Chapter forty-nine
The mirror in Hade’s bedroom
Grabbing Elizabeth’s hands, Lady Athena touched the mirror’s surface. It wobbled, sending ripples across the surface; her entire hands went through the lting glass, and she drew Elizabeth inside with her.
Elizabeth felt as if ascending through a pool of sticky honey, yet she was, at least, safe and sound this ti.
Lady Athena suddenly hardened the grip on Elizabeth’s hands, and a wild gust whipped them on the cheek as they ascended.
Opening her eyes tentatively, Elizabeth found herself floating above an ancient building.
“Follow , Dolores.” Whispered Lady Athena as they tilted over and descended through the layers of clouds.
Together, they landed quietly in the doorway of a large palace, which Elizabeth recognized at once as the Ethereal House, only much grander.
"Why do you call Dolores?" asked Elizabeth gingerly, looking up.
"With so much evidence you've seen, don't you realize the true identity that you have questioned for so long? Yes, my dear, from that day you travel through Yggdrasil, you should've known you're special. You are the daughter of Joanna the Great; you are Dolores the Evil." Whispered Athena excitedly, rubbing her hands together, sparks flying from her fingertips.
"Now that we've journeyed through ti, let’s delve into your past,” she exclaid, her voice brimming with excitent.
Elizabeth pivoted on her heels, her gaze sweeping the surroundings. A sprawling palace lood nearby, its towering spires piercing the heavens, glinting with brilliant hues as they caught the sunlight filtering through the wispy clouds. Beside the grand gate, a serene lagoon stretched out, its surface dotted with ethereal mists that danced gracefully in the golden light.
“Long ago, a powerful figure known as the Dark Lord ca to the magical land of Alfheim as the first Nonblender.
The ancient lore of Alfheim spoke of an extraordinary legacy: the children of the two distinct species intertwined within its borders were said to possess the ability to tamorphose into the very essence leading to immortality, which the Dark Lord desperately wanted.
The Dark Lord summoned Joanna, the strongest soulblender, seeing her as key to his plans. He forced her into a marriage that felt like a trap. Joanna recorded her struggles in a diary, hiding it in a remote place buried in sands, hoping only brave adventurers would find it.
As the Dark Lord's plans for immortality took shape, an unexpected event occurred—sothing that didn't happen often, but it certainly threw a wrench in his plans.”
With a snap of her fingers, the towering gates of the palace creaked open with a haunting elegance.
As they strode through the lushly manicured gardens and entered the palace, their eyes widened in awe at the breathtaking beauty surrounding them. The halls were adorned with a stunning array of shimring silver artworks and intricate golden murals that captured the eye and sparkled under the soft glow of the ornate chandeliers.
In the opulent Grand Hall, beneath the dazzling crystal fixtures, they caught sight of a formidable man ticulously grooming his hair at a grand mirror—soone Elizabeth recognized from a haunting portrait she had once viewed.
Behind him, an aged man knelt on the ornate marble floor, his face etched with worry.
The Dark Lord, still facing the mirror, spoke with a disquieting calmness, "What news do you bring?"
The old man hesitated, a wicked glint in his eye, before responding, "My lord, I co bearing a prophecy. It is unlikely to bring you joy."
He paused dramatically, the tension thickening in the air as he prepared to reveal the portentous words that could change everything.
"Traitors lurk deep within your vast domain,
The one you love shall leave and not remain.
Two cast to Ginnunga’s blackest night,
Six babes shall live to end your cursed plight.
What you most crave shall slip from your cold hand,
Years hence they clash in blood across the land.
Three strive for crowns, to rule and to enthral,
Two fight for faith, their loyal hearts enthrall.
From raging fire the strongest shall awake,
The last, the boldest, where the cold winds shake.
She shall descend with fury, fire, and wrath,
And burn your realm to ash and desolate path.”
Then, with a bang, before the Dark Lord could have him ordered killed, the old man disappeared.
With a graceful flick of her wrist, Athena summoned an unseen force, and Elizabeth felt herself almost lifted from her feet. The air around her seed to shimr with energy as she was pulled through the threshold of the heavy oak door. It swung shut behind them with a resounding bang, the sound echoing through the stillness of the corridor like a clap of thunder, leaving no trace of their presence in the dimly lit space.
