Chapter 43 The Well
The Well
The familiar static of Rionan’s power wrapped around Alianna, as the night sky and world above her disappeared from view.
There was only her and his power. Nestled here, within Xanthia itself.
She felt the energy caress her body, run through her hair, warming her skin like the summer sun on a cloudless day. She was engulfed in a nest of glorious yellow light which cradled her, like the dawn welcoming the sun.
Alianna did not expect this to feel so peaceful.
Home.
Home.
Home.
Rionan’s power sang to her soul, soothing her senses. Alianna smiled faintly and closed her eyes.
She felt her hair pooling behind her like she was lying in a hot bath. Her tears of sorrow dried. The pain in her ankles ebbed away.
Alianna never thought death would feel so comforting.
She opened her eyes and looked at the bag that she still clutched to her chest. Releasing it, the satchel drifted out in front of her, being carried by yellow waves.
The material of the leather disintegrated entirely, revealing the stone itself.
It seemed to pulse with a pure iridescent light, like a star being born.
The sediment of the stone crumbled away, turning to dust and disappearing before Alianna’s eyes.
The light glowed brighter, flowing outwards, wrapping around her in an embrace before entwining with Rionan’s own beautiful, perfect yellow.
Alianna could hear a blissful lullaby echoing through her now. She longed to sleep. She longed to stay here, where she could rest forever, at one with herself. No more noise. No more chaos. This made sense. This was the only thing that could ever make sense.
This was peace.
This was the gift of life itself.
This was beauty, strength, and tranquillity.
This was the wind in the trees. The water of the rivers. The sunsets, the stars, the moon and the mountains.
Alianna closed her eyes, becoming delirious with the feeling of the power that now began to pierce through her skin and claw towards her very soul.
As Alianna’s skin began to burn and she felt the threads of her existence unravelling, a smile bloomed across her face, like a flower opening in spring.
Home.
Home.
Home.