Zenora
34. The Sacred Song

Emily’s point of view:

This is just awful, where am I to go with her now? Is she even going to make it when I take her somewhere else? I stood there with my hands in my hair, walking in circles. Then Brock landed Nightwing and took Cirilya to where I was talking with Norim. Norim looked scared and walked over to her. Taking her from Brock and laying her on the grass. Soon, several other Elves came down from the canopy and took care of her body and Norim turned himself to me.

“I can’t do much, we have only a little of the water’s glow left in some of the bottles and I don’t want to use too much.” He said arrogantly, still not knowing as to why Cirilya had done what she did, still angry at her.

“You still don’t realize, do you?” I said to him and he just looked at me with a frown on his face.

“The woman she saved with the waters, was my mother! Your daughter saved the one that would produce a female baby whose abilities might change an entire race! You condemned your own race by sentencing her to death! I would never, ever help you guide your race into a new age if she dies now!” I yelled to him.

He was shocked by what I just said, he fell to his knees next to her, crying and holding her. He knew it was over, knowing that he could’ve been with her all these years if he would’ve just listened to what she had to say then. By now, seeing him like this, I felt sorry for him, even though he hadn’t been the gentle creature he claimed to be when he yelled to me earlier. But I guess that has to do with my yelling too…

Brock’s point of view:

What the hell happened here? Why is she yelling at the Elf? I walked over to her and hugged her. She put her arms around me and started crying.

“He can’t save her! The healing properties of the sacred waters were used to save my mother and now I can’t save her, because it’s all gone!” She cried out.

Then I saw Norim giving her every single drop of the water that was still left in the small bottles. From everywhere, the Elves brought their own last supply of glowing bottles. Some water was put over the wound and some were poured directly into her mouth.

Emily’s point of view:

One by one, all the Elves came down from the trees. By now, everyone had heard about Cirilya and her being in danger, and then they were all gathering around her, creating circles of people, small ones in the middle and creating new, larger ones as the more of them got out of their treehouses. Slowly they started to hum, which at first was soft and slow, but the more Elves that came down, the louder the sound became. They all swayed from left to right and the sound of humming slowly turned into this clear, high-toned volume when the words started to form into a song.

“As long as the stars keep shining,

As long as the moon keeps its glow,

The Moonlight Goddess will be there.

The Moonlight Goddess will help then,

But only when the heart,

Of the injured is pure.

Please Goddess of the moon,

Hear our plea for one of us,

Help the injured as her heart is pure.

Please, her heart is pure…

The words echoed throughout the forest, which made each animal compel to silence. Nothing but the soft humming of the voices of the Elves was heard after the song had ended, until suddenly Cirilya’s body started to glow, from deep within her core a blue glow started to form, she even got lifted from the ground for a short amount of time! But quickly that florescent glow and feeling of serenity washed away and she was laid down on the soft grass again.

I ran up to her, passing through the several circles of Elves to where she lay in the centre. I looked to Norim and he looked back, still with tears in his eyes. “She might be awake for a moment, but the blood in her body is still infected. She won’t make it through the night.” He said with sadness in his voice, directed to me.

“I’m sorry my daughter, that I was too stubborn to listen to you.” He slumped himself down, kneeling next to her in the grass.

“It is alright father, I’m only so glad that I got to see you one more time.” Cirilya softly said as she managed to open her eyes. “I’m sorry to have caused you so much trouble, Emily. I didn’t tell you that I was sick, as I didn’t want my father to use all of the remaining water. But I guess it hadn’t mattered and I am happy to see both of you one more time.”

I hugged her as I crouched down next to her as well, and tears started to flow. “Thank you for saving my mother and me and also for the help with Rhydon’s broken leg. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you.” I whispered to her, not wanting to overwhelm her with too much voice.

“Maybe there is still something that you can do.” I suddenly heard the whisper of a whisp behind me. I turned around and saw all the Elves step aside to give the whisp some room to float. When the whisp was close enough she spoke again. “You could ask for the Moonlight Goddess to replenish the waters with their healing properties.” The whisp said.

“Show me how.” I didn’t need to think about this twice, if there is one slight possibility of helping her, I’m going to take it. The whisp turned around and floated to the water pool in the centre of the forest. The one that looked so clean and had loads of lilies floating around in it.

“I don’t think you only have the abilities of a hunter, but also those of warriors, mages and one other long-forgotten speciality. Right now, the hunter’s abilities are on the surface, as I guess your mother was one. The other specialities are dormant now but might be transferred to your offspring. Although, I believe you even used a windswept ability from the warriors on us when you wanted us to let you go. You pushed us away when you screamed.” The whisp said in a gentle voice.

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“There is one more speciality that could be inside you, but it is only ever known to be around Elves. So, I’m not sure that you even have this in you, since you are human. The ability that I’m talking about is that of a druid.” She explained while letting a soft smile appear on her floating head.

I could be a what now? A druid? My jaw dropped to the floor. “Do you mean like a shape-shifter with affinities to the moon?” I asked the whisp.

“Yes, but I’m not certain. So, don’t get your hopes up yet little human.” I giggled at how she looked now, because the frown on a floating head, that was surrounded by soft shadows, isn’t something that you get to see every day. But there was no time for laughter, so I told the whisp I would give it a try; we will see if it would work or not. Right now, I’m all ears for whatever she wants me to do.

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