“What was the secret plan you’ve ntioned before?” Elizabeth whispered softly over Lady Athena, bending down to examine the decorations curved on the gate.
“He wants to be immortal.” Replied Lady Athena, brushing her hair over her shoulder, and swaying in the wind.
Elizabeth had her eyes fixed upon Athena, staring at her as if she were so sophisticated elder who understood all the concepts in this madly crazy world.
Amused, Lady Athena laughed and stroked Elizabeth’s hair, velvety as she continued,
“Ti was slipping away, and the Dark Lord couldn't afford any obstacles. He swiftly got rid of Joanna, ensuring she could never disrupt his sinister designs, and whisked away his children.
But fate was on your side, and you and your siblings managed to escape from his clutches. That had sent the Dark Lord into a fury; he could not allow you to grow strong enough to join the soulblenders in their fight against him. The very existence of the prophecy filled him with such loathing that he would stop at nothing to see you destroyed—”
Elizabeth looked up with her misty eyes and asked in a quivering voice,
“What had happened to us?”
Athena sighed and patted Elizabeth on the shoulder, "No one truly knows, my dear. All I can say is that they were unable to save you that fateful night during the storm, and that missed opportunity led to your suffering.
It's up to you to find out the truth.”
Penelope’s breath caught in her throat as she witnessed the scenes take shape—couples parting in despair, echoes of unjust executions, unshed tears trickling into the fabric of the universe.
The weight of grief bore down upon her, each thread of light like a heavy anchor tugging her heart deeper into the abyss.
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“That are the mories they abandoned—the worst,” Lucius murmured, a somber weight to his voice. Penelope shivered, a chill creeping up her spine as she realized the enormity of what lay before her.
How could she, who had dedicated her life to the pursuit of a greater good, find herself entangled in such chilling truths?
The bright vision she had nurtured felt like a cruel joke, and she was the punchline.
In that mont, the jars on the tray began to wobble ominously. They glided through the air, each landing with a resonant thud between the flickering candles. Penelope's heart raced, understanding dawning as dark, murky liquid dripped from the threads holding each scene. The essence of forgotten mories poured into the vials, pooling into sothing grotesque and profound.
A flicker of disappointnt crossed Elizabeth's face as she turned to leave, her brows furrowing slightly. With a graceful motion, she spread her expansive eagle wings wide, each feather intricately patterned and shimring like rich mahogany under the sun’s warm rays. The gentle breeze rustled through her wings, whispering secrets of the open sky.
Gathering her strength, she readied herself, longing to break free and soar high above the world below, where the clouds danced and the horizon stretched endlessly.
But Lady Athena yelled anxiously after her,
“Wait, there’s sothing else I wanna show you, another secret, a very dark secret—”
Elizabeth skidded to a standstill, glancing back, and stared into Lady Athena’s eyes.
She nodded curtly.
Without a mont’s hesitation, Elizabeth spun around, her heart pounding like a war drum.
Athena, with eyes wide and intent, grasped her hand firmly, and together they dashed around the dilapidated corner into a dimly lit corridor. At the end of this passage stood a weathered wooden door, ominously creaking ajar as if beckoning them inside.
As they crossed the threshold, a torrent of fragnted mories surged through Elizabeth’s mind, sharp and vivid—the harrowing echoes of distant screams, the electric crackle that hung in the air like a storm cloud, and the frantic sound of footsteps racing through dark corridors.
Recognition struck her like a bolt of lightning; this was the fabled stronghold of the Evil Scarlet, a notorious prison designed to break the spirits of Enemy Spies, a place she had hoped to forget.
"Evil Scarlet is far more than a feared na,” Athena began, her voice steady but laced with a palpable urgency, each word dripping with gravity.
“It is a malevolent faction that ensnares all nonblenders, forging an army composed of mindless enforcers—the ferocious pawns of the rciless Fairy Lord.”
She paused montarily, scanning their surroundings, as if the very walls might eavesdrop on their conversation.
