Will of chaos-Chapter 1678: Cap 1676: That’s Life Part 2
Pov Lolth:
Her way of speaking, her power, her Aura, her presence, everything about her is so similar, but it wasn’t the same, I know that, even so the way she called me, the words she even used were so similar.
"You’re not her...!" (me)
"You’re right, I’m not her... but I was her." (Mavis?)
"(Kill!!)" (scepter)
"Life is full of mysteries, even for someone like me..." (Mavis?)
I wanted to move, but it simply wasn’t possible, my body was in a horrible state and even my Soul was in agony to the point where I didn’t understand how I could maintain consciousness.
"Why are you here...?" (me)
"I’m here for you..." (Mavis?)
"Do you understand why your Soul fights against your body now? Do you understand why your scepter doesn’t recognize you? Do you even understand where your power comes from?" (Mavis?)
"..." (me)
I couldn’t understand what she was after, but she was the least of my worries, Sarazar’s body might be contained now, but it was still breaking free from the seal, the mass of energy and metal he was leaving had already begun to take the shape of a Dragon.
"Your Soul doesn’t reject your body, in fact it’s the opposite, your body rejects the Soul, your Will has controlled your body for a long time replacing your Sealed Soul, you can’t stand what you were in the past and your Will fights against the Soul that represents everything you were." (Mavis?)
She began to approach my eyes, walked over my snout, each step she took was followed by an explosion of Vitality running through my dying body as if she was kicking me away from the edge of death.
"Your scepter doesn’t recognize you because you refuse to connect deeply with it like you did in the past. You just want to use it as a tool. You’re instinctively separating it from yourself." (Mavis?)
"(Kill... kill... keep killing...)" (scepter)
Your Aura takes over my entire body, which immerses me in a source of infinite life. My entire body begins to slowly heal just by the presence of that Aura.
"As for your power, it always came from the same place, it came from me..." (Mavis?)
Suddenly, a pair of eyes open above us, as large as entire star systems, white eyes with infinite depths, a presence that represents exactly what I remember.
"(Did you choose her?)" (Mavis)
"Yes, but the decision still falls on him." (Mavis?)
"(I hope you succeed, find yourself...)" (Mavis)
"That was always the plan." (Mavis?)
"..." (me)
"(...)" (scepter)
I didn’t understand what was happening, but the scepter stopped at some point and stopped causing more damage to me, its murderous presence was also fluctuating violently.
When I thought things were strange enough, a blast of unknown energy took over the area, completely enveloping Sarazar’s body while destroying what was sealing his body.
This energy also released the spiraling spear while destroying all the roots and branches surrounding it, completely releasing Sarazar’s body where Runes of black flames took shape around it.
"Akatosh, go check on the others." (Mavis?)
"Yes..." (Akatosh)
"As for you... perhaps it would be better to have a deeper conversation." (Mavis?)
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She just looked into my eyes and it was as if everything around me was erased in white light, all that was left in the surroundings was a space of pure white where I was standing without feeling anything, no pain, no agony and no fear.
When I looked at my hands, it wasn’t the claws and scales of a Dragon that I was seeing, nor were they the wounds I had before, what was in my vision were the delicate hands of an Elf, my body was surrounded by the green and white robes I wore in my childhood, without any scars yet caused, a body immaculate by the blood of the battlefields.
"What have you done? Where am I!?" (me)
"We are inside your mind." (Mavis?)
I look back and she was there, her face was not visible, in fact I could not make out her face at all, but her hair was pure white with the tips black as night, it was beautiful flying with a breeze that I could not feel, her skin was dark and her clothes were thin enough to see the beautiful outline of her body without actually being able to see through, it was so beautiful that I found myself fascinated even without seeing her face.
"You do not need to worry about Sarazar anymore, your body is changing, which means your Soul has already been treated." (Mavis?)
"So Zenos succeeded?" (me)
"He usually gets what he seeks, even if the cost to him is heavy." (Mavis?)
"As long as my universe and even children are safe, I will honor his death." (me)
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"I never said he died, my sister would not let it come to that and even without her, Zenos is someone difficult to kill as one would expect from a Bringer of Chaos." (Mavis?)
"..." (me)
She suddenly disappears and before I can even try to look for her, I feel a hand so comfortable touching my face, my whole body feels comfortable as if it was being held by that hand.
