Naruen, Chapter 3

((This one's a short chapter.. Be warned!))


When she awoke, she lay before the pedestal that held the ring, with the statues still embracing behind it. The mist had all but gone, and her vision was normal once again. All forms of pain had left her, even the ones she inflicted upon herself. Her new wounds were now old ones, healed and ready for more. She stood up, staggering. Her body had not moved for some time.
Making one last symbolic kiss, she reached for the ring, and took it in her hands. She examined it, eager to see the words she already knew were there: the words told in legends, and myths.
Inne Gold We Tryst – The ancient text upon which nations fueled their hatred for pirates, thinking them only petty thieves. It was the text upon which the Vampyr, whom her own ship was named after, thrived for so many generations. But it was more, oh so much more.
Many thousands of years previous, it was the last defense, the ring that stopped the wars between man and beast. Love, it was to the Vampyr, and brought on an end to their feeding upon human blood. A symbol of power to the world, so powerful it could end the world, or save it. And it lay still in her mortal hand.
Her purpose now had been set. She would delve into the world of the eternally damned, and bring back with her the one man she truly cared for. Escaping the pits would not be the difficult part of returning; the difficult part would be finding a way to shore. Her crew had undoubtedly already pronounced her dead.
Naruen returned to the surface in much the same way as she came, though this time, she could see by the light of the ring she now wore on her left hand.
It was twilight, the time of silence within the night. Pirates worshipped this time of meditation, because it was the eve before battle, the great silence that lay prelude to the war that raged for many centuries, and would continue to rage for many more. It was the silence between day and night, and their eternal conflict.
She lay still for a moment, gazing at the stars, and wondering if they would still be there when she entered the Netherworld. After all, why would such people, who were eternally damned for holding so tightly to their spirit that they could not embrace the full wonder of the seas be shown the light by which they were never guided in their lives?
She rose once more as the sun began to rise, and set forth across the island, in search of a way to the mainland. As she waved through the trees, she once again felt the urge to dance, and to sing, though this time noticeably less potent an urge.
Spinning clumsily about, she began to wonder if memories were the true cause of what had befallen her, or if it was simply an illusion. But the more she thought about it, the more entranced by her surroundings she became.




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