Bloody Fountain | Melyria & Natalie
Another stormy night. THUNDER. Another trigger… Relapse…
The rain has finally pour out from the dense clouds, soaking her clothes and hair. Beautiful curls showing up on the tip of her mane with every drop that fell down. Big glowing black pearls shone upon her features. Even when her eyes were as dark as the night, they looked as if they had a life of their own. A slight steam could almost be seen coming out of her hands as she rushed towards the academy gates, splashing water under her boots. What was she doing in the middle of a night, a stormy night, aiming to go out? Not even her had an answer for that. Was she insane? Yes. Rage took over her mind and a hateful sorrow was stabbing her right in the heart. Not in her senses, she was just walking to her grave, while thinking she could kill them. The ones who killed her mother, the ones who killed Yonghwa…. the ones who made her this way. There was no way she was going to stop now, not even if she wanted it, cause she had no will over her thoughts and body. Although, what she had at that moment was an immense thirst for vengeance. Making a grip around her blade’s helve, the night elf stepped out from the academy, running down the street towards the city. That was the last time somebody saw the golden haired girl that night —if somebody actually saw the scene—, at least for long while.
It just took a couple of hours for the world to turn blurry and red for her. An unavoidable iron taste ran through her mouth as a deep red and viscous liquid dripped from the corner of her now slightly torn lips and forehead. Everything hurt. Cough. Another gulp of blood visited her mouth. The female could barely stand up straight as she pressed on the side of her bleeding abdomen. The rain had stopped, but she was still wet and trembling; dragging her muddy feet along the path. At least we know she still had a slight zest for life, since she was doing her best to get inside the academy grounds with the hope that somebody would help her, or at least that she would get to the healing fountain on time, but there was no much time left. Finally she arrived the gates, pushing them as she could and letting her body slide through the gap between them —because she didn’t have much strength left to push the gates wide open. Taking her bow from around her torso, she let it fall to the ground, while a remote glow was still showing in her eyes as the whole place started to spin around; at least she felt it that way. With the little strength she had left, the night elf tried to walk to the healing fountain but it was a bit late. Melyria fell to her knees, struggling to stay awake so she could heal herself, while praying inside her heart for help. She was afraid. The young elf finally fell to her side, over the still wet dirt, coughing and bleeding until the world became completely dark. For the first time, the world turned completely black for her, and silent; very silent. She was not afraid anymore… she was not anymore… she was gone… almost gone…
