Chronicle of the Mirror, part XVII

Temple of Wonders still holds secrets within its walls. It is here that we find collections the most mystical, mysterious and even legendary. The luminous sphere keeps vigil over these gems of the multiverse since eons. Suspended in the air, light touches of its rays shadows of Gothic arches and beams hiding other mysteries. Below is the study hall, now a dormitory for the master mage Ditratos and Yuna. Multiverse watchers rest now, since yesterday, a guest came from Earth to learn: A child of unusual sensitivity discovered by Yuna during her travels in the dream worlds.

The little fairy Yuna, lying on the chest of her friend magician, opens an eye on her young guess. Since a while, the child, too excited by the secret knowledge surrounding her, did sneak off on one of the bridges surrounding bookshelves. The fairy is reassured. Her protegee is sat on the bridge, an open book on her crossed legs. The title is: Sidhorion and the Guardians of the Fairy World. Yuna smiles at the curiosity guiding this daughter of the Earth. She learns more about Yuna’s birthplace and Dragons Guardians.

She observes a sacred moment unfolding before her eyes. A child of the Earth awakes to other worlds resembling to her own dream worlds. Which one are they reflections of the others? Before the end of her stay with her two new immortal friends, the heart of the girl will know the answer. Today, Yuna will guide the child on her own dream shores. Gently, she spreads her rainbow wings and lands near Ditratos’s ear and she whispers:

Hello my beloved strider, do not move and look at the little marvel on the bridge.

Accomplice and listening to Yuna, Ditratos raises eyebrows in surprise when his eyes open on the young friend at the study. Turning the head towards Yuna, he smiles and adds:

It will be a fantastic adventure for our young dreamer. You did well to wake me up. Hey, I have an idea!

The girl is engrossed in the great revelations of worlds and creatures she thought imaginary until last night. The great manuscript is wide open on her laps. These writings date back to the dawn of time, from Sidhorion’s pen itself, the Golden Dragon, the protector of the Fairy Worlds. The young child is too carried away by these fantastic stories to notice her new friend that sits on the railing of the foot-bridge. Yuna admires her young protegee fed by these legendary stories from her homeland. A sacred moment, certainly, but isn’it also a great opportunity to bring the world of reason in these worlds that Earthlings call imaginary. Yuna knows that in this child grows a future ambassadress who will be brave before a crowd of humans kept asleep in the rational and material world.

Aromas of toast and chocolate milk distract the young explorer of forgotten worlds. She raises her head and sees Ditratos preparing a good breakfast. A jump later, she turns to her winged friend:

It's amazing what I discover here, with you two. In these stories of the early ages, you were there too, that I read. But you were different. Sidhorion  described you as a salamander covered with white feathers with angelic wings.

Through the ages, it is better to change our appearance. For us, immortals, this is our way to be reborn again. It’s a way to give us the impression of changing body as you on Earth. But there is another story. We have a surprise for you. But first, are you hungry?

Laughters, travel stories, characters described and met throughout the ages,  universes and legendary creatures accompany a meal. At the end of hot chocolate, mage rubs his hands with enthusiasm:

Here comes the surprise. Before the start of your dreams lessons, we want to introduce you to another friend.

Both hands on the edge of the table, the young nods frantically.

According to my centuries long observations on the human race, my dear mage, I think it's a yes.

The hand of the mage rises already articulating nimble and mystic fingers. The famous Mirror appears, reflecting the electrifying expression of an exceptional child.

Wow, this is fantastic!

Already standing near the Mirror’s frame, the child caresses grooves, mysterious runes, Celtic intertwining as well as various mythological figures carved around the Mirror.

Is it wood or stone?

Ditratos bends forward and looks at the girl.

This is magic wood, an indestructible wood, derived from the bark of the World Tree.

The World Tree?

Yggdrasil is the World Tree in the center of the cosmos, well, at least in the center of one universe among worlds of Divine Dreams.

Ah yes! One of the Worlds forming the large sphere in constant growth.

That’s it, young lady, Yggdrasil has given a part of himself to me. Powerful magic runs through the veins of this unique wood. On the other side of the Mirror opens the multiverse. It is therefore a portable portal.

Yuna lands on the shoulder of the young child. She reassures her with a singing voice.

