Children of The Earth:
Part III
Part 2 of 3
Finally, under the lunar harmonies, the bird mask against her chest, Denizia imparts a tender look to Sky, being ready for the Rebirth.
On a lighter step, barefoot, in communion with her sister-forest, she crossed the distance that separates her from its liberation.
The Ancestral Glade embraces her with its bats that leave the standing stones area. These stones have forgotten themselves in sylvan vegetation, just to hide the Celtic heritage from the Bitumens eater of the modem times. New England is the cradle of an empire, indeed, but also the cornerstone of the revival of the telluric arcane, leading toward future, our children, children of the Goddess.
Denizia’s wild gaze is lulled by the hundreds of years that connect her to these Celtic Ancestors, guardians of universal wisdom on this side of the Earth. Which is why she climbs the sacred stones and anchors herself at the top. At the same time, the worlds of the multiverse are gathering at her feet! First, Morhygan, always invisible, remains the guardian of the portal of the Hells. Also, it here comes the Mirror, from where step in sentries of the multiverse: The Ranger-Mage Ditratos and Yuna, the fairy rebel. Never in the story of the New England such a meeting had occurred.
But once present, these two famous heroes of the multiverse are stunned by the charisma and Denizia’s presence. With the fairy Yuna on his shoulder, Ditratos climb the sacred mound and faces Denizia, clad in her cape of feathers. She still holds her mask as a newborn in the crucible of her chest.
Morhygan did mention already about the Ranger of the multiverse, as Yuna, his companion of adventure, but she has never imagined herself standing before these two legendary immortals. Seeing herself in front of them make her knees bend and bowed at once to their feet. The Ranger bends and slides his hand under the Denizia’s armpit and tenderly pulls to invite her to stand. Without resistance, but the head down, the witch runs and proceeds. Yuna takes off and lands on her chestnut head and sit-there, legs crossed, intertwined in her long hair. Helped by the long fingers of the Mage’s hand, which slowly raises Dame Denizia’s chin, their eyes eventually intersect. A father-like smile appears under his ashen mustache, and in response, Denizia cracks under Ditratos’s charismatic charm. Her protective shell opens in jolts of nervous laughter under eyes filled with admiration. The deep voice cuts the silence, “Here! I like that better. Today this is not a day for prostration but to rebirth. In a moment you'll be affected by our Goddess. This will be a great moment, powerful and spellbinding.”
With his other hand, Ditratos lays his palm between the breasts of the witch. “From there, your node energy, the Primordial egg will hatch an all new Denizia. You'll have the impression of being divided. But this duality will be yours and you alone will control it, Daughter-of-the-Earth. The Goddess Brigid sent me to bless you. Her gratitude will be revealed to you in a few moments. You will be our ambassadaress on Earth. Something you can be proud. Henceforth, you are no longer alone in front of evil attacks,” he says reassuringly.
Tiny filaments of light escape from the fingers still warm and lying on Lady Denizia’s chest. Under a light combining tenderness and love, Denizia’s voice sings in the ears of the watchers of the multiverse, “I remember you, Ditratos and Yuna, the Temple of Wonders, the Fairyland and Sidhorion, its beautiful guardian. I remember now.” The little fairy Yuna joins her hands over her mouth to contain her emotion of joy, “Oooh! You had to come back from forgetfulness by yourself, congratulations! Among us, you're here now.” Ditratos’s hand trembles, always laying between her breasts, when he hears his name. Almost no-one knows his name. “But how, Denizia...” asks Ditratos? “In a scrawl from your temple of wonders, I've red a spell signed from your hand,” reponds the witch with empathy.
But once present, these two famous heroes of the multiverse are stunned by the charisma and Denizia’s presence. With the fairy Yuna on his shoulder, Ditratos climb the sacred mound and faces Denizia, clad in her cape of feathers. She still holds her mask as a newborn in the crucible of her chest.
Morhygan did mention already about the Ranger of the multiverse, as Yuna, his companion of adventure, but she has never imagined herself standing before these two legendary immortals. Seeing herself in front of them make her knees bend and bowed at once to their feet. The Ranger bends and slides his hand under the Denizia’s armpit and tenderly pulls to invite her to stand. Without resistance, but the head down, the witch runs and proceeds. Yuna takes off and lands on her chestnut head and sit-there, legs crossed, intertwined in her long hair. Helped by the long fingers of the Mage’s hand, which slowly raises Dame Denizia’s chin, their eyes eventually intersect. A father-like smile appears under his ashen mustache, and in response, Denizia cracks under Ditratos’s charismatic charm. Her protective shell opens in jolts of nervous laughter under eyes filled with admiration. The deep voice cuts the silence, “Here! I like that better. Today this is not a day for prostration but to rebirth. In a moment you'll be affected by our Goddess. This will be a great moment, powerful and spellbinding.”
With his other hand, Ditratos lays his palm between the breasts of the witch. “From there, your node energy, the Primordial egg will hatch an all new Denizia. You'll have the impression of being divided. But this duality will be yours and you alone will control it, Daughter-of-the-Earth. The Goddess Brigid sent me to bless you. Her gratitude will be revealed to you in a few moments. You will be our ambassadaress on Earth. Something you can be proud. Henceforth, you are no longer alone in front of evil attacks,” he says reassuringly.
Tiny filaments of light escape from the fingers still warm and lying on Lady Denizia’s chest. Under a light combining tenderness and love, Denizia’s voice sings in the ears of the watchers of the multiverse, “I remember you, Ditratos and Yuna, the Temple of Wonders, the Fairyland and Sidhorion, its beautiful guardian. I remember now.” The little fairy Yuna joins her hands over her mouth to contain her emotion of joy, “Oooh! You had to come back from forgetfulness by yourself, congratulations! Among us, you're here now.” Ditratos’s hand trembles, always laying between her breasts, when he hears his name. Almost no-one knows his name. “But how, Denizia...” asks Ditratos? “In a scrawl from your temple of wonders, I've red a spell signed from your hand,” reponds the witch with empathy.
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