A Tale Of Sister's Revenge

"The Last War"

“There is someone from the council on the door. He said that everyone is ready and waiting for you, my queen.” Eva handmaid said.

“Tell him I am just coming,” Eva replied

The white drifts outside were deeper than Eva ever remembered them being before. She put on snow shoes and stepped out. It marks the starting of winter. Without them, she would sink to her neck in the freezing crystals. Wrapped up in fur-lined coat, the hood up over her head, she walked over where the corridor gate was buried and took a right towards the council hall.

With each step, Eva pounded her feet on the sidewalk increasing her fear, fear of what she is going to tell the council, and how she will defeat Ovi. She lowered her head to the wind and squinted into the flurry of snow. It was just a few steps ahead but it felt like longer than she’d ever been before on her own.

She moved on, and now she reached the edge of the council hall, and she stopped. She could no longer control her own trembling. It was not, after all, so easy to attack someone when you know there are more chances of dying. Every second she breathed, the smell of the grass from outside the window, the cool air on her face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and she was clinging to each second. At the same time, she thought that she would not be able to go on, and knew that she must. The long game was here and she has to play it until she is eliminated.

Breathing fast and hard, she stared down at it. Now that she wanted time to move as slowly as possible, she seemed to have sped up, and understanding was coming so fast it seemed to have bypassed though. This was the close. This was the moment. She pressed the golden gate wide open and whispered, “I am about to die.” Once she entered the hall, stare that is all she got. Everyone was eagerly waiting for her as she was about to tell her plan of defeating Ovi.

“So everyone is here.” Eva slowly said.

“Yes, Eva everyone is here.” Steven said, “Now tell us your idea.”

“My idea is simple and easy.” Eva is trying to show some confidence to everyone. “We will attack Ovi before she attacks us, just like I told you earlier. But the difference is only I accompanied by Jonet, Sam, Mark, Krishna and Rohini will go.”

Suddenly a lot of loud shouts could be heard in the hall and everyone was talking to each other and saying at the same time which made it hard to understand.

“Everyone please be quiet,” Steven shouted and now the silence in the hall was as pure as the wintry blanket outside. “You all will die at the entrance only.”

“This is the only way to win.” Eva replied, “Don’t worry about that Amber made a full proof plan to breach the gates of the mirror world.” She added, “You Steven, will wait outside till our next orders.”

“We all are with Eva and ready to go with her,” Jonet said

“Yes her plan is full proof and I am there to help them out in case anything goes wrong.” Sam stands and said

“So we will leave in the morning then.” Eva was herself scared. “Have a good sleep tonight.”

Everyone agreed to her suicide plan and went to their respective rooms. No one can sleep the whole night and were just thinking about tomorrow, the day when they are going to play the biggest gamble of their life. This gamble will either save their lives or destroys it and they were prepared to do that chance.

The rising sun marks the start of the big day. Everyone was preparing themselves. Family members hugging their son, father and husbands, hoping that they will return with a win. Eva and the team have already left and the others started to leave too.

Eva and Sam were waiting for the right moment to enter the mirror world.

“Now is the time. Sam take us all inside.” Eva quickly said. “Everybody knows what they have to do?”

They all said together. “Yes, we do.” They hold their hands and then bang straight inside the mirror world.

They were hiding and moving forward wanted to reach Ovi’s room without anyone noticing. “Now it begins guys,” Eva shouted

They all distribute. It was Mark who charged first. He was so energetic and swings his hands like he is holding two to three swords. He became a killing machine. The others followed him and made the way for Eva so that she could enter Ovi’s room and fight one on one duel with her.

They all did their job fairly well and Eva achieved to enter her room. Now everything depends on her and only her.

Eva was right behind Ovi who was busy with something. Eva was marking her up.

“What took you so long Eva?” Ovi said without turning. “I was waiting for you since morning.”

“I was sharpening my blade for you,” Eva replied

“Today is an amazing day. Today I get my old friend back and today I will meet my sister again.” Ovi said, “But before that do you want to see my friend.”

She took three broken parts which were lying on the table and connected that. “I have been waiting to do this for so very long.” A weapon was forged by connecting those parts, it was the Lightning Stave. The most destructive weapon in the whole universe was again rebuilt and Ovi holds that weapon in her hand.

