Note: This piece is probably the last that I will put up as PG-13 as it starts to pick up the speed and maturity level in the next chapters. Nevertheless this is a good chapter and I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter Five
Tossing and turning in her sleep, the nightmares reigned supreme once more. The events of thirty years ago relived countless times would be relived once more. She stood helpless as an observer unable to impart a change or turn away from the girl she once was all those days so long past. Beginning once again as it had a thousand times before, she could feel emotion and pain already overtaking her as she became a prisoner of her own memories.
Princess Adina Vel Sunia, 34th in line to Vale's Holy Throne, stood within the crystalline palace clutching her sacred weapon firmly in hand as she awaited the arrival of her father's murderer. Truly she was a hellish demon now, with eyes ablaze with fury and seething hatred. Uncut silver hair traversed over her back and down to her knees, the silver cape of Heaven's royalty. Wrapped tightly in her right hand, a blade to match her blue silk dress, a Damascus blade containing the very spirit of her rage.
Appearing from her bed chamber, a girl much like her, perpetually sixteen with the same royal blood as she. An elaborate silk robe wrapped itself around her body like a coiled snake around prey being helplessly crushed to death. A golden circlet parted her angelic hair, longer then she was tall and twice as wide with a series of elaborate ribbed supports and red ribbons, twenty six in all, one to mark each of her victories over her enemies.
Adina raised her sword, “Prepare yourself, Lyre.”
“Princess Adina,” the woman spoke with a siren's voice, more beautiful then any bard, “Dio. Bel. Remove her.”
Appearing in flashes of lightning and thunder, two guards came to their mistress's aide. Two handsome men, beautiful as Adonis himself, answered the call with pikes grasped firmly in hand. Powerful bare chests, rippling muscle created a sense of perverse perfection of male beauty understated by the circumstances of their summoning. Dio and Bel, the brothers were perplexed by the sight of Princess Adina raising her sword at them from across the hallway.
“What is the meaning of this! Princess, you bare your sword upon kin?” Dio gasped, trying to understand what created this situation.
Bel was the first to advance, towards Adina, “Please lock yourself in your chambers, we will handle this.”
The shimmering walls of quartz crystal, tinged pink and white suddenly shattered around Princess Adina, shards fell to the floor as she called upon divine strength from the depths of her being. Unnatural wind grabbed the fine particles of the dust, giving sudden shape to the terrifying aura of her rage. Encompassing an area of ten meters, this divine wind tore at the palace with countless lashes while protecting her within a cocoon of stillness free from everything outside the storm.
Lyre turned her back on Adina and disappeared in a flash, retreating back inside her bed chamber without sparing so much as a second glance to the murderous rage destroying her beautiful home. A few precious seconds would be spared by the brothers, but this sacrifice might mean the difference between life and death. No sooner had Lyre turned her back upon the two, did Adina's blood lust unleash itself in a flurry of close quarters combat.
Outmatched by Adina's superior skills and speed, Bel and Dio stood as one against her. Spears proudly out in front of them, no fear in their eyes. A blur of silver and blue launched itself down the hall and into their bodies. A single slash struck true, slicing through muscle and bone unhindered as it passed through them. Cleaved in half, their last breath went unheard as the blur of silver and blue burst into the bed chamber with barely a seconds' delay.
“Your as impatient as your father, you know that?” Lyre spoke as Adina crossed the threshold.
Luxury beyond compare filled Lyre's chambers, gold and silver overflowed upon itself in elaborate, gaudy displays of status. Every piece of furniture was of precious metals and crammed with flawless gemstones in a vain attempt to express beauty. In the center of the room was a giant's bed of silk and satin, a mass of comfort from which held no true form or was constrained by any sort of frame. Standing upon this mass was Lyre with a massive obsidian sword six feet long and wider then the girl's waist held in one hand against her back.
“How unlucky, your sword is the same as you,” Adina snickered, “Bloated, black and fragile as your soul.”
“Cowardly, to fight within my room. You really are a master of conditions,” Lyre took one last look at the painting of the starry sky which filled the ceiling and the diamonds which had shimmered overhead for so long, “You will live to regret this, don't do this Adina.”
“Why did you kill my father? Was it for Xers? Did you want to rule?”
“The clock is ticking, Adina. You can still escape if you hurry.”
“Very well,” Adina let loose the winds again, the bedchamber fracturing into rainbow fragments caught within a current of gold. Lyre, answering her, let loose everything she had at once, a tornado enveloped the room, destroying everything in the blink of an eye. The walls vanished into nothingness and the never-setting sun blinded them both with its uncontrollable intensity.
Forward into the blinding light, Adina's aura, a barrier formed from her being, collided with Lyre's the swirling winds repelling each other as they clashed. At last, the sheer power of Lyre's being reached Adina, ripping the silk dress from her body instantly and nearly wrenching the sword from her hand. Driven on by fury and murderous thoughts of revenge she approached striking distance and faced the obsidian sword. Lyre threw herself into Adina, the massive sword was a light as a feather to her unfathomable strength, swung out ready to cleave her foe in half.