For millennium, the Mirror transports us from one world to another without error of destination. If you wish, we can tell you who we will visit, but the surprise will be ...

No, here goes! If the other side of that mirror your friend waiting for you ... So he's my friend ... Let's go!

Holding the white mage’s hand, the child nods, determined. Yuna becomes light and plunges into Ditratos’s pendant. A step later, a new reality illuminates all the senses of the young traveler.

First the wind is striking and as aromatic as flowers. On top of a mountain, the three companions stand on a rocky plateau near two large stone columns carved with strange symbols and spirals. A voice suddenly rang in their minds:

Welcome to the Fairy World!

A shadow is running on the ground and then completely covers Ditratos and his guest. Looking up, the child opens wide her eyes.

Don’t be afraid little one. The friend of my friend is my friend. I'm ...

Sidhorion the Fairy Worlds’s Guardian!

Cutting telepathic thought a voice trembling with emotion, the child contemplates the promised surprise. Here, in front of her, a living legend overlooks the trio with a majestic and gigantic stature. Despite all that she has read about this great champion of the Yuna’s world, the young lady realigns the ideas she had made of this extraordinary being. The aura of  such a supernatural creature is fascinating her.

It is an honor to see such a young follower and visit us here at the portal of our world. Here on the Reunion Mountain, we have established a very close monitoring. It is on this historic site where met the great personalities of the multiverse. From the earliest ages, this portal was created by High Elves white magic women. Since you're here as a guest native of distant Earth, I offer you a flying visit over our great country.

Once these thoughts pass through the mind of the three visitors, the venerable mythical creature spreads her wings with immense grace and delicacy. Sidhorion lowers the end of his right wing at the foot of the young inhabitant of the Earth. The mage Ditratos bends at the ear of the child who is showing shining eyes.

For such a noble dragon, it is an extreme courtesy offering his wing as a stepping stone. Only his sister-in-arms High Elf had this privilege ...

That's funny. It strikes me as familiar.

Ditratos raises an eyebrow and looks at Sidhorion out of the corner of his eye. The dragon telepathically channeled his thoughts to his friend mage only:

Do not look at me that way. I'm as surprised as you.

Yuna appears on the Ditratos’s wood pendant standing against the chest of her friend mage. She cast a thought to Sidhorion and Ditratos:

Ah, males, all the same, it is obvious that our protegee is special. I would not invite her otherwise.

In a few wing beats, she lands on the child's shoulder and whispers to her:

Don’t worry princess, the day is young and full of discoveries yet unsuspected.

Tender thrill passes throughout the body of the young invited. Something happens in her being, that's for sure. In a spontaneous gesture, without thinking, she kneels and puts her lips on the tip of the Sidhorion’s wing. It is the turn of the venerable guardian of air to feel  energy nodes opening along her subtle bodies.

In a silence full of unsaid, Sidhorion’s surprised eyes are disclosing his thoughts:

By all ancestors, Lady Valdérianne was the only one to greet me so. The grace of an earliest ages High Elf found in the heart of a girl from the Earth, this is unprecedented.

The child leads the way on the wing of the dragon. Her eyes full of stars crosses Sidhorion’s ones, while penetrating. No mortal can stand at the overwhelming gaze of a golden dragon. Always brave, young inhabitant from the Earth moves naturally between the two wings. Ditratos and the venerable and legendary mount observe her with admiration and respect. Normally, all mortal being would be paralyzed in contact with this powerful legendary aura of a golden dragon. Here, the effect is opposite. The excitement and wonder prevail in the heart of the young Earthling.

The two friends secure themselves in between dorsal gold scales. Sidhorion rises and advances with a flexible and rhythmic approach  in a to and fro of  wings showing grace and beauty. He approaches the edge of the cliff that plunges into the fairy valley.

Hold on, the magic flight begins!

Telepathic thought through the mind of the young lady as a wind of madness, fingers tight on the mage robe, wide-eyed, breathless. The valley is beautiful beyond imagination. As two large sails, the wings of the dragon unfold and he throws himself into the vertiginous emptiness. A little shout out the lips of a child living a dream. The mythical guardian slides on the sweet air.

