So here we go with the next chapter. Thanks to those who gave me feedback. I hope you like this next chapter as well. Have fun!
Rikahn and Yoral stared as the woman drew closer to them. Not only were they captivated by the fact that she was walking on top of the water but also of how beautiful she was. She was easily one of the most, or if not the most gorgeous women that they had ever seen.
The woman's facial features were that of someone in their early thirties, but her skin was as soft and smooth as that of one that had barely reached womanhood. Her silver hair spread wide as her shoulders and fell to the bends of her knees, straight and soft as silk. Her eyes were silver color as well, and when she looked at you it was a gentle look but also a penetrating one as well. It was as if she were looking into you soul.
The woman wore a skirt made of a silver silk with a few slits cut into various areas revealing the long legs underneath. Not that they were needed much for it was a little sheer and you barely see the skin underneath. She wore nothing over her chest except for a scarf over her shoulders, which she had wrapped around her crossed arms and draped over her bountiful breasts. Her huma looking ears were pierced with diamonds that dangled from small gold chains.
"Do not be afraid my children," the woman said. "I am the one who invited you here. You have nothing to fear from me."
The woman was on the edge of the shore now holding still and letting them look at her. The two lovers noticed something that they had missed earlier. Around the woman's neck was a silver necklace. Dangling from the end was a pair cylinder crystals swirling together. One was white and the other was black. They both felt as though they had seen it before.
"By the...!" Yoral exclaimed as she dropped the blanket and started to shift. She kneeled and bowed her head and brought up her hands in a prayer gesture. "My lady Mithriosa!"
Riakahn did a double take before folling suit, kneeling, bowing his head and placing his right hand over his left bicep. He realized that's where he saw the symbol. In Mithriosa's temples and cities, as well as the back of Yoral's cloak. It was the symbol of the creator goddesses.
"Do not be so formal with me children," they heard the goddess say. "Raise your heads so that you may look at me."
They did so seeing now that she stood only a few feet away. She smiled as they looked at her. She gave off a powerful aura of beauty, peace, and love that they would be able to feel from miles away.
"Mithriosa, we are honored by your visit tonight," Yoral said. She suddenly remembered that she was naked and drew the blanket back up around her body. "Thank you for inviting us to this holy place."
"You are quite welcome child, and no need to be so modest around me," the goddess replied to the elf. She looked at Rikahn who still sat amazed at who he was looking at. "Are you surprised at my visit Rikahn?"
Not at all my lady," Rikahn said sarcastically. "I am visited by beautiful, half naked goddesses who walk on water all the time."
Rikahn bit his lip, whishing he hadn't just said that. Yoral rolled her eyes in disgust. To both of their surprise Mithriosa let out a small giggle.
"Rikahn, you are a funny man," Mithriosa said. "You are also a very brave man. To risk your life to save someone your barely know is one of the bravest deeds. I would call upon that bravery and ask of you a favor."
This caught the huma by surprise. The goddess was asking for his help? What could he possibly do for her? Whatever it was though, of course he would try to help.
"My lady, please sit and tell me how I can help you," Rikahn motioned at the other half of the blanket.
Mithriosa nodded and moved to the offered area to sit. The lovers scooted together until she was situated and comfortable. She smiled at them again before speaking.
"Before I start, what do you know of mine and my sister's daughters?" Mithriosa asked.
"Your daughters?" He repeated. "Not much I'm afraid."
"You each have two," Yoral spoke. "One for each of the four elements. Each is in charge of keeping their element in balance with the others."
"That is correct Yoral," the goddess smiled more. "They are known to the races as the elemental mistresses. Rochelare of earth, Allehorrah of wind, Flandra of fire, and Aqualina of water."
Mithriosa's smile fadded and turned into a frown. A small tear ran down her cheek. Rikahn and Yoral were shocked. The goddess of love and peace was crying. Something in the world must be terribly wrong for this to be happening.
"Our daughters are in danger," she spoke after wiping her tears away.
"What?" Yoral's eyes opened wide. "But how? From what?"
"The Morhoron Empire," the name stabbed into Rikahn's and Yoral's hearts like a knife. "I don't know how they have done it, but they have somehow stolen our daughter's powers."
"No... it can't be," Yoral was in shock.
"The king of the Morhoron is a man by the name of Cord. He is a dark warrior of great power. He is the leader but not the one who is responsible for it. It is his queen, Mallorah. A worshiper of demons, she is a master of dark magic. Somehow they trapped my daughters and they are siphoning their powers from them. Everyday the misuse these abilities the world becomes more unbalanced. If it continues much longer the world will be torn apart.
"As you may know, I and my sister have forbid ourselves from interfering with mortals. We can not use our powers against them. We can only protect them. Otherwise we would have put a stop to this ourselves."
The Morhoron Empire was just another kingdom till a few years ago. That was until it started invading its neighboring lands. The armies were massive, numbering in the millions. No one knew how they amassed such a great army in such a very short time.
