Under a few gloomy raindrops, the movement of her lower limbs, dragging on and dirtying the floor tiles with blood, awakened feelings of repulsion rather than pity in the hearts of the proud mages witnessing Aira’s cry for help.
What could she have done so that all of them despised her, refusing to offer a helping hand? Sophia was watching from the side, tears flooding her face. Aslan held her carefully by her small frail waist with one hand while in his other a sword quivered, eager to slay the corrupted witch.
“She doesn’t deserve your precious tears.”
Aslan spoke at first in a low voice, barely holding himself from piercing Aira with his sword only to be able to free his hand and quickly wipe his beloved girl’s wet cheeks. Sophia covered her face with her two palms and let herself fall into his embrace. As he turned his face away from Sophia, his eyes landing on the witch, his voice grew louder.
“This sinner deceived you into thinking she cared for you while conspiring with the Crimson Stars to offer you as a sacrifice to the Dark Lord.”
Aira could barely speak due to the excruciating pain. Choking with tears, she looked at Sophia, the only person whom she could beg for mercy. She pulled herself close enough to touch the saint’s feet with the tip of her almost lifeless fingertips.
“Please! … Help me! I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me.”, Aira desperately shouted her last words, releasing a mouthful of blood she stubbornly held until the end.
Yet, as gentle and kind as she may have been, Sophia had to choose between the greater good. She looked once again at Aira with pity and painfully watched her slowly die from bleeding until she reached her final moments. The dead witch’s eyes were still open, showing traces of a lingering hope to live despite all her dreadful sins.
The heavens may have felt pity for her for a heavier autumn rain started to fall, washing off all the cursed blood. There was nothing more she could do for the girl who sold her soul, yet Sophia did not want her to stay too long under raindrops colder than her body.
While trembling from sorrow, as betrayed as her heart might have felt, she took a few steps back with Aslan’s help, and, with a graceful movement of her right hand she closed Aira’s eyes from afar, covering her with a shield of soft and warm light; a gesture considered thoughtful, but undeserved by the traitor, in the spectators’ eyes.
Under the dark sky, for only a fleeting moment, time seemed to have stopped flowing, wolves ceased their howling and stars shut their glowing.
From the tallest roof, two shadowless figures watched the scene unfolding in front of their eyes, without any intention to interfere from the beginning to the end. They could only sigh at the sight of the pitiable lifeless remains, whose soul departed the realm of the living too soon.
“In the end, only one person cried for her.”, One of the shadows said.
“The hearts of humans can be deceiving.”, The other replied. “The raindrops the sky is crying down right now might be the only genuine tears she will receive in this lifetime.”
“What a pitiful existence!”
“As pitiful as she may be, we can only grant her wish over and over again, hoping that one day she will finally be satisfied.”
“Then let us hope that the choices she makes in her
next life, will put an end to this cycle of misery.”