31. The wind in the lost isle

Emma felt the evening breeze from her room window directing the rain into her room, cold seeping into her skin, as goose bumps covered all of her body.

Her white night dress hugged her body, rain pouring in through the window, soaking her and everything else it could reach.

Thunder rumbled in the gray sky, lightning flashing along with it, but she didn't notice or even flinch.

Her eyes were glazed over, her mind lost somewhere far away from Limlor. "Mizra" she whispered, like it was the name of someone she knew.

A drop of tear fell off her eyes, the rain taking it over and taking it down her face, into her cleavage. "Papa" she whispered, more tears slipping of her face, as drops of rain fell off her lips.

Sharp wind moved over frozen waters, shattering it into pieces in a very distant place that only she saw in her mind.

"Myrna" it called, shattering more frozen water, and displacing snow.

It was the Lost isle, a kingdom that once existed far away from Limlor, but had been destroyed by her aunt, and other lesser gods.

"Mizra" she whispered once more, the wind carrying her words all the way to the Lost isle.

The sky darkened fully in the blink of an eye, like curtains had been pulled down quickly to deceive onlookers. She shut her eyes tightly, the corner of her mouth moving in the direction of a smile.

'He has finally found the island' she thought, opening her eyes which were now clear, and bright with mischief.

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The wind was howling, dragging her through forests and grasses to the place she despised the most. She saw him resting against a tree, his face bended in death. She turned her face away and saw where Lana lay, her organs outside of her belly, her beautiful face a mask of death. "Kendrick, look what you did to yourself" she said looking at him with scorn and hatred when his head suddenly raised up and looked at her, his eyes void of life.

"Why" he asked, blood flowing from his mouth, as he stood up slowly. She moved backwards in fear, watching as he smirked at her, and she felt the hair on her back stand up.

She saw Lana stand to her feet, her internal organs hanging out of her as she walked towards her. Lana smiled, the binding bracelet on her hands falling off, darkness enshrouding her. She saw Emma's face in Lana's own, their smile was the same, the shape of their eyes and nose also, and they were both looking at her. She moved back faster, terror overtaking her.

A blade landed on her wrist, cutting her skin up. Blood began gushing out of the wound, but she felt no pain, only terror. They laughed at like deranged people, and the laugh followed her even as she woke up and sat up on her bed.

Her wrist was still bleeding profusely. She stood up from her bed and ran out of her chambers, the sound of the heavy rain pounding on the castle adding to her fear and anxiety.

A maid who had been drenched in the rain walked out of Emma's room with a lantern in her hand. She saw the moon supreme approaching her, and went down on both knees.

"How is she?" She asked the maid who stuttered due to fear. "Sh...she is f...fast asleep, Moon supreme" the maid answered. "You are excused" she told the maid who stood up quickly and ran out of sight.

She sighed in relief and walked back to her chambers with her chin raised up, wondering why she had been worried for no cause.