Her voice took on an ominous tone as she elaborated,
“Told ya The Dark Lord wants immortality. He needed his blood child's essence and the Interstellar Crown to achieve it. Odin aided him in exchange for control over Grekheim, creating a dark alliance.”
"What?" Elizabeth gasped, her disbelief palpable, her voice echoing off the damp stone walls.
“Odin? The sa one who sent us on this perilous quest? He’s been pulling the strings behind the scenes, setting us up for death one by one?”
“Indeed," Athena affird, her brow furrowing with concern.
As despair settled heavily on Elizabeth’s shoulders, she felt the oppressive weight of realization crush her spirit. A deep, anguished sigh escaped her lips. How could she have navigated the perilous trails fraught with hidden dangers, battled fiercely against overwhelming odds, and endured the heartbreaking loss of her beloved companion Veronica, only to co to the devastating realization that all her sacrifices had been in vain?
Each battle fought felt like a futile stroke against an unyielding tide, and the mories of their joyous monts now felt like fragile glass, shattered and scattered across the floor of her heart. In that haunting silence, as the weight of sorrow enveloped her, she found herself drowning in a well of lancholic reflection, each tear a testant to dreams shattered and the love that once gave her strength. The realization coursed through her like icy fingers, leaving her questioning the very aning of her struggles.
It was a cruel, elaborate charade—a manipulation designed to train her as nothing more than a pawn in their grand strategy for victory. Would they discard her like yesterday’s news the mont she ceased to hold any utility? And have her killed afterwards when she had lost her values to them, as Morris had endured?
Penelope and Lucius stood in silence, the weight of the night pressing against them like a shroud. Finally, as the jars filled with the dark substance, Lucius snapped his fingers, and the candles extinguished in a collective sigh.
“Head over to Datura’s office and dive into her folders—”
“You’ll see. They’re cheating you; you don’t understand. They are using you—the Fairy Lord, he’s—well—” He hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes before he spat out, “Also, don’t forget to check out the legacy of that crown. Goodnight,” and vanished into the shadows without another word.
As Elizabeth sat there, lost in thought, it struck her hard: all those damn tragedies weren’t just life’s little bumps. They were personal hits, like a punch to the gut. Just then, she felt Athena's soft hand on her back, a gentle nudge of comfort that flickered a tiny spark of hope.
“Hey, I get it,” Athena said, leaning in close, her voice low but fierce.
“I know the weight you’re carrying is heavier than you think. But that’s exactly what they want— to break you apart, piece by piece. Don’t give them that satisfaction, alright? You gotta fight, not just for yourself, but for your people. They’re going through hell right now, and you need to keep that in mind.”
Elizabeth glanced around the dim room, feeling the heaviness in the air. Athena’s face turned serious, like she was digging for the right words in the shadows.
“You’ve been through so much; it’s easy to forget what’s going down back in Alfheim. There’s a storm brewing over your ho, and inside you, there’s this amazing power—people would do anything to get their hands on it.”
“Girl, you’ve got guts and strength running through your veins,” Athena went on. “You’re one of the toughest soulblenders kicking around. The only ones who might take you on are Odin and that Dark Lord.” But even with all that power, Elizabeth felt the heavy ache of her kin’s suffering. They were living through hell—every single day. They needed her to step up now more than ever. “You’ve slipped out from under their grip, but don’t forget those still tucked away in the shadows. They’re clinging to hope. Your powers an sothing, you know?” “Stay strong for your tribe. Don’t let that Fairy Lord’s dark cloud swallow them whole. Keep fighting for everything you love. You're their light in this dark ss, and you’re the only one who can turn the tide against this creeping darkness.” Each word out of Athena’s mouth hit Elizabeth square in the heart, resonating deep within her soul.
And inside, a daring, brave soul was sprouting.
Before she could say anything, Lady Athena disappeared in a flash of golden light.
Suddenly, the ground shook, and the images in front of them tumbled.
Elizabeth’s vision blurred, the Ethereal House lted in midair, and she was being dragged upwards.
She was drew back to the hard floor in Lord Hades’s bedroom just before the images ahead of her shattered.
Elizabeth spun around sharply on her heels, her heart racing, only to find Lord Hades fixed intently on her with an expression that could curdle milk.