From valleys to rivers, the sight is striking. Everything looks like an idyllic realm made of both rough terrain but harmonious. Waterfalls wedged between huge mountains covered with dense vegetation, jump along the cliffs in a mist caressing the rocky foothills. Then these layers of  haze move away like diaphanous fingers over the valley crisscrossed by streams. The sky carries out thick clouds from where, sometimes, fellow draconic guardians emerge. They see to the safety of this magical world.

The young woman is searching for her fairy and asks to the mage:

What has happened to Yuna?

Shhh! Ditratos lays the index crossed his lips.

She hid in her cage ... She is rebel, here ... should not reveal to anyone her presence.

To prevent the wind to betray his secrets, Ditratos leans closer to the ear of her young friend:

As beautiful and magnificent as these may seem idyllic, the devious political infighting have fueled jealousy and lust. Our friend Yuna refused to lend to this macabre dance. Here we are in the Fairy World and we need to erase from our memories everything related to our friend. Sidhorion, you and I know nothing about a fairy who is a legend here. Moreover, to avoid to make you live embarrassing encounters, Sidhorion will not land at risk. This is why a score of dragons protect this area from any foreign invasion. More powerful beings hope to confuse inhabitants of these magical kingdoms to acquire magical knowledge.

Troubled eyebrows on the girl’s face call for a break. A comforting hand lays on her shoulder. She looks up and with a comprehensive look, Ditratos says in a low voice:

Light, as magical it might be, creates shadows in which certain beings delight to live in.

A meditative silence settles along the scenic tour. The overview is nonetheless extraordinary. Verdant valleys, meandering rivers, mountains covered with mysterious forests, sky with clouds hiding other fairies from windy realm, all these visions are printing in the mind of the young explorer.

Throughout the flight, some guards are crossing Sidhorion. The telepathic exchange between mythological creatures remain secret. The child feels discomfort from Sidhorion. She looks up at Ditratos. Also seems worried. Not wanting to mask the flavor of this visit, the young child is distracting her mind admiring those countries passing by Sidhorion’s magical and powerful wings.

These heavy silences with secrets combine to an important awareness for the girl. Suddenly, after all these revelations since her arrival alongside Yuna and Ditratos, comes a great responsibility taking root in her heart as a child of the Earth. Like a marble plinth under a statue, she now knows the importance of creating a dream world. Already, a social conscience is emerging in her being. Flying fairy worlds, sitting in the same place where the great High Elf warrior sacrificed her life in a battle against the servants of the shadow ... A ball of emotion gets stuck in the throat of the child of the Earth and some small tears come alter her vision of these magical lands. The disappearance of the High Elves and their exemplary courage stretch in the immortality of his new friends: Yuna the fairy rebel, Ditratos the white mage and Sidhorion the faithful guardian. A smile tinged with pride emerges on the face of the young lady and wet eyes too where stars shine an elf light.

Sidhorion feel the energy ball on his spine. The child awakens to divine dream worlds. The venerable dragon is honored to participate in the awakening of a creator of dream worlds. Out of nowhere, the memory of Valdérianne brings an almost mystical color to this overview with the invited young Earth’s inhabitant. With a slight rotation of the head, the eye of the dragon plunges a sympathetic look in her tiny and wet eyes of the young Earth’s daughter. Then Sidhorion think:

Brave Lady Valdérianne you would be proud of your Earth’s heiress.

Yes, I am!

An angelic voice echoes in Sidhorion’s head.

Two smiles meet. A young child awakens, a venerable dragon marvels.

The sun is closer to the horizon towards the end of the journey by air. Sidhorion lands near the two columns of the Reunion Mountain’s portal. Travelers slide along the wing stretched toward the ground. The child observes Ditratos and Sidhorion. Now she knows that her thoughts are blocked. Veiled and hidden world of adults is familiar to her. A wave of sadness clamps her heart for a moment.

PSST!

The surprised girl turns to the source of the call. A winged salamander looks of these little well known eyes. The young friend does not pronounce her name. Ditratos was clear on this. The little creature flies to the child's ear.

Let our friends at their adult game, small child from Earth. We need to understand them. An annoying new was announced to us by the guards dragons. It will postpone our visit in dream land. We don’t want you to panic but undefinable events  are currently taking place in the neighboring valley of the Fairy Worlds. Ditratos and I need to go there at once. Believe me, my friend, there are ... uh ... creatures who should be monitored. We will let you safely in the Temple of Wonders.

