She was no longer in the Kashinov mansion. She was…she did not know where she was. Her eyes were not able adjust to the dim setting around her. Except in front of her, there was the stone chalice containing the orb in it. She wondered if she was somehow back in the arena. The orb was glowing illuminating a white light around it. A woman was standing in front of the orb, her back turned towards dora. She had long silver hair. She was wearing a white robe so silky; it looked like she had wrapped water around her. She was singing.
“You
commit endless follies,
Letting
your desires make your destiny.”
The
women turned around and faced Dora. Her blue eyes glowed, giving her an eerie
look. Large butterflies the color of sapphire with intricate patterns on
its wings fluttered around her, some sat on her shoulders, her hair, made
patterns on her white gown. The butterflies were glowing a dim blue. She raised
a finger and one landed on its tip.
“Aren’t
they beautiful Dora.”
She
raised her head Upwards. Dora followed her eyes. She let out an audible gasp.
Butterflies of all sizes attached themselves on the rocky surface above them.
She could hardly see any surface that was not covered with these insects. She
looked around; every surface around her was covered with them. These large
insects were beautiful with their dim glow. Dora watched hypnotized and yet her
insides felt queasy. There was something sinister about these large insects.
The
women stepped forward outside the glow of the orb. Her skin was pale and her
blue eyes glowed in the dimness. A soft radiance encircled her.
She
stretched her hand towards Dora who was still on her knees.
“When the time is fair, and you’re in
despair,
When the oceans retreat, and leave you
to bleed,”
The
tears rolled down Dora’s cheeks, she was shivering. Her body trembled as an
unsurmountable grief took over her.
“When the heart betrays, and leads you
astray,
“Will you let your sins arise, and make
them your best allies?”
