Terrible attack

- You were talking about me, I see. He said with a worrying calm. That's it, isn't it?

- We're sorry, Abi. Yriane apologized, moved but still considering him with new eyes.

- I don't think so from the look in your eyes.

I looked in turn at my blond friend, then at her friend. Whatever their past, they will never belong to each other, I noted, compassionate. However they would have made a superb couple, she of a lunar blondness, so soft and humble, but courageous, and him, now that I described him, he was endowed with a crazy class, a thin and muscular body, a short azure hair streaked with sparkling locks.

I found so much love in Yriane's eyes, even in the way she talked to him that I was affected by it for many reasons. I suppose she had gone so far as to change her way of behaving with others for him, she couldn't help it, even though she probably knew, even more than anyone else, it was lost in advance. That pain in her eyes, an awful pain, born in the name of a love, I recognized it for having already once carried it. We would have liked to change everything, even in spite of ourselves, to get what we wanted most. But in the end, it didn't work. Somewhere, it was even sadder. And he, this friend who loved her and understood her intentions, could do nothing. He was powerless to alleviate the great pain that his hopeless and unchangeable indifference would inevitably provoke in her, despite all the strength he put into his battle to protect her from this terrible loss.

- And you told Dania about our first meeting, not forgetting the time we spent together?

- It's not so bad that the others know, is it? She asked, smiling.

The young mage hesitated for a short moment, very revelatory by the way, before nodding.

- Probably not, after all. And as you are both women, and beautiful women on top of that, I am willing to forgive you. And as I thought I heard a few compliments, I'm not doing so bad.

- Abi, did you want to go somewhere?

- Not particularly. I wanted to stretch my legs too.

- So why don't we stretch them together.

- Having two beautiful girls all to myself, I would never say no.

He was so sweet, I noted thoughtfully, but the way he carried his kindness around was different from Seiran's. However, I felt that there was something that united them and that this union would help us a lot.

- Abi, tell me what are those pictures on the walls? I asked, pointing with fear and respect to the ornate arabesques on the walls.

- These images are the dark stories of our people. For example, see over there, Dimo the Banished, and he pointed with a finger full of contempt to an individual represented by a face whose beauty was becoming inexorably ugly until it resembled only an ugly pile of flesh. He was king for a quarter of a millennium before it was discovered that he was actually raping women.

Abios shook his head in disbelief.

- It took almost three centuries for our kingdom to discover the truth, or rather for the good guys to get the truth out. Then he was banished, and now it is said that he has gone into exile in an underground realm far from here, where even the scourge would not wish to go.

Abi pulled himself together and pointed to another legendarily foul character.

- This is Delia. Delia, the beautiful infidel, she was a magnificent queen, I must admit," he described with a dreamy, greedy expression that made Yriane and I exchange an ironic look. But her feelings were unstable. Every time she finally recognized love she said that it was precisely at that moment that her feelings weakened and died, so in order to revive it, to feel it again, she had a visceral need to find a new love object. And it was always like that, until the day when the king could no longer stand it and lost his mind. He abdicated his throne to his son, and left to join the Vaegos empire where the mythical beast of Zion reigned.

- And queen Delia?

- She is dead.

- How did she die? I asked, stunned. I thought you were practically immortal with your magic.

- Immortal? There is the fundamental word "almost". Wait," he said, turning to me. You said 'we'. Does that mean you're not a magician, Dania?

I had forgotten that detail, that no one here knew anything about it.

- I'm sorry, I always forget that detail," I said, rather contrite. Indeed I belong to the world of mortals, more exactly to humans. But I took the liberty of coming to yours.

They both stared at me, completely stunned. I had also forgotten that not even Yriane was aware of this crucial fact. Only Seiran was.

I could see that their view of me had changed radically, as if they could not believe in my origin, and especially in my existence.

- But then, how could you...?

But Abi could not finish his question, no... because a horrible earthquake which I immediately recognized the traces similar to that of the monster and his giant I however annihilated, occurred and made us tremble to such a point that the fear took possession of our beings, this fear created by these waves born without ambiguity of the blackness and which penetrated us.

- Run, quickly!!!