Author's Note: I am so sorry for the time it's taken me to update! I have so much going on and so many stories I'm working on . . . Still, I hope you'll all stick around till the end. Please enjoy!
The Prince didn't like being treated like a child. He didn't like the fact that this Elian woman immediately took a disliking to him and he especially didn't like the fact that Elian was against his relationship with Elika.
"Who the hell does she think she is?" He grumbled as he forced himself to sit outside the door. "She doesn't understand anything!" It was true. All Elian could process was the fact that Ahriman had escaped and while the Prince knew that was bad, he wasn't about a vengeful dark god get in the way of his relationship with Elika.
He had already lost her once. He wasn't going to do it again.
"I don't understand," He could hear Elika's voice—quiet, worried, full of fear—and he wanted to burst into the room and be by her side. "If my mother was the Child of Light then all is lost." The Prince froze. Elika's mother was the Child of Light . . . but that meant that nothing could be done. Elika's mother had died before Ahriman had been freed, which meant that any power she had possessed had died with her.
"Princess," Elian sighed. "There might be a way."
"A way?" The Prince's eyebrows rose in disbelief. What was this Elian going to suggest? Talking to the spirit of the dead Queen?
"The power of the Child of Light is passed down," Elian explained. "When one Child perishes, the next one receives their powers."
"So, then," Elika's voice was shaky now and the Prince wanted to burst into the room to be by her side. Damn this Elian for keeping him out of the loop! "We can find this other Child of Light?"
"Yes, my Princess," Elian replied instantly. "If we know what to look for."
"Which would be?" Elika questioned.
"The power of Ormazd," Elian explained. "The ability to use his magic—to be able to save those the Child of Light cares about and to be able to absorb the light seeds needed to keep his magic strong."
The Prince froze. That sounded a lot like Elika's powers which would make Elika—no, there was no way. Elika had died—twice—and she had gotten her powers because she had been resurrected. She couldn't be the Child of Light, there was no way!
"And once we find the Child," Elika's voice was quiet now, contemplative. "What do we do next?"
"We seal Ahriman," Elian replied. "We gather the other Ahura who have hidden and together, with the Child as our leader, we finish Ahriman."
"I see," Elika said. The Prince could hear footsteps approaching the door and he instantly pushed himself as far away from it as he could. "Thank you for your info, Elian."
The door opened and Elian bowed as she left. With a quick glare at the Prince, she walked down the corridor until she vanished around a corner. The Prince opened the door and found Elika starting out the window. The sky was dark, but not filled with as much corruption as it had been over by the temple. The door slowly closed behind him and yet, Elika did not look away.
"How much did you hear?" Her face was full of worry and fear and he wished that he could soothe her in some way.
"Everything." He confessed.
"Do you think . . . ," She forced herself to stop and then met his gaze. "I could be . . ."
"But you didn't get your powers when your mother died, right?" He questioned as he took a seat next to her, grasping her hand in his.
"So, there has to be a Child of Light wandering around somewhere." The Prince concluded.
"But my powers—" She protested.
"Were also given to you by Ormazd," He explained, stroking her hand. "It's no wonder why they're similar."
"I don't know . . ." Elika mumbled, her voice trailing off. "I feel so unsure of what to do now. Now, that I know that there are other Ahura out there, I feel so torn between finding them and finishing Ahriman by ourselves."
"Elika," He said her name like a prayer to the highest deity. "Whatever you decide, I'm going to be right there with you. If you want to find the Child of Light, then that's what we'll do. If you don't, then that's ok too."
"Really?" She looked up at him, eyes wide with concern and he realized just how scared she was. The Crown Princess of the Ahura had the world on her shoulders and she was finding her way all by herself. He pulled her close to him and held her.
"Really." He promised.
They stayed that way and watched the corruption fill the sky—two lovers in a world dammed by darkness—each silently praying that they could stay together and somehow survive.
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