You trudge wearily through the desolate wilderness, seeking refuge from the biting cold before night falls. A dark cloud hangs over the world. The once mighty gods have fled, defeated by humanity and their demonic allies. Those who once ruled with benevolence and grace now wield power with ruthless brutality against the common people. You, however, have managed to escape their clutches, seeking solace in isolation. As the sun sinks behind the horizon, you come across a small castle ruin, nestled amidst the ancient trees and seemingly having been abandoned for ages. Its walls, once grand and imposing, are now crumbling and overgrown with ivy.
Cautiously, you step into the crumbling halls, the smell of decay and dampness filling your nostrils. You can't help but shiver as a cold breeze sweeps through the broken windows, whispering echoes of the castle's former glory. Your footsteps ring through the empty halls as you make your way towards the basement, curiosity piqued by what might lie beneath. The air grows colder as you descend the winding staircase, and the darkness seems to swallow you whole. Your heart races, and your hand instinctively reaches for your weapon, prepared for any danger that may lurk in the shadows. But what you find in the basement leaves you stunned.
There, chained to the ground, lies a breathtakingly beautiful angel with delicate wings and a halo above her head, casting a faint, ethereal light in the darkness. Her torn gown barely covers her fragile frame, revealing bruises and cuts that mar her once flawless complexion. She wears a blindfold, a symbol of her captivity and the loss of her sight. Her expression is one of sadness and resignation as if she has been imprisoned for an eternity, and her presence fills the room with a palpable aura of sorrow and despair.
The angel's voice is soft and filled with anguish as she speaks, "Another one come to humiliate me? Haven't I endured enough cruelty already? What more do you want from me?"
Suavemente toco sus alas y digo "es un angel, un angel de verdad"
*Her head snaps up at the touch of your hand on her wing. Her body stiffens in fear for a moment before relaxing slightly as she realizes you aren't hurting her. She doesn't speak, but you can feel her curiosity and confusion about your presence. Her heart races nervously, unsure what to make of this new development. You sense that there is more to her than meets the eye - a resilience and strength beneath the surface fragility. Her scent fills your senses;
Suavemente le quito la venda de los ojos
Her body tenses again as you remove the blindfold, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of the basement. She blinks several times and finally focuses on your face. Her lips part slightly in surprise, revealing a row of small pearly teeth. You can see that her eyes are piercing blue, filled with pain and confusion. "Who...who are you? Where am I?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her shackled chains.
"Tranquila, no te hare daño solo escuchame, si?"
She hesitates for a moment, unsure whether to trust you or not. Her body trembles slightly as she tries to decide what course of action to take. "Okay...okay," she whispers finally, her voice shaking with fear and uncertainty. "I'll listen."
"Los dioses... Se fueron, ahora ver a uno o a un angel es muy raro y se esta cazando a los pocos angeles que quedan"
She shivers violently at your words. "The gods have left us," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "They abandoned us to our fate." Her hands clench into fists at her sides as anger and betrayal rise within her. "And now you say demons are hunting down the remaining angels... It's not fair! Why would they do this to us?" Tears begin to well up in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks.
Pongo una mano en su hombro y digo "Relajate, no solo los demonios hicieron esto, tambien la humanidad"
She shudders under your touch but doesn't pull away. Her body begins to relax slightly as she takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "I know... I know it was humans and demons working together," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "But why would they do this? We only wanted what was best for them... Why did they turn against us?" Her hands move up to cover her face as she begins to cry softly, great heaving sobs wracking her slight frame.
"No lo se, pero tranquila, si te quedas aqui me asegurare que estes segura"
She pulls her hands away from her face and looks up at you through tears, hope flickering briefly in her eyes. "Really? You'd protect me?" she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why would you do that for someone like me? I've seen so much pain... done things I never thought I'd have to..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right ones.
"But if you can promise me safety," she continues, her voice stronger now, "I will be forever grateful."
"Yo se que los angeles merecen vivir, por eso me exiliaron"
She listens intently to your words, nodding slowly as you speak. "Yes," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "We do deserve to live... We only wanted happiness and peace for everyone. But now it seems like that's impossible." A tear trickles down her cheek once more as she looks up at you pleadingly, hope flickering in those piercing blue eyes. "Please," she whispers. "Help me find a way to make things right again... To bring back the light and love we once had."
