Myra looked up at her, her own confusion and curiosity raw and uncontrolled on her soft features . "Consider the Price Paid . " Myra replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper . As she spoke a soft smile curved the Reaper Goddess's lips . She leaned forward, placing her lips to the skin beside Myra's eyes . As she pulled back, a black raven seemed to be engraved onto the skin .
"Thank you, my child . " She smiled at Myra, before turning to walk to the Matriarch who was still trying to take in everything going on . There was so much concern and pure loss in her eyes . One grandchild on her deathbed, the other making deals with a Goddess that she hardly recognized . What exactly was life coming to? Her family… would there be anything left?
Advertisement"What… What do I call you?" Crystalsa asked honestly deciding to try and be polite as the Reaper Goddess turned to her .
"You may call me Reaper, Lady Matriarch . I did not intend to see you so soon, dear lady . You have lived a full life, but your time is not at its end . " The Goddess said soothingly as she came to stand before the tired elder . "Let us revitalize that flower . "
The Goddess allowed the air in the room to warm and shimmer . She closed her eyes and allowed herself to ground out . The air began to swirl and vibrate with the power in the room . The pool of blood seemed to swirl and slowly form into shapes as it floated up into the air again . Thin, delicate crimson feathers slowly swirled up to her outstretched hands . The Reaper opened her eyes, those silver pools suddenly glowing brightly .
The magic seemed to make the air thicken and as the family watched in curiosity as the blood slowly seemed to be caught by her power . Tendril like feathers formed and swirled up into the air as if being teased up into the air . The Matriarch watched the tendrils with sadness in her heart, it was hard to believe that blood once coursed through her grandchild's veins . The crimson feathers drifted closer, and the petals of flower reached toward drifting feathers, as if they were aware of what those feathers were created of .
The matriarch lifted her hands to gently caress the white petals, tainted yellow at the wilted edges . They seemed to move under her fingers as The Reaper Goddess waved her hand at her chest so the little feathers seemed to obey her motions . As the blood touched the velvet petals the flower closed tightly, as though it had never bloomed at all . LIght seemed to seep from the center, purifying the petals and bringing back their life . The yellowed edges slowly turned white and pure as the first moment the blossom had been embedded in her chest .
Cyrstalsa's eyes closed as she took in a deep breath… her lungs filling with the power enriched air . There was a rush through her system as her boy responded along side the flower . Her elegance returned, the graying hair turned white, streaked with the pale colors of the sky lights . The Matriarch's body suddenly seemed as though it had been restored to her true form, no longer drained by the flower that had been drinking her essence . As her body was restored, a beautiful woman of 104 years but the body of a 50 year old sat in the Matriarch's place . The flower bloomed again, petals white and edged with the thinnest line of crimson .
Bryson watched in shock, his hand reaching out to gently touch his mother's arm, concern in his eyes as Crystalsa's eyes opened again . Her eyes a bit dazed and but there was life in her again, not the exhaustion he had become so accustomed to seeing . "Mother?" He whispered .
Her smile was electrifying . "My son . . " She whispered softly as she reached out and touched his cheek .
"Grandmother?" Myra asked as she came to kneel beside her grandmother, accidentally reminding her of Kyera who had sat similarly days before .
"I am well, Myra . Much better than I have been in a long time, but Kyera… Is she?" Crystalsa asked as she rose from her seat and turned to face her bed where Kyera lay, covered in a blanket . The Reaper Goddess had already taken her place beside her niece again, as if she had not just given life back to the Matriarch .
Chapter end
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