Burning Soul - Chapter 139

Meanwhile,

Theodore and Nuae finally woke up!

Fresh windy cool and crispy air started whistling like an invisible ghost. They felt the cool breeze touching their skin. The Artistic golden sun had just got up like a baby and started pointing the dark black sky into a bright blue sky. The bright looking milky clouds got up from sleep and started travelling around the sky visiting the wonderful environment. The red and green in colour birds with Chilli beak started tweeting their morning melody. The huge trees swung in the wind and green-brown beautiful countless leaves whispered to each other about their morning plans.

‘I slept throughout the night!’ Theo shook his head.

For a few moments, Theo kept lying on the ground having a little bit of grass that was not thorny. He was not able to understand where he exactly was? He slowly moved his neck from left to right and saw Nuae lying next to him. The presence of Nuae made him feel relaxed. He closed his eyes and stretched his body and then got up slowly, he nudged his face with his hands. After relaxing for a few seconds he crawled up next to Nuae and with his slow, tender voice called out his name and moved his body a little bit with his hands. When Nuae opened his eyes and blinked a little bit, he gave him support and made him sit up straight.

“Where are we?” Nuae was confused, they were going to many places today for sure.

” I don’t know but the place seems familiar to me”.

They both got up and dusted their outfits. They were happy seeing that they escaped from the dirty, vicious cell and its impure atmosphere and wondered about the area. They were able to see a town square but still were not sure where they were. Suddenly a white, elegant looking building came to their notice. It exactly looked like Yvaine’s Cathedral. But from the side view, it was not possible to figure out the place. So they decided to march towards it. When they saw the building from the front, they were so happy that it was the same place where they visited earlier.

“The Cathedral”, Nuae enchanted his eyebrows and his eyes were wide open and he took a deep breath; there was a kind of relaxed feeling in his voice.

Looking at the surrounding Theo felt so saddened. Dimitri had taken them away from where Duvrion and Arlo were fighting.

“What’s all the ruckus?” Theo was confused, he had too much to process and couldn’t keep up with all the sudden things happening.

“I fear it’s the Invaders!” Catherine who went in search of water came close to them replying.

“Even the Cathedral is sealed off!

Lord Dimitri set off earlier to deal with the chaos. It looks like they used our activities to set up a trap and ambushed at the right time.

Not to mention, Arlo is here!” Her voice carried a hint of sadness and burning anger. She clenched her fist tightly and ground her teeth in anger. Her inability to lend help in dire times was eminently visible.

“Arlo! That kid’s brother?

What the hell is wrong with him, not that I’ve seen him in person but!

Who hunts down his own sister?”

Nuae hadn’t been there last time when Arlo struck!

“We should go help!” Theo took a stance and looked in the direction of chaos.

“Never mind, Duvrion is there to handle it, we are no match!” Catherine replied, her reply sounded heavy,

“Why is that!” Theo looked at her in disbelief

“They are all way too strong!

We are mere mortals, we can’t be like them! Forget it!” She replied with tears in her eyes, she clearly didn’t want to admit but it was a fact.

The one’s that were fighting, they all were legends they ever heard of! Their opponents were of the same level, no way a mere human could apprehend their strength.

“Take a look around you! Do you think we can deal with it?” As she said so, a glimpse of the surrounding was enough to shatter his confidence!

He had seen the bright side where the sun shone upon the land and made it tranquil, the other side where the Chaos was unfolding, the surround was filled with pain and suffering.

The people were running away from the centre frantically, buildings were set on fire and the pure strength of both Duvrion and Arlo was shattering their surroundings like glass.

There were not only injured lying on the ground unable to move on their own but there were some dead as well. It was not that only Arlo had arrived, he was there with a small army of nights of the Chronicles. Anything that came in their path, they brutally crushed it.

From where they were, they could see a straight long road heading to the palace, a road filled with pain and suffering, people who could run, had fleed. Leaving dead and injured behind.

A race known for their strength was rendered into chaos just like that!

His eyes widened when he saw something even griever. A child was crying next to her mother, on that very same road. From the looks, it looked like she died protecting her child. He remembered the massacre Merida talked about. The agony she must have felt, the anger; he understood all of it at that moment.

“Why is this all happening?” He snapped,

His voice became deeper and his face turned gloomy.

“Didn’t I train harder to keep up, then why am I weak again?

Why am I being protected instead of protecting?”

Bitterness filled his mouth, a wave of nausea hit him, he cringed inwardly, humiliation overcame him, pain gripped his chest, his mood plummeted, his body felt leaden and his face had crunched expressions. His eyes became deep and wet with many sad thoughts which raised in his head.

Hearing him Nuae replied with a low tone,

“Don’t feel miserable yet.

Even I hate to admit it but those are almost gods who are fighting, we don’t stand a chance!”

“We don’t!” his face sank. His expressions went numb and his eyes were widened.

The surroundings became a bit gloomy, he was not happy about the fact and that was visible.

“Why not just kill them all”