Groggily waking up, the obsidian haired female, hazily stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, memories rushing in.
"So I made it out."
She said, gazing at the gold patterned ceiling filled with esoteric marks. Turning her head, she saw a sleeping person. Pale skin, draped with a complicated dress. Her should long golden hair, covered pieces of her wonderful countenance as she slept peacefully. The obsidian haired female took in the features of the mysterious person with her steel grey eyes. As though she had sensed her gaze, the golden haired woman's eyes fluttered open. Life seemed to enter her brown eyes as she rose from the seat approaching the bedridden girl.
"Do you know who you are?"
It was bizarre to receive a question from a person who just woke up from their sleep, but it seemed to not have bothered her in the slightest. Her questioning gaze, staring patiently at the mysterious bedridden female. Pursing her thin dry lips, she opened her mouth to speak,
"Ingrid." She said, her voice barely muttering as she gazed deep in to the ceiling. Perceiving that the young girl wanted to talk no more, she quietly exhaled and spoke.
"Ingrid. A fine name you have for yourself. Get some rest and I shall inform the person who brought you here of your current condition."
'Huh.'
Seeing the confused look on her face, the golden haired woman spoke answering her deepest questions in a staid manner..
"You suffered a close encounter and your soul intertwined with the mysterious forces that wanted to descend in to this world. But a special being prevented it from happening thus saving your life in the process."
'.... So it really happened....'
She quietly thought as her lower lip trembled. Crystalline tears formed at the edges of her hollow eyes as they streaked downwards. A quiet sob she expelled from her being as her body trembled ever so slightly at the sudden influx of emotions she had buried a few minutes ago. Not wanting to disturb her, the golden haired woman, silently left the room, her complicated white dress making no sound.
Left alone, the young girl Ingrid sought comfort within her hidden memories.
"Grandfather...."
***
Walking down an illuminated hallway, the golden haired woman wore a pensive look as her mind was deep in thought.
"Heir to death."
She lazily muttered whilst her eyes seemed lost in her deep reverie. Reaching an brown almost blackish oak door, she reached out her left hand and pushed upon the door.
"Ah, Solarya. How is our guest?"
An elder's voice echoed throughout the room the golden haired woman Solarya had entered. Though his voice sounded aged, his looks were youthful, his gaze young and his posture lax, as he sat upon a comfortable seat worth immense value. His golden hair was as resplendent as the golden sun that shined throughout the day. Meeting his gaze, Solarya approached one of the comfortable couches, keeping her silence whilst performing her actions. Seated comfortably, she opened her mouth and spoke,
"The young girl is... fine."
She pursed her lips to speak further but the calm voice of the elder cut her off,
"Its unfair right. An heir to death is here seeking refuge in hour own established house. How so utterly ridiculous, yet... sigh. To think this would happen."
Seeing the turmoil raging within the elder's heart, Solarya clenched her soft hands to fists, her face contorting in anger.
"If you feel so, then... why?! Why give shelter to an heir of death?, Why give help to such... Father?!"
Her voice was laced with indignation. The current circumstance infuriated her, maddened her yet also brought about with it a sobering reality.
"I under-
"NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!! THESE WRETCHES KILLED OUR FAMILY, THEIR MURDERED OUR CHILDREN, SO... so why father, why?"
Having been cut off by the violent outburst made, the golden haired man let his young gaze turn soft at the behest of the tears that fell softly upon Solarya's face. Her shoulder long hair that seemed to have been forcefully cut, grew with the silent tears, her shoulders trembling, her fists clenched white. A soft sigh escaped from him as he stood up, silently approaching the floor to ceiling window, his steps languid, his posture strong.
"Solarya." He said, gazing towards the snowy mountains that seemed invisible through the blizzard raging.
"I understand your pain, believe me when I say this. But, we owe Great spirit Huiwa a most honorable favor, even though it transgresses our desire. So please, do not make this any harder than it is."
His aged voice had turned soft as he addressed her from his current position. His body released slight trembling's that were caught by Solarya's grief stricken gaze. The words she wanted to speak, got trapped within her throat forcing her to swallow them. Seeing that his daughter had kept her silence, the golden haired youth further spoke,
"Great spirit Huiwa has also promised to bring back the life of the dead. So please, calm your anger lest we forfeit this most fortuitous opportunity."
Having made his statement clear, he walked back to his seat aware of Solarya's surprised look.
"Great spirit has promised that."
Her voice low and soft. Its baritones non-existent as new light shone within Solarya's brown eyes. The surprise was too great of a shock that it left her stunned. The terrible blizzard raged outside threatening to consume the world in its stark embrace but Solarya's heart felt at peace. A peace so profound it left her speechless.
***
The king has entered the lands, prepare the banners said the soft feminine voice of Temetius. A look of jubilation on her angelic face as countless workers were up and about tirelessly at work as she sat down upon a beautiful chair, supervising the work carried out. Golden banners with straight crimson lines and a complex symbol resting at the center were planted atop the spires of the Telemenpha estate, its complex layout being easily navigated by the denizens of the great household who wore looks of pure jubilation whilst they worked.
"The king is back."
Such was the news the propagated throughout the whole household as maids worked with blushed expressions. Guards wore proud expressions and workers wore content expressions, seemingly at peace at working for such a great family. Watching all this, Reyn from her chambers, her expression blank though her mind whizzed about like the denizens of the household.
"Now then, how will I handle this situation?"