Rain From the Moon Goddess
1451 Words
Rain From the Moon Goddess
“Oh, Moon Goddess. Here all traces of Theophile are left, save him.” Tristan continued to ramble when he saw some traces of thorny tendrils lying on the ground.
“This kid is really reckless doing it alone. It’s so reckless.” Johnny also complained about Theophile’s unreasonable recklessness.
However, it was different with Elder Jun, who was older and acted as a mediator between them all, giving a little advice to calm down and follow Theophile’s footsteps.
“We’d better continue following Theophile’s footsteps. We should continue to follow him without fighting,” Elder Jun muttered.
“That’s right if we fight here ... we don’t know how Theophile is going to be right now,” Jonathan replied.
“I hope he’s going to be strong until we get there to help him out there,” said Jeffrey.
“Look, it looks like there are blue blood spots scattered everywhere.” Johnny squatted in front of Tristan, making him a little surprised to see the blue blood splatter that led to a steep ravine on the right side of their journey.
“What blood is that?” Jeffrey asked.
“I can’t conclude what creature’s blood this belongs to but, I firmly believe that this creature was killed by Theophile very cruelly,” Johnny replied.
“It’s obvious that he’s furious that Vanyacia kidnapped Lavelle,” Yonathan muttered, “We’d better keep going and follow these trails. I can’t wait to break that cruel Elf queen’s neck.”
“It seems that it is appropriate to avenge the cruel Elf Queen’s cruelty,” said Jeffrey, then walking ahead of Hendery and Xaelovato.
Juno, who joined the trip, realized that the air around him was already heating up, either because of the fierce battle or whether the forest was really haunted to live in. Juno really felt the horror in every step of his feet while the whirring sound of something sounded so noisy that they struggled to hear each other.
“Looks like there’s something we have trouble hearing right now. How about we fly low?” Elder Jun suggested.
“What if it is a small animal?” Tristan asked.
“Animals, however small, are very disturbing to our hearing,” said Johnny in a disapproving tone.
With a very coordinated decision, they decided to fly low and continue following Theophile’s footsteps, who were now heading towards an old place that was very unfit to be called a waterfall; however, Elder Jun and the others lost track of Theophile.
They could find no more traces of the severed vines or Theophile’s footsteps except for a rusty bottle in the area of the falls. Elder Jun, as the leader, took the bottle to find out what it was and what it was used for in the waterfall area.
“What chain is this?” Juno asked Tristan, “It looks like it’s made of a solid material even though it’s tagged like this.”
“I don’t know, but if you look closely... this isn’t an ordinary chain.” Tristan nodded, then he caught a torn piece of paper under Yonathan’s feet, who was busy looking at the waterfall—picked it up and squinted his eyes in deep thought.
“What is it, Tristan?” asked Johnny.
Tristan shrugged his shoulders, not understanding what was actually written on the paper. “It’s written in Dutch, but I really don’t understand what this paper means.”
“May I see?” asked Elder Jun.
Tristan handed the paper over to Elder Jun happily and then looked at the rest of his brothers in bewilderment.
“This looks like a spell.”
***
Fresh blood started to trickle from the corners of the lips and the corners of the eyes of Theophile, who was fighting alone against Vanyacia’s ordered millions. He was still trying to look strong even though he was actually quite severely injured. Even his coat was covered with his blood.
While on the cliff, Vanyacia smiled with satisfaction at her cunning at that time, she knew Theophile was a strong vampire, but there was no way Theophile could fight off her millions of soldiers alone. She laughed with great satisfaction—then returned to go back to where she had kept Lavelle.
With a proud step, she entered there. She saw Lavelle, who was already limp helplessly because the poison of the spiked tendrils had started to enter her weak body—plus, she was just an ordinary human who couldn’t regenerate dangerous poison into new energy like the other Elves, who was held with her in the room.
“Look, out there, your prince is already at war with my millions of soldiers. Isn’t that very interesting? Theophile is a strong, cowardly vampire but, I will admit that he is a little stubborn just to save an ugly human like you,” Vanyacia said arrogantly.
“You really are a devil, Vanyacia! You have no heart! Do you think the Moon Goddess will remain silent when she sees your cruelty? Of course not, and I swear I will pray for the Moon Goddess to help them both!” exclaimed one of the good Elves who had defended and sided with Lavelle from the start even though the Elf had never met.
PLAKK!
A slap landed on the excellent Elf’s right cheek, leaving a reddish trail on the beautiful face; Vanyacia’s jaw tightened when she heard the words of the kind elf who constantly challenged her. “Who do you think you are, huh? Do you think you can do it?!”
“The Moon Goddess would never bless an Elf like you! Greedy! Hell!” replied the excellent Elf. It was getting fiercer.
“Well! Good! You deserve more punishment than just being tied up with poison vines, you bastard! You should be punished with hot lava,” Vanyacia replied in a cold tone.
Meanwhile, everyone in the cave faintly sensed something strange happening outside. A thud like a falling rock made Vanyacia rush out to make sure that nothing was wasted there. However, Vanyacia’s final move took her to a deserted battlefield littered with bloodied corpses from her soldiers.
The rain intensified and made some of her soldiers run away even though all was in vain because the rain was a rain covered with a reddish shimmer like a meteor child.
“No! This can’t be happening!” Vanyacia screamed in disbelief. “IMPOSSIBLE!”
A large rock above the cave suddenly rolled down, hitting Vanyacia’s body which was hysterically unable to believe that the soldiers she had trained earlier had become so useless with this rain. The cruel Elf Queen fell to the bottom of a valley filled with sharp rocks; her heart was pierced by a sharp stone, making her instantly die on the spot.
Meanwhile, from inside the cave, Lavelle came out with slow steps, a little unable to walk correctly; she almost fell just then but, when she saw Theophile smiling below, she rushed down the slippery stone steps to meet Theophile who was already covered in dirt. Blood and looked really tired.
‘Theo... are you okay? Please endure.’
‘Don’t come down. It’s so dangerous. The stairs are slippery. Let me come to you.’
‘But, you’re also pretty badly injured, Theo.’
‘I’m fine, my dear. I’m not hurt at all. It’s just a slight sprain.’
‘Theo . . .’
Lavelle hurried over when she saw Theophile staggering toward her. Lavelle knew clearly that Theophile was seriously injured, having come alone without the help of his siblings. However, Lavelle couldn’t walk fast because the poisonous tendrils made it difficult for her to breathe and see clearly.
Theophile actually fell to the ground, causing Lavelle to quicken her pace and then put Theophile on her lap, trying to support Theophile’s body even though it was implausible. Theophile chuckled with his eyes closed.
“I love you, I won’t leave you alone, I will always protect you no matter what,” Theophile said softly while trying to gently take Lavelle’s hand.
“Don’t talk too much. You’re hurt,” Lavelle said softly. Maybe even Lavelle’s tears would fall clearly right now. “Theo, why are you being so careless? Don’t be like this. You’re seriously injured.”
“I love you, Lavelle.” Theophile smiled. “Don’t cry. I saved you.”
Theophile was getting weaker, which made Lavelle confused in the forbidden valley, only she was still conscious of the pouring rain. Theophile was already unconscious with a reasonably severe wound, accompanied by Lavelle’s cries trying to wake Theophile up at that time
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