Before her, Lady Persephone knelt on the ground, a picture of grace even in her submissive posture, yet the tension in the air hinted that things were about to take a turn for the worse.
“What in the nas of the Styx are you doing here, and using my Mirror of the Past without my permission?” Lord Hades bellowed, his voice reverberating through the chamber as he stord forward, an aura of danger radiating from him. The cold steel of his sword glinted ominously, its tip hovering perilously close to Elizabeth’s throat, promising violence.
“Hades,” Lady Persephone murmured softly from behind him, her voice barely rising above a whisper, but her presence was overshadowed by the imminent threat. The sharp edge of the sword pressed against Elizabeth's skin, a warning that was both terrifying and all too real when, just as suddenly, a llifluous voice cut through the charged atmosphere.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Lady Aphrodite’s voice cleared the tension like a sumr storm dispersing clouds. Elizabeth glanced to the side, her eyes widening as the goddess of love approached, her golden locks flowing like liquid sunlight behind her.
“Hades, this heroine is the one who unsealed our world. She saved us from your grasp, and yet you dare to threaten her with your monsters?” Lady Aphrodite exclaid, her tone filled with both authority and indignation.
“Drop your sword!” Lord Hades’s expression twisted as if he had just swallowed a mouthful of ash, fury mingling with confusion. His furious glare locked onto Elizabeth, as if weighing her worth against the indignation bubbling inside him.
“Okay, just this ti, go,” Hades muttered under his breath, his anger dulled as he slowly withdrew his blade, the edge of which had begun to bite into Elizabeth’s skin.
“What about Lady Persephone?” Elizabeth asked tentatively, concern creeping into her voice. “You’re not punishing her?”
“Just this ti, little tyke,” he replied grimly, the lines of his face softening ever so slightly, hinting at so hidden remorse. A smile broke out on Lady Aphrodite’s face, bright and reassuring.
“Thanks. I may just send you back.”
She grasped Elizabeth's shoulders gently but then, with surprising force, she propelled her toward the swirling waters of the Styx. Before Elizabeth could utter a single word of protest or gratitude, she found herself hurtling toward the shimring surface.
In an instant, with a thunderous boom that echoed through her very bones, she was thrust back onto solid ground. The ominous door to Grekheim vanished as if it were made of mist, dissipating into thin air. Stumbling slightly, Elizabeth regained her footing and looked down to find a golden key nestled in the dirt near her boots. She could feel her hands trembling as she reached down to pick it up, brushing away the specks of earth that clung to its gleaming surface. Two words were intricately carved into the tal, ‘Glacier Peninsula.’
Just below her, a crumpled piece of paper caught her eye. She snatched it up, heart racing as she read it out loud to the shadows that seed to creep closer, hanging on her every word.
"Hey, everyone, I’m really sorry for the trouble I caused you all, especially to those who had my back. I let you down. I didn’t make it through... But you guys are amazing—your beauty, strength, resilience, it’s all beyond what you even realize. Here’s the key to my mansion. Consider it a little gift for sticking with . I hope you’re the happiest you’ve ever been. I'm so sorry."
It was unmistakably Veronica's handwriting. That familiar loop of her letters made Elizabeth’s chest tighten. How could Veronica be apologizing for leaving? After everything she’d been through?
Emily nudged her gently, mouthing, "Elizabeth, we need to move on."
With a heavy sigh, Elizabeth pushed herself to her feet. She took a deep breath, feeling the energy around her pulse like a storm. The earth near Veronica's body responded to her, the soil shifting and rising up as if cradling her friend one last ti. The wind picked up, a wild howling that echoed their sorrow, and before they knew it, Veronica de Angelo was gently sinking into the ground, enveloped like a fragile treasure.
Tears stread down Elizabeth's face as the fresh, rich scent of earth filled the air, grounding her in the mont. She raised her hands, and blossoms began to spring up around where Veronica lay, glowing softly in the fading light. Each flower felt like a whispered promise as they sprung up, almost as if they were honoring her brave spirit.
"For my bravest friend," they murmured together, the words hitching in their throats.
Holding that golden key like it was the very last slice of pizza, Elizabeth yanked the teleport door open. In a split second, they were gone, just like that.
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