Yuna stops talking for a moment, paying attention to telepathic thoughts through her mind.

Sidhorion volunteered to keep you company during our absence. He will guide you well in the great library.

But he is huge, he can’t circulate in the room!

You don’t know yet all the advantages of a golden dragon.

It is at this point that Ditratos approaches along with a very intriguing newcomer. Bigger than the mage in stature, his skin is as white as recalling white marble statues whose child remembers seeing in museums in her hometown. The familiar look abroad reassurance.

SIDHORION?

To guide you through these mysterious legends and treasures hidden in the cave of my friend ...

The Temple of Wonders. Corrects the mage, pretending to be offended.

Whoops! Excuse me, my vocabulary has slept with hundreds of years under the golden scales ... Take your time on Gaia, dear friends, our young traveler and I have many discoveries to share.

All Right then! Ditratos answers.

His hand let his fingers dance in the air. The Mirror appears to travelers of the multiverse. One step later, all end up in the Temple of Wonders.

Oh! Says the ivory figure, with his fists on his hips he adds:

Room reached phenomenal proportions. I remember this small room as it was in... Wait!

Sidhorion lays his hand to his bald skull, trying to remember ...

Please, Sid ... Forget it!

 Ditratos slap his hand gently on the shoulder of his millennium companion and said:

Our old stories make me feel old.

Ditratos and Yuna approach the Magic Mirror greeting their friends. Already, the young girl tames Sidhorion’s presence. A small hand rests on the white wrist of the Guardian. Both wave their hand as a goodbye to the two immortals.

In a spiral of light, Yuna seeps into the pendant. The two watchmen of the multiverse through the reflective surface and let the waves grow in successive waves. Sidhorion and his new friend, hand in hand, eyes still set on the empty space left behind the disappeared Mirror. The large room illuminated by its eternal sphere brings a great sigh to Sidhorion showing sparkling eyes.

Where do we start our explorations, little girl? Guides me because the room is so much bigger than before. You had a whole morning to see clearer ...

The young child runs in taking the lead and then realizes that Sidhorion observes her with a questioning look. She stops and turns to his friend and asked him:

What is it?

What is your name, young lady?

Denizia *

Well, let's go ... Denizia.

Thus, from shelves to bridges, explorers of mysteries engage themselves in the discovery of the multiverse under the eternal light of the Temple of Wonders.

END

Renatus, your chronicler

*…The two watchmen of the multiverse, Denizia and Sky look surprised at the miracle of the Arcanas manifested before their eyes. Exhausted by so much effort, the daughter of the Earth lies on the ancient stone and covers her body with the cloak of feathers. Sky is nestled in the hollow of her belly, as in his nest to sleep. Yuna and Ditratos go up alongside Denizia, sleeping already. Yuna whispers in to the ear of the wizard :

Do you remember her first visit to our Hall of Wonders? There, she slept so well, feeling secure with us, so far, however, from home! She really has an open mind, out of the ordinary. Really, we made the right choice. Denizia will be a good emissary for the Earth…

 ( From Children of the Earth : Part III Part 3 of 3 )

Chronicle of the Mirror, part XVI

Prologue

A girl puts her arm out the window. She looks at the moon. Also, from her room, the view of the harbor makes her traveling around the world and thinking. The moon reflects, she said. It reflects sunlight.

A small firefly approaches the window, outside. The young child fixes her gaze on this rainbow light and everything capsizes... The child falls in the light as in a dream.

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Ditratos the white mage, surrounded by piles of books in different formats, is enthralled by his reading. Totally absorbed by these mysterious subjects, he forgets that his companion has left him for a while but here she reappears, dropping a few pinches of magical sparks on the manuscript before him.

Ha! You are here, my little favorite fairy?

Yuna, suspended before the eyes of her immortal friend in its aura of rainbow sky created by the beating of her wings, lays her fists on her hips and says :

I was a little bored, so I invited a friend.

WOOOOW! (With echo)

A small female voice full of wonder is heard from the other side of piles of books. With a puzzled look and knitting his brows, Ditratos is confused and surprised at the same time. It must be said that Yuna often brings a surprise factor in his daily routine. But then an unknown, uninvited young lady, in his fortress of secret knowledge, it is much to accept from the spontaneity of a fairy.

