Chapter 84: "...Conquer All"

Since this quest for answers began, Nevaeh had always felt overwhelmed by the answers she was provided but she had never felt satisfied with any of them. 

More answers always led to more questions, and this has been the circle. But after her visit to the sisters she could finally feel a breakthrough. Although some unanswered questions, and unraveled mysteries still lingered, she felt she could finally put some pieces together. Pieces of who the enemy was, why she had seen Engel in a tomb, why she was now the enemy's target and why she had died. But most importantly, she now remembers Engel, the mighty lord whom she had saved from a self imposed prison only to imprison him in her heart and leave him behind to wait for thousands of years for her return. 

She had made him promise to never be separated from her and he had kept his promise while she broke hers by dying.

Nevaeh felt her heart ache for his suffering. He must have been lonely while he waited for so long. Missing her everyday and looking at nothing but her portraits must have been tortuous. Nevaeh desired nothing but to go home right now. She wanted to pounce into his embrace and kiss him, and tell him she remembers him now. She wanted to tell him she was sorry for leaving him behind and letting him suffer alone and waiting for her alone. But despite all these, Nevaeh knew she couldn't. 

The enemy outside this realm wasn't the only problem she has now, but also an enemy within this realm. 

Nevaeh paused when she found Araminta still waiting at the spot she had left her.

They shared a look and she nodded at her.

"Everyone awaits." Araminta said as she began to lead the way out of the cave. Nevaeh watched Araminta carefully as she followed behind. Araminta might not know it, but her name had been more valuable than the black coin she had given her. Five questions would never have given her the answers she had gotten, but her name had done that.

"Can I trust, Araminta?" She had asked. Nevaeh patiently waited for their response. She had expected the witches to give her a reply, but something strange happened. One of the witches stepped forward, her face entering into the light. Nevaeh was stunned to see she was just as young as Araminta. Her face looked flawless, and her eye features were just as Araminta's. She gave Nevaeh a stern look and asked, "The question should be, does Araminta deserve this distrust?" 

A confused frown framed Nevaeh's face. She didn't understand her words. Why did it seem like she was taking it personal? "What do you mean?" She asked.

"Araminta is the very reason why you are standing here today. Her powers to ascend the throne are the very powers used in reincarnating you. Now, answer carefully. Is Araminta deserving of your distrust?"

Nevaeh was shocked by the words she had said. "What...do.."

Noticing her confusion the two other sisters stepped out into the light. All their faces were just as beautiful, including the one standing in the middle who seemed a bit aged. But despite her age, her face still held a glow that made her look more than ordinary. The other two seemed similar in age, but despite the disparity in age, none was lacking in their formidable aura. And they were all dressed in black.

Her fierce green eyes locked in on Nevaeh's for a while till she finally said. "Araminta is the true heart and soul of this realm. The black coin you had given was the last heirloom of her bloodline. If anyone deserves to be trusted, it is her." 

Nevaeh was beyond stunned by this revelation. She couldn't believe it. She had no idea the coin was that priceless. Why would Araminta do that?

"Why did she do this?" Her small voice asked in astonishment making the aged witch scoff.

"Why did she save you? Or why did she give you this?" She asked raising the coin to Nevaeh.

"Both." She softly muttered. 

"Because Araminta knows her powers isn't enough to restore the lost balance of the world, and as a true leader it's her duty to restore that balance even if it means giving up her powers."

"Wh...what balance?" Nevaeh asked. She was confused. They were speaking in riddles, and she didn't understand. Her eyes peered at the witches with piqued interest. She waited till the witch gave her answer.

"The balance lost when the lord of the demons started his quest for power." She said and snapped her finger, bringing back the red burning flame which had dark images in them. Nevaeh's eyes darted towards the flame and she saw those five figures in them.

"After the realms were created, the lords had gone about maintaining law and order, ensuring peace was maintained all through the realms. But soon the unexpected happened. The human lord took the witches lord for a wife. It was an unpredictable union, but a harmonious one. Under their guidance and wisdom the two realms waxed strong and expanded more than the other three. The demon lord, lord Daeryn, saw this and grew a greed. Envying what the lords created together. 

"Humans lived among witches, and unions stemmed from their coexistence, and soon a new generation was born. A generation of halflings. Half human and half witches. With a mixture of the immense strength unique to humans, and the creative powers of us witches, the demon lord began to fear and detest this union. Though half witches aren't powerful as the pure breeds, but their human nature helped them reproduce more, thus increasing in numbers. Lord Daeryn feared the witches and humans would seek to take over other territories as they increased not just in number but in strength." 

She continued, the images in the flame changing from time to time, while Nevaeh paid rapt attention to both the flames and her words. "With Lord Dareyn's evil scheme and lust for power, he killed the elven lord, absorbing his powers and invading the elven realm, turning the elves into vicious hound beast. With the elven lord's power combined with his, he became more powerful."

Nevaeh felt her heart race when she saw the dark demon lord in the flames. Just the images alone sent shivers and cold sweat down her spine. She stilled herself as she continued to listen. 

"With his new powers and two realms of demons, the demon lord sort to destroy the married lords and absorb their powers and take over their realms. But unknowingly to him, the witch lord had secretly been with child, and to protect their realms they transferred their powers to their child and ended their lives, as well as all who knew about the child's existence, simply to protect it. Not being able to accept this defeat Lord Daeryn created choas in his wake. With just the fifth lord remaining, the realms were firmly protected, but he wasn't a match for Lord Daeryn who had the power of two, but nevertheless, lord Engel defended the three realms with his all."

"Almost at defeat, Lord Engel sort the witches and requested a binding spell be cast on him. A spell that hibernated his powers as well as those that shared the same source with him, that was his only way to defeat the enemy. He sacrifices himself for the safety of all the realms. Lord Engel was spelled, and his body kept hidden in a tomb in this realm for thousands of years until..."