Eva knew that her chances of winning were only a per cent or two but now they have reduced more.

“Now we can start the game,” Ovi said

Eva attacked her with her whole powers and tried to pull out very trick in the book that she knew. Clash after the clash and there was no end, Eva gave her everything but Ovi was so strong that she was easily defended. Now it was Ovi’’s turn to show some moves.

It was her lightning stave which shown more powers than Ovi. Eva found it very hard to defend all the strikes. She got disarmed.

“Today my black warriors brought another gift for me. You want to see. Come.” Ovi took her to the table there kept some colourfull gems, not any ordinary gems they were the gems of creation all four of them.

Eva knew that it is not only the end of her but it marks the end of the world.

“But these creation gems are not working, they need one more gem.” Ovi said, “The gem that you are wearing I want that dipped in your blood so get ready to die.”

Eva closed her eyes and started to think about her beautiful moments that she has made on earth and see her ancestors in her imagination.

“You’ve been so brave.” It was her father who speak and the person whom she missed most.

She could not speak. Her eyes feasted on him, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at him forever, and that would be enough.

“You are nearly there,” said Neil Roland. “Very close. We are . . . so proud of you.”

“Does it hurt?” The childish question had fallen from Eva’s lips before she could stop it.

“Dying? Not at all,” said grandpa Nicolus. “It is quicker and easier than falling asleep.”

“And she will want it to be quick. She wants it over,” said Neil.

A chilly breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the room lifted the hair at Eva’s brow. She knew that they would not tell her to open her eyes, that it would have to be her own decision.

“You’ll stay with me?” Eva said

“Until the very end,” said grandpa Nicolus. “We are part of you, Invisible to anyone else.”

Eva looked at her father “Stay close to me,” she said quietly.

And she opens her eyes. The lightning stave chill did not overcome her; she stands to look at it with her companions, and they acted like confidence to her, and together they stand against Ovi more powerful than ever. Beside her, making scarcely a sound, stands her father, uncle, grandpa and grandma Sirius, and their presence was her only courage, and the reason she was able to keep hold of her ground.

Her body and mind felt oddly disconnected now, her limbs working without conscious instruction, as if she was a passenger, not the driver, in the body she was about to leave. The dead who stands beside her in her imaginations were much more real to her now than the living back outside and at the castle: Jonet, Sam, Mark, and all the others were the ones who felt like ghosts as she stumbled and slipped toward the end of her life, toward Ovi . . .

Now it all depends on Ovi, who stood with her head bowed, and her white hands folded over the Lightning Stave in front of her. She might have been praying, or else counting silently in her mind, and Eva, standing still on the edge of the scene.

Ovi’s expression did not change. The red eyes seemed to burn in the firelight. Slowly she drew the lightning stave between her long fingers.

“Now you can do it, but be quick.” Eva said in a strong and confidence voice.

“I thought you will plead for mercy,” said Ovi in her high, clear voice, her eyes on the leaping flames. “I expected you to be afraid.”

She didn’t spoke much. She was afraid from inside, her heart was now throwing itself against her ribs as though determined to escape the body she was about to cast aside. She did not want to be tempted to fight anymore.

At that moment Eva felt that nobody mattered but Ovi. It was just the two of them. The illusion was gone as soon as it had come. Ovi had frozen where she stood, but her red eyes had found Eva, and she stared as Eva moved toward her, with nothing but the fire between them.

Eva could feel her lightning Stave against her chest, but she made no attempt to draw it. She knew that she cannot do anything to protect herself and kill her. And still, Ovi and Eva looked at each other, and now Ovi tilted her head a little to the side, considering Eva standing before her, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.

“Eva Roland,” she said very softly. Her voice might have been part of the spitting fire. “The girl who will kill the mother.”

Eva thought inexplicably of Blake, and his blazing look, and the feel of his lips on her --- Ovi had raised her wand. Her head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if she proceeded, this is what she wanted to do this the day she was locked and finally it is happening. Eva looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while she could still stand, before she lost control. She saw the hands move and a flash of black light, and everything was gone.

Eva lay facedown, listening to the silence. She was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. She was not perfectly sure that she was there herself.

“So this is how it looks like.” She whispered in her mind.

