The Emperor and Drenit tried to argue for her to leave the manor and go with them. She’d adamantly refused and honestly lost to all her emotions threatened things she didn’t even remember while feeling the over whelming despair of her sisters that always understood the parts of her no one else could just being gone, she’d run away from them and hid again until she heard the Emperor insist they all leave her be for the time being.
Despite the temporary retreat he obviously was not giving up. He’d set an entire small post of guards. There camp just past the stone fence and wandering around the land of her home.
The Guards didn’t even budge at spirits who venture out to try to spook them away. Some she could tell wanted to but seeing as Drenit had stubbornly rooted himself in the camp and seemed to either be more intimidating or more revered by the guards they stayed put. Drenit even seemed to even try to talk to the spirits, though most of the spirits would relay that it was a very one-sided conversation seeing as Drenit in fact could not hear the spirit tongue.
So, after a few nights Azale decided as annoying as it was unwelcomed guests were in fact still guests. So, she sent out Sashi with a few trays with teas and treats. Azale watched the guards duck out baffled as she decoratively placed them down. One person was chosen first to test the tea and some of the treats.
If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.
Really, her goal was to go unnoticed poisoning guards was not the way to lull people into a comfortable ignorance. Azale frowned and the tingle of magic in her blood. She couldn’t believe that more then stopping their cycle of rebirth they really decided to stop being the sisters, to sever their last connection. To leave Azale all alone.
Azale would be the new mother.
Azale now knew why mother didn’t simply cut off the summoning, it was all in her plan. The Imperial family of Devrosita didn’t carry much magic but they managed to be some of the most durable individuals, with a seemingly infinite life span unless cut off by the swords of everlasting energy, or some of the ancient Seven’s abilities.
It was the perfect bloodline to make have to be the new mother.
Time would be born first as time was the oldest construct. Illusion would be next setting an image of the past present and future, Elemental would be third embodying the concrete the tangible. Then Manipulation the forth the pure concept of change, and destruction would be fifth and despite many opinions not the last in the cycle of the world. After destruction would be born Spirit the holder of things after and beyond existence and then lastly healing the second chance at existence.
Azale ducked into the kitchen cabinet the spirit pup now small and fluffy again curling in a ball and letting her pillow her head on his body, his twin scurrying in after laying at her feet. She reached into a tiny portal only big enough for her hands to fit through and she snaked a blanket out of the opening laying it over herself. Tears trailed down her cheeks, sniffles filled the air until she finally found herself in a restless sleep.