"I broke the spell." Nevaeh slowly muttered, finally realizing what had happened. She could have never imagined that was what that dream meant.

The aged witch nodded concurringly and continued again. "Witches had died casting that spell. The powers of the five isn't something mere creatures like us could handle, but sacrifices must be made, and we knew the cost. But with Lord Engel finally awoken, so was the demon Lord. While lord Engel dwelled here to recuperate, he fell for his mate.."

"Me." Nevaeh was finally understanding the fragments of her memories now.

"Lord Engel was never bound to stay here to accompany you. He had a battle to fight which he knew he was bound to fail, but with the demon lord awoken, the safety of all three realms rested on his shoulders. But what he failed to realize was that, his success in that battle wasn't just dependent on his strength and powers, but also on someone with equal or even stronger powers. A descendant from the bloodline of the Witch and the human lord. A descendant like you." The witch said, her eyes now piercingly locked on Nevaeh's.

Nevaeh turned her gaze away from the flame and dumbfoundedly stared at the aged witch with widened eyes. Her eyes darted from one witch to another in stupefaction, but they were all similarly staring at her assuring her she had just heard the truth. 

Nevaeh was shocked. "M..me?" She was a direct descendant of what?! How? 

Nevaeh didn't believe it. That was unreal! Okay time out! This wasn't making sense anymore. 

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Wasn't she just human? At most she had suspected to had been a witch before, but now, she was what? 

The aged and scary witch suddenly had a frown frame her face, and that scared Nevaeh to her bones.

The Witch who had first stepped into the light, assuringly spoke up. "You're that descendant, Nevaeh. The others before you never came to know about their powers because Lord Engel had still been under the spell, so all powers sharing same source as him also slept. But with him awoken, not only does the lords' powers return, so does yours because you share that same source."

Eh?

Nevaeh's felt her head slowly began to spin and threatening to fall of. This was an infodump! They were giving her too much information. Information she didn't want to believe and accept.

But wait! If she truly had such powers, why then did she die? Why did Engel not take her with him, or did he not know?

As if the witches had read her mind the third one who had been quiet for a while finally spoke. 

"Whether Lord Engel is aware of who you truly are can only be told by him, but it is certain, the lord Daeryn knows and that's why he had been looking for you. If your powers are absorbed by him he'd be the most powerful being in all realms and nothing can stop him."

"So you're saying Engel might not know. But if he doesn't, how did the other lord know?" Nevaeh didn't see how the demon lord would know but Engel wouldn't. 

"Enemies are more within than without." The aged witch said. 

"A person's enemies are more members of his own household. And no outsider invades your home without an ally." 

"Are you saying..." Nevaeh was baffled. Sge understood what they were trying to say. There had been a traitor in their midst. 

"A once powerless and naive child, suddenly becoming strong enough to make wings would raise suspicions. Your grandmother might have tried her best to keep your childishness hidden but ears always moved between walls, even as they do till now." 

So what she was trying to say that, she might have alerted the enemies by making those golden wings for Engel, and someone from this realm must have informed the dark lord. That should mean, Engel knew what she was. He had to. And those wings in his house were given to her by him.

He had said the wings were just as real as her. Oh my...

Nevaeh felt her heart ache for him again.

"Your childish and innocent love for Lord Engel had led to your death. You died protecting him when he failed saving you from the Lord Dareyn." 

She had saved Engel? Did this mean he had brought her back because he felt guilty or that he had to failed her? Wouldn't it have been better if he had just left her? But she couldn't say that. She would have done the same for him too. Without knowing about their history she had loved him, so how could she even say that?

"But why didn't Engel bring me back? Why had Araminta's powers brought me?" Nevaeh was still confused about that. If Engel was as powerful as he was said to be, why didn't he bring her back himself, allowing Araminta to sacrifice herself?

"Creating a life is the only limitation of the lords. Araminta's powers hadn't just brought you back, but generations of her bloodline had been sacrificed for you to be reborn."

Generations. And it keeps getting worse and darker. Nevaeh felt her knees almost give way. Just how many lives and powers had been sacrificed for her? Nevaeh suddenly felt a heaviness in her heart. If this was the price they had to pay, then she shouldn't have been brought back. 

Nevaeh tried to calm herself when she yet realized another thing. "If the demon lord is still alive, why hasn't anything happened even after so many years?" He was even chasing after her now, so what does this mean? 

The aged witch quickly answered her. "When you died, you didn't just die, but somehow all the lord had lost their powers. We believe you have unknowingly placed a binding spell, but no one can tell, except you, but you'll know when all your memories returns. If that is true, then only you can undo what you've done." 

Wait what? Another binding spell? Were they saying, she was responsible for Engel's powerlessness? This was becoming too much. Nevaeh felt she might truly collapse now.

"I...if this is true, then how do I unlock it?" Nevaeh inquired. How does Engel get his powers back? 

Nevaeh expected an answer, but the one they gave got her confused.

"No one knows." They all replied simultaneously. Nevaeh retreated when their eyes suddenly began to glow again and they took a step towards her. 

"These things haven't been told of us for no reason." They said. Their voices bringing back the cold and eery aura as before.

Nevaeh retreated again. "Th..en why have you told me?" She stuttered.

"Because you are the key to defeating the horror that looms over the realms as well as Araminta. You must protect the witch, at all cost." 

Protect Araminta? Were they crazy Nevaeh looked at them with shocked eyes. Though they say Araminta was powerless, but she was still more powerful than her, so how could she protect her?

"How will I.."

"Your key to winning is to trust Lord Engel. He is the direct source of the power you carry.. The strength of two is always more fiercer than one, but that of three can conquer all."

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