Part IV

Part 4

The moon’s light softly caressed the surface of the famous Roche-aux-fées. This magic stone formation sings the legend of many worlds. A graceful hand as black as the abyss is resting on the edge of the rock, drinking from a legend.

“Yuna, the rebel fairy, becomes a force of light standing and in the palm of the hand of Ditratos, the White Mage. Their meeting is one of a kind, two souls linked by a bridge across eternity, across the multiverse.”

Suddenly, a telepathic link strikes like lightning crashing on a tree. There, stands a figure wearing a large black tunic, touched by a feline grace, it leaps backwards. The moonlight reveals a partially ebony black face, glaring at the Roche-aux-fées. This face is both divinely beautiful and disturbing, demonic. Anger quickly deforms the muscles of the Dark Elf’s face. His gaze is suddenly bathed in icy hatred and the tiny presence of grace is destroyed, to make way for a wild frenzy of terror to petrify any sensitive soul in it’s path.

All human resemblance vanishes in this place. The body of a goddess is retracted into a rough nightmare like creature, overflowing with an angry power. Only a small squeak escape behind the white teeth crowned by sensual lips. The black humanoid shouts in an ancient language, “I knew that the Roche-aux-fées held secrets.” The dark figure turns her head toward the formation of dolmens and closes her charcoal eyes slowly to with pride. “I didn’t cross the crust between my world and the moon for nothing. Now I know how these pests hide. They wander in the hope to escape their fates.” Slowly trembling with an angry restraint, the macabre figure raises her arm and closes fist on the lunar disc. “Go, run from world to world, the multiverse is not big enough for you to hide from me. The Black Widow watches now. The hunt is launched.”

An evil smile split her dark face. “I, Arachnéida, become a legend. I am the spider that weaves a different destiny, that of the Black Elf Queen, who will crush two small grains of light to let the large web covering the multiverse. I already savor the victory of darkness. See you soon, little pests!”

Suddenly, the dark elf seems to sink into the ground. Slowly, her entire body goes still and hidden under gravel, beneath the crust that separates the dark elves from the moonlight that caresses the ground of Gaia.