Page 26 of Scars and Burns

“You ran! You fled to the Celestial Realm. Using your magic to conceal your true features. Come one, let’s see them! Show your true self before you die!” This seems to entice her. Because she gives him a small smile.

I didn’t think it was possible but her shoulders relax even more. Her whole body glows and just like that her entire appearance changes.

Her porcelain skin becomes darker. A caramel tan. Her once white hair, the color of mountain tops, fades to a deep chocolate brown. But her eyes remain the same icy blue, with no touch of cold or malice.

My eyes widened. I didn’t even know magic could be used this way.

So, she is originally from the Middle Kingdom and she fled to the Celestial Realm to avoid marrying King Elio. At that I smirk.

Does that mean my Mother was also from the Middle Kingdom?

Reverting my attention back to King Elio, as he continues, “And then you birthed that mixed blooded bastard. That disgrace. That vile, worthless, pathetic excuse of life. And I allowed you to bring it into my castle. The Goddess made a mistake of blessing her with magic. She will amount to nothing. I will make sure of it.”

That seems to get a reaction out of her. Raising her arm and reaching out her hand, it flexes. In an instant King Elio’s dagger is gripped tight in her hand.

What powers does this woman possess? She has healing ability. I know that for a fact. Not uncommon for Celestial Realm descendants. They value rebirth. The ultimate healing for our souls. But she’s not from the Celestial Realm. And tonight she has shown powers that I have never seen. Or even heard of. She has masked her features and gravitated objects to her hand. What else can she do?

She raises her other hand. Blasting King Elio to the ground. Landing him straight on his ass. Pinning him there with a constant stream of energy.

Middle Kingdom magic.

Her hair blowing back in wild strands. Swirling around her. Her moonlight energy illuminates the room. She speaks. Her tone of voice is not filled with anger butpower. She emanates power.

“If you harm Dinalia. I will come back and haunt you until the end of your days. I will unleash the full wrath of the Triple Goddess on you. There will be no escape. She will flourish. If she does not ascend into the light. I will drag you down into the shadows. Ripping your soul apart myself.”

I never thought I would hear such words from her. Someone who always seemed so kind and understanding.

Full wrath of the Triple Goddess?

What does she mean by that? And how could she be the one to drag him into the shadows and rip his soul apart? Does she also possessmagic from the Shadowlands? The more I listen to her the less I understand.

She releases her magic. King Elio instantly stands. Attempting to recover what little dignity he has left. She tosses his dagger back to his hands.

She glances over to me. Hidden in the shadows. She’s looking directly at me. How can she see me?

Giving me a small half smile.

Then the most extraordinary thing happens. I hear her in my head say,“Do not fret, little light. So much has yet to be seen but much has been foretold.”

Oh so she is telepathic too. Of course she is. What can’t she do?

I glance down at the journal she handed me. The one intended for Dinalia. Curious. I wonder if she explains everything here.

She turns her head back to King Elio. Who is oblivious of the interaction we just had. She smirks, “Finish it. Seal your fate. Praise Saphrina for the chosen one you believe her to be. I think much will change for her once I am gone.”

King Elio cuts in, “Oh, I know it will.” smirking, he raises his dagger, with a single thrust he plunges it into her chest. Straight through her heart.

Her breath catches. Mouth slightly ajar. No fear in her eyes though. She simply smiles and with her last breath says, “Blood for blood, King Elio, Blood for blood.”

King Elio pulls the dagger out from her chest. She slumps to the ground in a heap. He grips his dagger. Letting out a frustrated groan. His whole body seems to shake as he does.

Just as I am about to leave, she comes bursting through the doors.

I’m stunned. I’ve never seen her in this light before. Blood devouring her features. She’s still in her sleepwear. Not bothering to change.

I see her breasts peeking out. The dark brown color of her nipples are showing through the thin white fabric. Her hair is down. I’ve never seen it down before. Always pulled into a braid descending down her back. It has a slight curl to it that I didn’t notice before. Her hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. Laying perfectly along her features and lean figure. It’s long, flowing, and wild.

My dick twitches at the site of her. Causing a bulge and strain in my trousers. I adjust myself as I take her all in.

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