Well, what kind of surprise did you plan this time?

In the same spirit, the mage stands up slowly, looking towards the center of the room, his neck stretched, while careful.

A child?

Motionless and head up to the sphere of eternal light, the latter is her only reality for now. The girl rubs the back of her hands over her eyes and notice the great room surrounded by books. With amazed eyes and ajar mouth, she turns slowly, stomping around, contemplating these walls hiding many mysteries. Her dress stands out in this Gothic decoration. Her young sailor costume with shorts above the knee, ankle boots worn by the walks in the wild, in the middle of the Temple of Wonders, so she marvels.

Her vision is entranced by all these books and scrolls, all around her and even higher still, beyond the darkness far above this special luster. Suddenly she stops spinning, eyes fixed on a great mage dressed in a long white dress who looks at her like a rare animal, the index raised to his chin. On his shoulder, a firefly shines ...

Hey! It's a fairy there!

The child points at the shoulder of the mage. This latter looks at Yuna and sighs. Powerless against the will of a rebel fairy, he leans to the eye level of the young visitor.

Here is Yuna, you're right. She is indeed a little fairy who brings a lot of surprises for those she loves!

The girl raises her arms and speaks to her new friends.

Wow! This time my daydreams took me into an unknown world. Here is your home?

Well, yes, if you want, this is my home, indeed. Hum! It is our Temple of Wonders. Come sit down, I'll explain.

Ditratos guides the girl in an area covered by a Celtic patterned carpet, brown chairs are arranged in a circle around a small table covered with platters of exotic fruits, some cuts copper and water jugs. The young guest, in total confidence, takes an apple, gracefully invited by Yuna flying over the feast.

Comfortably seated, the girl looks up to the luminous sphere that is all alone in the air.

It's magic!

Ditratos agrees with modesty and the girl adds:

That's funny. I watched the moon from my window ... and the men busy on boats ... and a firefly joined me. It’s happening to me often when I think that way.

The girl bites into her apple, watching her guests.

You're about to teach me a lot of mysteries, I think, you two.

Yuna and Ditratos stare at each other with complicity. They recognize the symbol of the apple, the fruit of knowledge, bitten by the dream like curiosity of an exceptional child. The mage understand Yuna’s intention. A young inhabitant of the Earth is about to write her future. Better give her the right tools.

Okay, well, young lady, I am Ditratos the strider. I travel through different worlds, as you do in your dreams. But here you are in the dream worlds, worlds dreamed by the primordial gods.

Ah, ah! I knew it!

The child cuts the mage with her excited voice.

I understand now. Our dreams build our future. It is sure that mythological gods have built us!

The immortal mage raises his eyebrows in surprise to a response as illuminated as this. He looks at Yuna seated on a peach holding one grape on her thighs. She stops in her tracks, her mouth at two hairs from her fruit. Then she remembers:

Ah yes, it's true! Our guest is a great master in dreams. I often met and passed her on Dream World Shores. I think she is mature for a little tour.

 Dream World… Shores? Adds the girl.

Wait, wait, my young friend, we'll get to it in a moment.

The white mage pours to himself a cup of cool water.

Except for few visits by Australian aborigines, it is very rare to witness wilful humans from Earth visiting Dream Worlds.

Australia, the continent full of strange animals?

Uh! Yeah, well ... This is another story ... On your earthly home, the only link giving access to the multiverse is ...

The multiverse?

WELL!

Ditratos takes a deep breath, leans on his chair to calm his impatience. He rarely address the curiosity of a child. It is giving him headaches.

Ok,ok! I understand! Multi-universe, multiple universes are known as the multiverse.

Raising his fingers massaging his forehead, a spark of joy shines in the eyes of the mage.

Here, excellent, young lady, keep it! ... To you, the Dream World is the link open to the multiverse. Dream World is the place of manifestation of divine dreams, worlds creators and bearers of dreams like us. This Dream World is visited by entities from the multiverse, either in sleep or by instant inspirations. Several visions are actually experienced and translated by works of art or innovative ideas bringing light to the collective consciousness. During recent Yuna’s dreamlike travels, by her mere ability to interpret this immense forest of symbols rooted in the ocean dream, she feels travelers or visitors from the Earth.

The little firefly I see in my dreams, it's you, Yuna?