She lay in a bright mist, though it was not like mist she had ever experienced before. Her surroundings were not hidden by cloudy vapor; rather the cloudy vapor had not yet formed into surroundings. The floor on which she lay seemed to be white, neither warm nor cold, but simply there, a flat, blank something on which to be. She sat up. Her body appeared unscathed. She touched her face.

Then a noise reached her through the unformed nothingness that surrounded her: the small soft voice of kids playing and enjoying their day and a small child was thumping of something that flapped, flailed, and struggled. It was a pitiful noise, yet also slightly indecent. She had the uncomfortable feeling that she was eavesdropping on something furtive, shameful.

For the first time, she wished she were clothed. Barely had the wish formed in her head than robes appeared a short distance away. She took them and pulled them on. They were soft, clean, and warm. It was extraordinary how they had appeared just like that, the moment she had wanted them.

She stood up, looking around. Was she in some park? The longer she looked, the more there was to see. A great big bridge could be seen glittered high above her in sunlight. Perhaps it was a way to somewhere may be the way to heaven . All was hushed and still, except for those odd thumping and whimpering noises coming from somewhere close by in the mist. Eva turned slowly on the spot, and her surroundings seemed to appear themselves before her eyes. A wide-river, bright and clean, a forest greener than any other one. It was quite empty. She was the only person there, except for –

She recoiled. She had spotted the thing that was making the noises. It was small beautiful child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and smooth and it lay shuddering under a seat where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath. She was afraid of it. Small and fragile and wounded though it was, she did not want to approach it. Nevertheless she drew slowly nearer, ready to jump back at any moment. Soon she stood near enough to touch it, yet he could not bring herself to do it. She felt like a coward. She ought to comfort it, but it repulsed her.

“You cannot help her.” She spun around. Nuevida was walking toward her, sprightly and upright, wearing sweeping robes of midnight blue.

“Eva.” Nuevida spread her arms wide, and her hands were both whole and white and undamaged. “You wonderful girl. You brave, brave girl. Let us walk.”

Stunned, Eva followed as Nuevida strode away from where the flayed child lay whimpering, leading her to two seats that Eva had not previously noticed, set some distance away under that high, bridge. Nuevida sat down in one of them, and Eva fell into the other, staring at her inspiration, women she always wanted to meet. Nuevida long beautiful, the piercingly blue eyes behind half-moon spectacles, and the beautiful face: Everything was as she had heard in the stories. And yet . . .

“But you’re dead,” said Eva.

“Oh yes,” said Ovi matter-of-factly. “And you are dead too.”

“I know that it is heaven.” Eva said

“Ah,” said Nuevida, smiling still more broadly.

“Who was that kid?” Eva wonders

“She is Ovi, a little soul which was left by her father.” Nuevida said.

They both were seating on the same bench where it all started, where her father meets one of the most beautiful girl and made a mistake due to which everyone life changed. They were in the land of lion’s tale near the same river.

“It all finished, everything that you started and done is all destroyed and I could not keep it safe.” Eva said

“But nothing is over yet, you have to win this war.” Nuevida told

Eva gave a look which says what else is left now. “Please Explain.”

“There is nothing to explain, you already know,” said Nuevida.

She twiddled her thumbs together. “I let her kill me,” said Eva. “I lost to her?”

“You did,” said Nuevida, nodding. “Go on!”

“So I am dead and if those who are left back on earth find a way out to defeat her then something can happen otherwise we will need to make a bigger heaven for so many souls” Eva said

Nuevida nodded still more enthusiastically, urging Eva onward, a broad smile of encouragement on her face.

“Ovi not want to destroy the whole planet. She only wants me. She wants to see me in pain and this is what I am going to give her.” Nuevida told her.

“But how are you going to do that?” Eva asked

“Do you remember that locket which Ovi took from you when she was about to kill you?”

“Yes that locket was my first gift that my father gave me.”

“That locket belongs to me.” Nuevida said “I stored the power of our blood into that locket and only that power combining with the gems of creation can make or destroy anything, so first thing that Ovi will do was to bring her sister back.”

“But what she will get from this.”

“Her revenge will get completed.”

“And I will sacrifice my life to give you powers to defeat her just like the love of my life gave one for me.”