In a shower of sparks, the sword shattered as it passed through Adina's barrier, darkness enveloped the two for a brief moment as Adina and Lyre passed through each other's barrier and into the void between. Lyre's hair fell down over her chest as the dress and ornamentation around her body broke up instantly. Plunging her sword through Lyre's abdomen, the battle was decided instantly, Lyre lowered her head and embraced Adina, “I'm sorry. It was a mistake, but you... you would never believe me even if I told you.”
“Lyre,” Adina took her hand off the sword and wrapped her arms around the dying girl, tears welling up in her eyes, “Why? Why didn't you tell me!”
“It's too late for that...” Lyre's hands lost their strength and the life drained from her face, “I am sorry. So sorry... I deserved this.”
The girl fell to her knees at Adina's feet and closed her eyes for the last time, a thin smile spread across her face, “I see him. He's waiting for me. Beyond the gates. Gekresolgol....”
Tears flowed down her cheeks, both within the relived nightmare and reality, staining her sheets with hot tears. Wentz stood over her, caressing the girl's cheek as she sobbed, unable to bring himself to awaken her, whispering the only lullaby he knew, “Calm. Calm, sweet child, for it is all a dream...”
“ADINA!” came the furious cry of the golden helmed Executioner as his body twisted in the air, swinging a forked spear in hand as he rocketed to Lyre's side. Shimmering mail of diamond reflected the sun's light with thousands of individual twinkles blurring into a single body light.
Pulling the sword from Lyre's body and clashing together in an explosion of fire, the palace floors finally buckled under the force of battle. Sword locked against the forked spear, the force of their interlocked blades was too much for the palace to bare and the they began to plummet towards the earth. Riding massive stone sections in free fall, the clouds engulfed the two in a sea of freezing white, frost clinging to her bare flesh.
With each swing of the spear, the skies split with the crash of thunder and a relentless series of lightning bolts cast wildly into the falling fragments of the palace and the bodies of Adina and the dead Lyre. Grasping onto the dead girl's arm in free fall, Adina protected her body with her own, the desire to have the body protected from further desecration.
“Go away!” screamed Adina into the raging wind, tears flowing out of her eyes so rapidly that her vision became clouded.
Falling through the clouds, the eternal sun had begun to set, dusk became twilight in seconds, and from there darkness, the first she had ever known engulfed her in its deathly embrace. The first pain of fear welled up inside of her and made itself known deep within her gut and as the shimmering figure of starlight drew ever closer, the pain intensified until it overflowed her.
Her rapid descent halted immediately as six wings of majestic light shot forth from her back, stained with her own blood, turning black as the night in the freezing air. Her silver eyes pooled with blood, becoming a dark crimson and her beautiful silver hair shed itself like a discarded garment. Seething with emotion, a terrorizing field encompassed everything within her sight. The edge of the world seemed within the reach of her fury. For a brief moment before the tempest drew in to a sustainable limit twenty kilometers wide. The golden helmed Executioner descent halted just as quickly as Adina had, the fragments of the palace continued earthward on an direct course into the black sea.
“Devil, I shall punish you for your crimes. No matter what you once were to us.”
“Aki? Aki! Is that you?”
“Vale's order must be carried out. You killed her by your own hand!”
“She was responsible for the death-”
“Don't you understand? It doesn't matter, only my orders matter. Forgive me, Adina.”
Adina clashed again with the masked man in mid-air, swinging her sword through his barrier, slashing viciously at the Aki's face. The sword broke in the tempest of his winds, the broken blade fell towards the sea below. She could feel the golden eyes of the goddess upon her as Aki raised his spear to finish her off. Closing her eyes, she felt the tip enter her neck and the rush of blood pour down her chest.
“Goodbye. Adina.”
The six black wings evaporated into nothingness as she began to descent towards the sea, losing consciousness and warmth as she bled during her descent. Blood droplets in the air became an artificial aurora, Lyre's soft voice calling out to her, “He comes for you. Do not die.”
Her ears grew deaf to the world and her grip on Lyre grew weak, even without her eyes open she could sense Aki traveling down towards the ground with her. Flames engulfed her body and darkness took her.
Awaking in in a cold sweat, she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out and dove her head into the boy's chest, sobbing uncontrollably. He stroked her hair and rest his head upon hers, “Let it out, sweet child. I'll be strong for you... nothing can hurt you now.”
Blood trickled down her neck from under the red ribbon...
I've got more overall comments than nitpicks here but I shall point out the little things first 
- as always, my comments are just suggestions so don't pay any attention if you think differently!
. A possible way of doing this would be to have her trying to tell her but Adina not listening as she is too caught up in her rage. They go from hating each other to holding each other crying really quickly, I think it would work better to slow down the stabbing and how their emotions change for one another.
I think their are some people on YWS who are specifically good a that sort of thing though if you did want to get it checked out.