"Do you know why I’m here?" (Mavis?)
"No..." (me)
"You once asked a question, a question whose answer was something that shattered your heart for the last time." (Mavis?)
"..." (me)
My heart beat so hard inside me that all this blank space trembled in rhythm with my heartbeats.
A memory that I buried inside me appears in my mind, an emotion even stronger than the anger I feel towards these invaders who imitate the Dragons arises within me, an emotion that I had buried deep in my past, hatred.
"Just as I thought, you still don’t understand... you never understood..." (Mavis?)
"Then let’s show..." (Mavis?)
"What do you...?" (me)
Suddenly, a mirror decorated with flowers appeared in front of me. In this mirror, a young Elf was holding a seed while listening to the Elves around her talking about how to make a weapon.
"They taught you how to make a weapon, didn’t they? A weapon like this..." (Mavis?)
Suddenly, something rose from the ground. It was my Scepter. An endless killing intent emanated from it, filling the entire white space as if it were a Monster’s lair.
"Yes, an Elf’s Weapon must be forged alive, nourished by its blood, and wielded to kill all enemies." (me)
"Those are the same words they taught, but is that what you did?" (Mavis?)
In the mirror, the images continued. The little Elf took her seed far from the village, found a quiet place, and planted it. Then, she nourished the seed not with blood, but with the pure water of the nearest river.
Time passed quickly, for days, weeks, months and years the young Elf grew up training every day, while she continued to return every day hidden to that place, bathing the small seed with clean water while telling about her days and thoughts always with a smile on her face, the small seed grew into a tree and as time passed faster and faster the tree became so large that it could no longer be hidden from those in her village.
"You didn’t plant a weapon to kill, what did you plant? What was your intention?" (Mavis?)
"(A friend...)" (me)
"What’s the point in talking about it, in the end the Scepter was the weapon that was bathed in the most blood in our history, my hands always stained with death and devastation..." (me)
"I transformed a living being that exists to nourish a world with life into an existence that led to massacre, becoming a symbol of death." (me)
"Are you sure it was with such intentions that you held this Scepter? Why don’t we see a little more?" (Mavis?)
In the mirror what was revealed was a battlefield where Elves, Dragons and Demons controlling monsters fought in a generalized massacre, an Elf whose weapon was not a bow or a blade was in front of everyone else, her eyes always turned forward while her people were protected by her power.
"A Weapon that brought death, yes, but with the intention of protecting... a weapon that was synonymous with death for its enemies, but worshipped as a symbol of hope by its people... a Weapon that was never wielded as a tool but rather with affection by the one who caused devastation wherever it went... a weapon that was always loved until the end by the Elf who granted it the gift of life..." (Mavis?)
"In the end, you planted the tree on the last battlefield, do you remember your words? Listen then..." (Mavis?)
"..." (me)
Sounds began to come from the mirror, sounds of the footsteps of the only living creature amidst the endless bodies everywhere, footsteps that continued amidst the pools of blood.
In the place where death was most concentrated and where millions of souls still collided with each other, she stood, tears in her eyes as she planted her Scepter in the ground.
Tears
"Please... old friend... bring life once more to this place of death... grant a beautiful place for these lost lives... don’t let the fighting continue even in the end... save them..." (Elf)
In the mirror the tree grows from the scepter, its roots penetrate the earth sucking all the blood, trees grow covering all the bodies, their branches separate the Souls colliding enveloping everyone with their leaves, desolation was the only thing left in the false life that showed itself on the battlefield while the Elf marched alone away surrounded by her own hatred.
"No, it wasn’t like that!!" (me)
"I abandoned her..." (me)
"You saved her from you." (Mavis?)
"You were about to do something that would destroy the scepter and lead you to death, weren’t you...?" (Mavis?)
"..." (me)
The mirror disappears, the Scepter disappears, the white space was once again all that was left, and then I found myself looking at my hands again, no longer the delicate hand of an Elf, but the claws of a Dragon.
"This is life... endless changes, starting over doesn’t only come in death, it comes from a turning point where one chooses life." (Mavis?)
"One day the Elf warrior who led massacres to protect her people whom she loved, died on the same battlefield where despair enveloped her heart... but from her was born a Dragon who, even full of power, extended his claws bringing life, hope and love." (Mavis?)
"This is life." (Mavis?)
