Maiden of Mysticism, Part 4 (Finale) - "Song of the Maiden of Mysticism"

Vigðorul and Jölfor road out to the western hills on the Edge of Tuin, and beyond them lied Dunnâm-Grod. “I shall go no further than this. The rest is up to you,” Vigðorul told Jölfor. “Good luck.” He road his pony back east to the village. Jölfor road to the fortress and past it’s decrepit iron gates. He entered the dark and ruined tower (which he believed to be the most likely place for the sorcerer to be, as all of the fairy tales would have you believe). He looked into the ruined hall before the spiral stairway to the top.

Narvyri awoke, her face lying on the cold, metal floor of a cage. She opened her an eye to see the sorcerer working away at his table with whatever alchemy ingredients he had. She quietly got up, and went to the door of the cage. She tried to produce a some sort of ice to freeze the lock and break it open, but it was to no avail. Her magic would not work.
“Don’t try anything foolish, girl,” said the sorcerer in a harsh tone. “That’s a dead-magic cage. You won’t be escaping that easily.”
“My love, Jölfor, will come here to save me,” Narvyri remarked.
“He would be a fool if he did,” said the sorcerer. “I saw no sign of anyone following us when I brought you here. And if he did come for you, he either would have been killed by something in the wild or (if he managed to get here), I would did the same to him as I did to that cursed Naiad who got in my way.”
“You beast,” Narvyri exclaimed. “If I was out of this cage, I would turn your flesh inside out!”
“Save your energy,” he told her. “I’ll have to study you and your magic as soon as I am finished with something.” Narvyri was full of sorrow and despair. This man shall torture me and perhaps kill me, she thought. She sat in anguish, wishing to be with her love again. So then, thinking of Jölfor, she began to sing:

In eastern lands, o’er hill and stream
In restful countryside
The wind and sky are like a dream
And grassy plains are wide.

My home ‘tis where my heart belongs
And there I yearn to be.
There I shall singeth many songs
With my love next to me.

I loved a valiant warrior
Whose words were fair and kind.
He vowed to be my protector
For now and all of time.

Oh, Jölfor! My heart’s desire!
I wish to be set free
And go back to our eastern shire
Where I shall live with thee.

It was a beautiful song, more beautiful than anything that had come into such a dark and gloomy place. Zhethgeit sat and listened to Narvyri’s song, and the raging storm in his heart became a calm sky. Never did he know there was such fairness in the world. He had never loved anyone the way Narvyri loved Jölfor. And from the halls of the fortress, her song echoed, and Jölfor followed it to the top of the tower. Zhethgeit heard his footsteps, and the darkness inside him took control once again. He prepared for Jölfor, and began to charge a lighting bolt in his hand.
“Jölfor, be careful!” Narvyri yelled. Jölfor came up to the top step with his shield protecting him. Zhethgeit threw the lightning bolt at Jölfor, but his shield deflected it. It bounced off, and nearly took off Zhethgeit’s cap (yes, he was wearing a pointed hat like the wizards in children’s stories do). It hit the door of Narvyri’s cage, and by some miracle, it was blasted open! Narvyri took this chance, and as Zhethgeit prepared to throw another lighting bolt, she froze his arm in a coat of ice. Jölfor jumped and slashed his sword at the sorcerer’s arm, breaking the ice. Zhethgeit fell back and grabbed his arm as if it were going to fall off (and it probably would have). He was surrounded by the two with the tower window behind him. With no other escape, he jumped off the edge. Jölfor ran to the edge and looked down as Zhethgeit was falling. He began to slow down, and was almost floating. He fell to the ground like a feather from a bird, and ran off past the iron gates of the fortress and into the wild.
“He’s gone,” Jölfor said as he turned around, but was stopped in his tracks by Narvyri, who ran up to him to hug him and kiss his cheek.
“Jölfor, my love,” said Narvyri. “I have waited for you to save me from this dreadful place.”
“And I have travelled for many days to come and save you,” said Jölfor.
“I wish to go home with you, back to Easthill,” she said.
“I also wish to go there with you, and I wish for us to be wed. I never wish to be with you until death and then forever after,” Jölfor told her.
“I would very much want that,” she said, and kissed him. They left the fortress, and made way back to their town in the east.