Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 239: A mother’s love

Sage’s eyes flew open to meet her husband’s beseeching, blue-slit ones. She opened her lips to speak. "You..."

"What in the world are you trying to accomplish? Drown yourself in a sea of blood to break the curse of this unfortunate realm? Do you want to kill me?" Cyrus dived right in.

Sage pressed her lips together, oblivious to the searing pain radiating from her back. "Well, within the next few hours, you are going to kill me."

Cyrus heaved a breath. "Of course..." And he walked closer, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his fingers against her wounds.

She winced.

"Shh. I will heal it." He whispered softly. He could definitely feel the pain!

His fingers took on a sapphire glow that spread over her wounds, closing them and leaving the rubbings and stains of blood behind.

"We should return." He whispered.

"No." Sage promptly refused.

Cyrus shut his eyes and embraced her tightly. He had expected that response, but he had not anticipated how much it would hurt him.

Sage sensed this. She felt so guilty. But it was something she had to do.

"Cyrus, please... Encourage me and have faith in me for this." She whispered, burying her face against his chest and returning his embrace. "Please."

Cyrus’s eyes flew open and narrowed as he saw the sea’s dried path in front of him. He saw a familiar face. The wing mage. Genevieve.

She had on an elegant outfit, her emerald eyes sparkling and her smile serene, as if she were reassuring him that everything would be okay.

Cyrus shut his eyes once more. "I have faith in you."

Sage smiled. She sniffed, inhaling his scent as she relaxed into his passionate embrace. "I love you so much."

Cyrus smiled. "You have my undying love." And he let her go, cupping her face.

Sage’s eyes closed automatically and opened with a smile as Cyrus released her.

He vanished without a word, but she fixed her gaze on the other side to see him reappear alongside Katherine, River, and Arthur.

She took a deep breath and turned to the right, closing her eyes. The waves crashed down without a pause, swallowing her completely.

All she felt was a powerful pressure. She felt no moisture, and in a matter of seconds, all she felt was warmth. A strange, warm wind swirling around her body.

"Sage?" That voice was back.

"Mother!" Sage called excitedly, opening her eyes to find herself in a field of colorful flowers she had never seen before!

"Huh?!" She looked up to see the clear sky with the bright, shining sun in bloom.

"Sage?" Sage’s gaze was drawn to the source when the voice repeated itself.

It was her mother standing in front of her, looking as young and beautiful as she did in her memories.

Tears gathered in her eyes. "Are you an illusion? Am I dying?"

Genevieve laughed. "My sweet Sage." And she hugged her daughter, closing her eyes.

Sage was taken aback that she felt so real! Nonetheless, she found herself returning the hug passionately.

"What is happening? Is this what lies beneath the sea of blood?" She asked softly, pulling away from her mother’s embrace.

Genevieve smiled at her, slowly patting her head. "Take a look."

Sage’s gaze widened at her mother. But she shifted her gaze to take in the strange surroundings.

Lovely vivid flowers, verdant foliage, a crisp, blue sky, soaring birds, tiny creatures concealed in the trees, butterflies fluttering among the flowers, a balmy breeze...

"The cursed mages. These were mages who began to rebel against nature out of a lust for power." Genevieve started, bringing her back to Sage’s notice.

"Natural order? Is this something created by the hypocritical gods? They created the Statkus Mages, Mother." Sage frowned.

"Back then, Ioas, the head of the fire mages, and Aleara, the queen of the ice dragons, were in love. A forbidden love."

Sage remembered the Ioas flare and Aleara’s snowflake...

"Aleara was betrothed to another. Ioas, on the other hand, was undeterred in his desire for her. The mages decided to take advantage of their newfound strength to defeat him. With that, they eliminated all of the fire mages. However, when they realized they could not compete with Ioas, they sought more power."

Sage was stunned.

Genevieve continued. "As things escalated to the point of harming innocents, both mages and ice dragons, he chose to save them by relocating them to Credia. He imprisoned the cursed mages, allowing the fire and ice gods to curse them before cursing our realm, Querencia, resulting in what you now know as the land of the sea of blood."

Sage swallowed, taking in the history with stiffness. "And how do I lift the spell?"

Genevieve sighed, her smile fading. "The first time I summoned you here was to meet your grandfather. The second time, it was not me. It was a cursed spirit of our bloodline."

Sage swallowed forcefully. "The spirit that impersonated your voice."

It was the cursed mages who had attacked her in such disgusting ways!

She shrugged with disgust. And this place... was what Lucian meant by truth. Meeting her mother and learning about the past.

Genevieve sighed deeply, cupping her daughter’s face. "My lovely Sage. I promise you that I did not want this life for you. I chose to protect you. I thought I did the right thing by putting your father to sleep!" Tears flowed slowly from her eyes. "I.."

"Mother." Sage stepped in, placing her hands on Genevieve’s with a big smile on her face. "You did what you thought was right, and you have protected me so far."

Genevieve smiled. She had failed as a mother, but her daughter was right here with her.

"Awaken your father." She whispered, pulling her hands away.

Sage’s eyes widened. "My father?"

Genevieve nodded. "Your brother. His dark heart cannot be cured."

Sage’s eyes stung with tears. "I am guessing you do not know how to help Cyrus either."

Genevieve forced a smile. "I wish I knew, Sage. I wish. The only thing I can do now is assist you in lifting the curse."

Sage nodded, trembling. "Will you leave... After this?"

Genevieve gave a painful smile in response to her question. "Yes, I will."

Sage felt her heart constrict despite knowing the answer was coming. "Is there a better afterlife for mages like you?"

"Yes. Yes there is." Genevieve wiped the tears that flowed down her cheeks.

Sage closed her eyes at her mother’s touch. She did not know what else to say at that point. She was here for a reason, but she did not expect to meet her mother.

"It is time, dear Sage." Suddenly, a voice that she recognised a little bit echoed behind her.

"Wh.. what?"

Genevieve flashed a smile. "Ioas, you are here."