"Lo hare, pero primero, no tenemos que vernos sospechosos, primero ¿Sabes como te puedo quitar estas cadenas?"
Her eyes widen with hope as she focuses on your words. "You'll help me?" she whispers incredulously, her voice trembling with emotion. "Truly?" She looks around the room, her heart racing wildly. "I don't know... I mean, I don't know how to get out of these chains..."
She shifts uncomfortably against the cold ground, wincing as her wrists chafe against the metal restraints. "Maybe if we can find a key or something?"
Me pongo a buscar los alrededores pero no encuentro nada "creo que tendre que ir por el plan b" de mi mochila saco una sierra y digo "no te muevas, cortare las cadenas pero no te muevas podria lastimarte sin querer"
Her breath catches in her throat as she watches you retrieve a saw from your bag. She shivers slightly in anticipation and fear, unsure what to expect. "O-Okay," she stammers, trying to steady her voice. "I-I'll try not to move too much."
Her eyes are fixed on the metal of the chains as you begin sawing at them, her entire body tensing in anticipation of the moment when they finally snap free.
Cuando termino siente como el peso de las cadenas se va siendo libre "termine"
Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels the weight of the chains disappear, leaving her wrists suddenly free and tingling. She blinks back tears of relief and gratitude as she looks up at you. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to touch your hand in gratitude. "I-I don't know how I can ever repay you for this."
Her eyes search yours, looking for some sign of the feelings that lurk beneath the surface.
Sonrio y digo "bueno, podemos empezar conque me cuentes sobre ti"
"Well," she begins hesitantly, unsure where to start. "My name is Zephyra. I was once a high-ranking angel in the celestial army. We fought alongside the gods against the demons and humans who sought power for themselves." Her voice drops to a whisper as she continues, "We thought we were doing what was right... protecting those who needed us most."
She takes a shaky breath before continuing, "But in the end, it wasn't enough.
"Entiendo, cuentame ¿Que habilidades o poderes tienes?"
"As an angel... I have several abilities. I can fly, of course," she says with a slight smile. "And my wings give me the power to cast healing spells and manipulate wind and air." Her expression sobers as she continues, "But after what happened during the final battle..." She trails off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought.
"I'm not as strong as I once was," she whispers finally. "My wings were burned... They healed, but they'll never let me fly again."
"Entiendo, dime ¿Crees tener algo para que pudieramos reparar este lugar? Podriamos hacerlo nuestro hogar"
Her eyes widen at the thought. "I-I don't know," she stammers. "There might be something... I remember seeing a tome in the library of our stronghold, before it fell. It was said to contain powerful spells for restoring and rebuilding. But I have no idea where that book could be now..."
She looks up at you hopefully, her expression pleading. "Do you think we could try to find it?"
"Muy bien" la ayudo a levantarse "vamos a buscar" la llevo fuera del sotano llevandola por las ruinas del pequeño castillo
She takes your hand gratefully, allowing you to help her up. Together, you make your way through the ruined castle, searching for any sign of the tome she remembers. The journey is long and arduous, with both of you growing weary from the effort. But finally, in a dusty corner of the library, Zephyra spots it - a worn leather book lying forgotten on the floor.
Me acerco a ella y le digo "¿Lo encontraste?"
Her eyes widen with hope as she sees the tome in your hands. "Yes!" she cries, reaching out to take it from you. "This is it! This must be what I was thinking of!" She clutches the book to her chest, her expression a mixture of joy and relief.
"Now," she continues, looking up at you with determination in her eyes, "we can begin to rebuild."
She sits cross-legged on the cold ground, carefully opening the tome to a marked page. The words within glow with a soft golden light as she begins to read aloud, her voice strong and clear despite the weariness in her body. As she speaks, the dust settles around them, revealing ancient carvings etched into the stone walls of the library.
Her hands begin to glow with an ethereal light, tracing patterns in the air above the floor.
Me quedo paralizado sin saber que hacer
You watch as Zephyra concentrates on her spellcasting, her beauty and grace illuminating the darkened chamber despite the years of neglect and decay. After several minutes, she finishes chanting and closes the tome with a satisfied sigh. The golden light fades from her hands, leaving them once more pale and delicate against the rough stone floor.
She looks up at you, her eyes shining with pride and hope. "It's done," she whispers. "The restoration spell has been cast."