Kylia's vision blurred as her tears fell freely, mingling with the pain that throbbed within her chest. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, revealing the depth of her mother's sacrifice.
Leiah stretched forth her hands, closed her eyes, and then chanted. The air around Leiah seemed to shimmer as she chanted the ancient words, her voice carrying a resonance that seemed to vibrate with power.
Her closed eyes conveyed a deep concentration and her connection to the mystical forces around her. As the incantation continued, a hushed sense of anticipation filled the air.
"Ele, dregon, ale men ta, fe tu ge me ta, esu ma lekai."
With these words, a small bottle filled with a red liquid appeared from thin air. The bottle that materialized before her was a vessel of potential, a conduit for the magic that she was invoking.
Its appearance was almost surreal, as if the very fabric of reality had shifted to accommodate its arrival.
The red liquid within the bottle seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a vivid contrast against the darkness of the night.
The lid of the bottle unscrewed by itself. The uncorking of the bottle's lid, seemingly driven by an unseen force, held an air of mystique. It was as though the magic itself responded to Leiah's command, eager to be released into the world.
The bottle turned upside down, and the lid spiraled off with a fluid motion, revealing the contents within, which seemed to emit a soft, ethereal glow.
Leiah's focus remained unwavering as she extended her hands toward the open bottle, her palms hovering just above the radiant liquid as she continued chanting.
"Glommer!" She shouted. Her connection to the mystical energy seemed to intensify—a sensation that pulsed through her very being. It was as if the elements of the world responded to her, recognizing her as a conduit of their power.
As the seconds ticked by, the air grew charged with electric energy, the atmosphere humming with anticipation. In that fleeting moment, Leiah's determination and skill merged with the magic she had summoned.
The red liquid within the bottle seemed to ripple, its glow growing brighter and more intense. The air around Leiah shimmered once again, the boundaries between reality and mysticism blurring momentarily.
Then, with a final surge of energy, the liquid lifted from the bottle in a mesmerizing display. It formed intricate patterns in the air, weaving a dance that seemed to defy gravity itself. Each movement was precise and deliberate, as if guided by an unseen hand.
The liquid began to take shape, transforming into a swirling vortex of crimson energy. It seemed to hover just above Leiah's palms, its presence both awe-inspiring and intimidating. The air around them seemed to tremble with the weight of the magic that had been summoned.
Then it changed back into a red liquid. The red liquid transformed into a knife, which had the emblem of a dragon. It was an ancestral knife that had been passed down from generation to generation.
The transformation of the red liquid into the ancestral knife was a sight to behold, a manifestation of ancient power and legacy.
The knife's emergence from the liquid was seamless, as if the two forms shared a hidden connection, a shared history that spanned generations.
The knife's blade gleamed in the moonlight, its sharp edge reflecting the luminescence of the surrounding magic.
The emblem of a dragon etched into the blade seemed to come alive, the intricate details shifting as if the creature itself were stirring from a deep slumber.
The knife was a relic of history, a tangible link to the past, and a symbol of the lineage that had wielded its power.
Each curve of its blade spoke of craftsmanship passed down through the ages, a testament to the skills of those who had come before. Its hilt was wrapped in worn leather, an indication of the countless hands that had held it in moments of both triumph and turmoil.
A knife that only the most powerful socrate could summon, "Fetus hui dregon hei mei ta," she chanted again, casting a spell on it.
Leiah's eyes opened, revealing a determination and resolve that burned brightly within her gaze. Her sparkly blue eyes suddenly changed into light gold for a split second, then returned to their normal color.
As Leiah chanted the spell, her voice resonated with the authority of someone who understood the weight of the magic she was invoking.
Her words carried a resonance that seemed to vibrate with the energy of the universe itself. The incantation was a key that unlocked the full potential of the knife, awakening its dormant power.
The knife glowed with a soft, pulsating light as the spell took effect. The air around it seemed to hum, a harmonious melody that echoed the magic that now coursed through its very core. Leiah's focus remained unwavering, her connection to the knife deepening with each passing second.
The change in her eyes was a testament to the bond she shared with the knife and the magic it held. The shift from sparkly blue to light gold was a reflection of the transformation that had taken place within her, a melding of her spirit with the ancestral power.
It was a visual confirmation of the fusion between the present and the past, the culmination of generations of strength and determination.
As the chaos of battle raged around her, Leiah stood firm, her eyes locked on the encroaching threat.
Leiah took hold of the knife. The knife in her hand was a beacon of hope, a symbol of the resilience of her people and their determination to protect what was rightfully theirs.
The light it emitted grew brighter, casting a radiant glow that illuminated her face, revealing a steely resolve that matched the blade's sharp edge.
With the spell cast and the knife fully attuned to her will, Leiah's grip on the weapon tightened. The leather-wrapped hilt felt cool and reassuring against her palm, a reminder that she was not alone in this fight.
Leiah took hold of the knife in her hands, rushed towards Kylia, and thrust the dragon knife into her daughter's chest, who had been dazed from watching her mother's earlier performance.
The knife was more than a weapon; it was a connection to her heritage, a conduit through which she could channel the power of her ancestors.
"Mom….ma," she stammered as she was brought back to the harsh reality of life by the sudden pain she felt in her chest.
"Mo..m…ma..," Kylia choked on her words as Leiah thrust the dragon knife deeper into her daughter's heart. She held onto her mother's hand to stop her from pushing deeper than it was.
The knife dissolved back to its original form (the red liquid), and Kylia felt pain, pain searing throughout her entire body like wildfire as the liquid mixed with her blood.
"I lo...ve yo...u, mo...m...ma" Kylia said with difficulty, gasping for breath, her eyes filled with tears and astonishment.
She fell to the ground with a thud, and her once forest green eyes changed into black. Leiah bent down and closed her daughter's eyes, then stood up and watched as the bare ground swallowed her daughter.
She bent once again, placed her on the ground where her daughter had been covered, and chanted, "Mei is Blu so tu Lia."
The ground awakened a garden, blooming with hundreds of flowers. The tears that were pouring out of her eye holes changed into blood, which made her eyeballs bigger than usual.
The consequences of using magic on such a sacred day were taking a toll on her. She screamed out in agony and clutched her heart, crying out with each new pain that surged from unknown forces into her petite body.
"Goddess KIA!, have mercy!" Leiah shouted and breathed her last.
The moon turned red in color, and rain started pouring heavily, with thunder making sound tracks in the clouds and lightning striking everyone it touched.
The ground started shaking, and the trees started falling one after the other as the earth opened up, swallowing everyone on the village ground, either dead or alive. Then it closed back with no single soul standing on it.
The tremors that shook the earth were like the echoes of a world in upheaval. The ground rumbled beneath their feet, a warning that nature itself had been stirred by the events that had transpired.
As the ground shook, the trees that had once stood tall and proud began to bow, as if submitting to the force that commanded their movement. One by one, they toppled, crashing to the ground with a deafening roar.
The forest, once a sanctuary of life, was now a chaotic scene of destruction, the fallen trees creating a web of tangled branches and splintered trunks.
The rain washed away the blood that once filled the place, and the moon turned its crystal pure white. Everything went back like nothing had happened apart from the deserted, wasted land that was filled with people. It was now as clear as a sunny day with no living being.