Descendance (2)

The Café, afternoon:

"Oh no, I am so sorry! How could this have happened?", the waitress was still apologizing for her earlier mishap, when she accidentally destroyed the teacup.

She bowed several times and crouched down to pick up the porcelain pieces.

Acaranne stared blankly at the clumsy waitress. Did she hear right? Did that girl just talk.

"Haha.", she let out the most happiest breath.

And tears rolled down her cheek.

All around her people were talking, and the Capital was bustling with noise. It was so beautifully loud.

She buried her face in her hands and wept.

Never in her life had she felt so happy. Acaranne didn't care if she was hallucinating as long as this moment could last forever. As long as she could hear those voices.

"...", The Emperor spared Acaranne a glance.

"What did you do?", Vendetta narrowed her eyes and squinted at the Emperor.

No one in their right state of mind would unleash the sound across the world. At least Vendetta thought so.

Disgusting Screeches were already reaching her ears.

"I, didn't do anything.", he said.

His handsome face remained expressionless, but his eyes trembled slightly. That was all the confirmation Vendetta needed.

Her eyebrows twitched.

-Slam-

Furiously, Vendetta banged her hand on the table.

"Do you have any idea what kind of consequences-"

"Yes, I know.", the Emperor interrupted her.

"Hah.", Vendetta scoffed and made way for her anger.

"No, you don't Cyrim."

"I have failed as your teacher and your guardian.", she let out a hollow laugh and stood up.

"I should be ashamed of myself.", Vendetta shook her head finding herself utterly shallow and stupid for trusting the Emperor.

If he so desperately wanted this, the Emperor would have to face this alone. She wouldn't even lift a finger.

Cyrim closed his eyes, ignoring Vendettas tantrum. He only listened to the music of the Capital. Now his subjects could finally live.

******

The Embers, 657 years ago:

Vendetta had already walked for 9 days straight, but her body wasn't tired in the slightest.

For her, the lack of exhaustion was one of the strangest marvels this unrealistic world had gifted her.

Her eyes were glimmering with curiosity. In hear early centuries, she hadn't seen anything about the empire yet and was desperately searching for new knowledge.

But when she reached the end of the empire, nothingness awaited her with open hands. 

At the end of her journey through the wasteland, a barrier blocked her path.

******

The Archmage's Study, night time:

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of her study. She didn't have that dream in a long time.

-Sigh-, she bit her lip.

Vendetta wiped the sweat on her forehead, turning it into golden pearls with one touch of her hand.

Each of them making a melancholic sound as they dropped to the floor.