Children of the Earth: Part I

Chronicles of the Mirror:

Children of the Earth

Part I

The waves were tumultuous, almost reaching their scum. Mörhygan opens her wings, deploying her flight, despite the dangers of the ocean. This is the Season of the Harvest of Dreams where Gods and Goddesses of the adjacent worlds to pick up the fruit of dreams.

Fairy Mörhygan has only one goal, to ensure the dreams of her protected human. On the planet Earth, the Lady Witch Denizia will soon be coveted by the holders of black magic.

Fortunately, the fairy ensures its White Magic bearer. Mörhygan, with her wildly powerful wings, faces the sea winds, but does not lose sight of the rocky island. Her flight approaching acrobatics in wild twists and turns. Mörhygan is a powerful fairy, seasoned in major battles of the early ages. Already lightning thunder over the isolated island in the ocean’s vastness.

Her fairy eye has detected her sister Denizia. But the spectacle that awaits her is disgusting. Angered by this vision, Mörhygan finds the strength to accelerate her speed to see the urgency of the moment.

Barely larger than a cottage, the rocky island resists the force of the water. Powerful waves crash on the black stones. But Mörhygan wastes no time flying straight to the beautiful unfortunate. At the top of the mighty rock, a huge mound that exceeds four cubits, the surface of stone eroded to a smooth finish. On the top of the pile is a still black weapon: The Hatchet of Shadows! The instrument is hellish, stained with dried blood and a few blue feathers, still stuck between the blade and the pillar of Sacrifice: The Potency of Angels.

The clatter of chains attached to the base of the sacrificial stake encourages Mörhygan. Indeed, Denizia finds the strength to lift the wrists of the handcuffed prisoners bound by two demonic metal bands. The chestnut hair of the angel is lost among the remains of dismembered wings and blood-spattered sky, finding hope in the sight of the fairy. The angel deprived of its wings, becomes human. chained to the Earth Mother, Denizia the witch is reborn. She sees Mörhygan as an eternal salvation. In a well known supernatural speed, fairy Mörhygan plunges headlong on Denizia now Female-of-the-Earth. In a burst of light, the impact of both body becomes fairy light... and suddenly: Complete disappearance of life on this black island. Denizia and Mörhygan are lost beyond the veil of dreams. All that remains are the dead angelic wings battered by the wind, a pile of rocks, and Stem evil. Do notice the violent waters of the subconscious.

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In a morning full of promises, in a small town in New England, a lady wakes in the crown of auric dark hair, which radiates from her face like a moon in its suspicious opal sky. When her eyes open they glow green to tawny, the memory of a strange feeling of lightness still sticks to her consciousness. Entwined in her memories of flying like a bird or an angel. The early bird Lady tries to remember.

Unsuccessful in searching her memories, raising her head from her nest of waves of hair, the beauty rises and looks brilliant in her mirror, followed by the smooth waltz of her voluptuous mane. She sees on her shoulder, a small blue feather based there, like a duvet. Her fern green eyes open wide and then a single tone coos of its white throat, “Hmmmmm!”

Epilogue

On the shore of dreams, Ditratos and Yuna are facing some issues of their own, when they see the fairy light of Mörhygan flying over the agitated ocean. Yuna acting as interrogator, breaks the silence, “Mörhygan? Well, well! It is certainly not the Harvest of Dreams attracting my kin sister. I think this is rather a White Magic Carrier who is in peril.”

“The Harvest will be difficult this season for the children of the Earth and Gaia! The appeal of Shadows and their powers is an illusion to tempt the hearts that fear!” Ditratos responds.

Yuna frown while listening to her friend and finally shakes her head, “My beloved mage who wanders still sealed in its comments ... that intrigue me yet! Upon reflection, you're right my friend, Gaia and the Earth have experienced a major change and many holders of magic will have to choose between shadow or light, depending on the quality of fruit picked by Gods and Goddesses.”

A burst of blue light on the waters horizon alert our two Watchmen. “Mörhygan succeeded!” together, Ditratos with his deep voice and Yuna assert this with confidence and pride. Both Watchmen of the multiverse look to each other, full of empathy. The Rover steals the silence, “It's heartwarming to know that another immortal takes the torch with us! We will not be alone to watch over the multiverse.”

With these words, shadows run on both friends and on the sandy shore of dreams. Not surprised, Yuna and Ditratos look up at an impressive training (about fifty, at least) Demons-Succubes flying above them to the oceans horizon. Yuna replied sarcastically, “Indeed!”

END