Chapter 407
Of course someone was there as the first time this happened, out of concern for their queen, the women got closer in concern to see what was wrong with her, only to start burning up. If not for quickly backing out, the woman would have experienced her second real death.
For Xerosis, the sight she sees is different from the sight of everyone around her. Holding her in his embrace was a tall golden man with flaming hair. The warmth from his embrace was everything she needed at the moment, as for the man holding her it was none other than her uncle Crepuscular.
As for how this started, we have to take a few steps back when Xerosis left the forest and home built by her and her brother as she journeyed to the eastern continent where a guide for her ascension was waiting for her.
For the first week, she missed the presence of her brother as this was the longest she has gone without him close to her. With her servants worried for her, they asked her to take a step out from her room and take a look around at the world from the sky and birds flying by them.
Xerosis and her brother shared a common distaste for sunlight and did their best to avoid it if possible, which was why the ship was surrounded with a magical shield to prevent light from coming through, nonetheless she didn’t like the idea of going out and staring at the blue sky with sun hanging above.
One day Xerosis finally decided to stop wallowing as she stepped out from her room and went to the deck. To say that the sight made her swallow back her words was no exaggeration as for the first time in her long life she saw the world with the sun shining down on it. Rather than the sight she was used to where it was the moon and night sky with stars which had it own beauty too but this was something else.
The world shimmered. Not with the cool, ethereal glow of moonlight she knew so well, but with a vibrant, almost painful brilliance. The ocean, instead of a dark, mysterious expanse, stretched out in an endless sheet of sapphire, reflecting the blinding light above. Tiny, white-capped waves danced and sparkled like a million scattered diamonds. The huge flying creature staring curiosly at their ship before flying off with occasional squeak.
She guided to shiled to weaken a bit as light penetrated through, she shielded her eyes with a hand, her dark pupils struggling to adjust. The light seemed to penetrate even her closed eyelids, painting the inside of her vision a fiery orange. It was overwhelming, disorienting, and yet... undeniably captivating.
Her servants, who had followed her out, watched with a mixture of concern and relief. They had never seen their mistress react to anything with such visible emotion. One of them, a kind-faced woman named Lyra, approached cautiously. "My Lady," she said softly, "are you alright?"