Single for Eternity
Chapter 75: Biological Parent? Einar?

Chapter 75: Biological Parent? Einar?

Tauriel stared blankly at the translucent woman in front of her, mouth agape, her mind struggling to process the stranger’s words.

She slowly sat down against the gnarled base of the tree, the chill of the bark biting into her back and jolting her already-worn body. Her voice was faint but filled with doubt. "You’re just a figment of my imagination... Then why does everything hurt so much?"

Then she opened her mouth agape as if she knew the reason. "It must be because I’m dying. Its just a dying brats imagination."

The woman hovered closer, gently clasping her hands together, her translucent figure shimmering beneath the moonlight. "No, dear. I’m not your imagination. I’m real... Well, that might be subjective, depending on your definition of real."

Tauriel’s head snapped up, eyes sharp as daggers. "Then why lie? How could anyone be awakened from birth? My parents—my real parents—weren’t awakened."

She paused to catch her breath, voice rising with anger. "Maybe you’re just some sick creature feeding off my pain. You saw me broken and thought it’d be fun to play games."

Then she turned away, sobbing and weeping to herself.

The woman groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Oh please, do I look like some hideous parasite? Just look at me." She twirled mid-air, showing off her elegant, curvaceous figure and her ethereal sapphire gown. "I’m gorgeous."

Tauriel didn’t smile. "If you’re not lying, then explain how you know so much about me. Who are you? Why are you helping me?"

The spinning stopped. The woman’s expression shifted—distant, melancholic. "Because I’ve lost something, Tauriel. Something precious. And I don’t want someone else to repeat my mistake."

Tauriel lowered her gaze and mumbled. "Still why me?"

The woman groaned in frustration. "Do you hate it that much? Maybe I should just go away."

Tauriel immediately jolted awake, she clasped her hand together as if pleading. "No! No! Please help me. I’m a stupid child please guide me master."

"Then please don’t make me remember my past by asking such questions." The woman now looked pitiful in Tauriel’s eyes.

She softened for a moment. There was pity in her eyes. "I’m sorry... but it still doesn’t explain how I could be awakened from birth. My parents weren’t."

The woman’s lips curled into a sly smile. "Ah, that’s because... they weren’t your biological parents."

The words struck like thunder. Tauriel’s body stiffened, mind reeling. She stared in disbelief, trying to form words but failing.

Before she could fully react, the woman added, mischief in her voice, "You’re actually the bastard child of Einar Sanguis."

Tauriel nearly collapsed. Her eyes widened with disbelief. Einar Sanguis? The guy who looks like her age? Was this woman serious?

Thoughts raced. Who was her mother? She didn’t say anything about her? Was it her own mother? Her hands clenched, fingernails digging into her palms. Her jaw tightened and her lips bled as she bit down hard.

"Hello!!" the woman said quickly, waving her hands. "Don’t spiral! I was joking, alright? That last part was a joke."

SWOOSH.

A wooden shard flew from Tauriel’s hand, passing straight through the woman’s translucent body—and pierced into the ork’s eye. Yet the creature did not scream or even react. It remained kneeling, unmoving, lifeless.

Tauriel shivered and turned away, deeply unsettled. Her body was battered, head pounding, and yet something primal within her kept her conscious.

The woman gave a sheepish look and tugged at her own ear. "Sorry, okay? I was just getting back at you for calling me a creature. You’re not the only petty one here, you know."

Tauriel groaned, the pain in her head spiking again. Despite it all, a faint smirk tugged at her lips. ’She’s just as petty as me.’

The woman floated closer, gently running her fingers through Tauriel’s matted hair. "You should kill the ork and absorb his life force. It’ll heal your wounds. After that, you’ll need to choose your path... But right now, your survival comes first."

Tauriel gently pulled the hand away, locking eyes with the mysterious figure. "How exactly am I awakened? I need to understand."

The woman’s laughter was soft, genuine. "You really think a fragile little girl could survive brutal mine labor and still look like a porcelain doll?"

She pinched Tauriel’s cheek playfully. "Your beauty, your resilience—it’s all the result of the natural aether flowing within you. It strengthens your body, preserves your vitality. You’re not just stronger than most girls your age—you’re stronger than most grown men."

She floated higher, her gaze drifting to the starlit sky. "You are a child of the world, Tauriel."

Tauriel’s heart skipped a beat. That phrase—it stirred something inside her.

"What does that mean?" she asked quickly, not wanting the words to vanish.

"It means the world itself favors you," the woman explained, circling her like a watchful guardian. "You’re one of its chosen—blessed with its gift from the moment of birth. Your awakening is your birthright."

She paused, eyes glinting. "No one around you could tell because none of them were awakened. And the world doesn’t discriminate when choosing its favorites. It could be a noble’s child... or a miner’s daughter."

Tauriel scoffed. "Doesn’t discriminate? You just said favorite children. That is discrimination."

The woman’s smile darkened. "Do you hate that?"

Tauriel hesitated. Then, quietly, "No."

"Then shut up for a moment," the woman snapped, but not unkindly.

Silence stretched between them. Then Tauriel asked, "Is that why Einar invited me?"

The woman tilted her head, confused. "Einar invited you?"

Tauriel nodded slowly. "I thought you’d already know... but maybe you just came, that’s why you don’t know."

The woman’s posture straightened. She floated down, her oceanic eyes fixed on Tauriel. "Why did you think Einar invited you?"

Tauriel scratched the back of her neck. "Because he might be awakened too."

Her voice turned more serious. "I saw him fight a giant spider once. He was badly wounded—slashes deep into the muscle. But then... I watched his wounds stitch themselves shut. It wasn’t magic. It was his own body... healing."

The woman’s expression hardened for the first time since she arrived.

She didn’t smile. She didn’t joke. Her brows drew together and a frown etched across her face.

Tauriel could feel the atmosphere shift. Whatever game this woman had been playing was over.

Something about Einar Sanguis... had changed everything.

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