Yuna taste the grape, with a positive sign of the head, she found her words:

Sometimes the anonymity of an insect is preferable. But now you're ready to take the next step in your dreams. Continue, dear arcane master.

Hum! ... Yuna, due to her fairy talent, can remain impervious to such presences who passed by and shaped landscapes created like this. These mini universes are the work of supreme beings or even divine ones. Also, some arcane masters were able to create micro-evolving worlds. It is easy to lose our mind due to the multitude of realities created by very different entities from one another.

Out of the corner of his eye, the white mage looks at his young guest. She seems a little confused with this new information. Of his hand, the magician draws signs in the air and immediately above the table, a vision appears measuring at least three cubits deep.

The easiest way to visualize the Dream World is this sphere made of intertwined boughs and continue to grow and branch out in all directions. Thus, each micro-universe becomes bud, each branch becomes world with new shoots. Every creative impulse of the universe is growing fueled by bearers of dreams like us.

Yuna wings rapidly in the center of the sphere. A bubble grows in her hands. Then she opens her arms to the expansion of her founding dream. We see angels flying through cities suspended in the clouds. The bubble leaves the arms of the fairy clinging to a branch of the large plant like sphere. Then another bubble containing diabolical figures nest on another branch. Other balls and images are created and lodge here and there in the multiverse-growing sphere.

Thank you, Yuna, this is an excellent demonstration. By a large number of these carriers of dreams, each creation takes shape and feeds the multiverse with another reality. The growth of this dynamic is infinite.

The storyteller mage stretches his hands towards Yuna and the young student and invites them to come sit on his lap. The young stranger do not hesitate for a moment. Wonder shines in her eyes. Yuna is installed in the hollow of the hands of her young friend now nestled against the chest of the master. A translucent bubble surround them.

Well, now we're all travelers of the multiverse ... There we go!

Ditratos’s hands rely on the transparent surface and all three are transported in these branches of the plant area. Fantastic universes parade alternately while the guide continues with his deep voice:

The thoughts and dreams of the community use symbols to convey their messages. These symbols are intertwined in thought-forms and egregores are created. Like this gods come to life, dream and die in a sea of ​​possibilities. Also,from these islands of divine thoughts, matter takes form, structure of a new universe. This applies to the entire multiverse becoming the divine dream, created by the primordial gods.

Sometimes, before a strange environment populated by aggressive creatures, the girl goes deeper into the folds of the robe of the high mage. But Yuna caress trembling fingertips of her young protegee. And unfurl around them paradise, hell, prehistoric worlds, the world of Gaia, worlds with advanced technology, interstellar spaces crisscrossed with flying ships, underwater peoples, Fomores giants, gods ...

A fairy as Yuna is a master to travel throughout this circus. She knows steer and reach Dream World Shores of a given individual. This dream world is allegorically an ocean in which each holder of dream that we are baths in its own Dream World Shores. These beaches are the points of contact between the conscious and the subconscious, reason and dream, reality and imagination.

The bubble finally lands on a sandy beach and rock formations supporting a dense forest of conifers. Some trees show evidence of rock formations mounted as dolmens and a smell of burning cedar and the sound of some drums announces the proximity of a sacred fire hidden behind the wall of trees. On the other hand, the salt air of the ocean brings with it a mist where visions of great spirits of nature accompanied by a female presence with earthly and divine attributes at once, are drawn.

Art: Susan Seddon Boulet

These are my visions!

The fascinated child points, and the mage taps her on the shoulder with pride.

We are on your Dream World Shores and what I see, fantastic adventures await you in the future.

I have so many things that call me right now!

Yes, my dear, a great mission takes shape in front of you ... um ... and ahead of us too!

Ditratos and Yuna exchange a quick glance at each other with complicity and the little fairy puts her hand on the thumb of her guest:

Tomorrow, if you want, it will be my turn to guide you on your Dream World Shores. It is a fairy knowledge I'll share to you, but first, lets have a little rest. Travel is exhausting!

In one leap, the bubble rises when a wonderful sunrise emerges from the ocean. Ditratos concludes that this overview of the multiverse benefits to himself. In his immortal heart, a window just opened to this daughter of the Earth. Yuna just offered a handsome present to her  mage, an experience more precious than all these stacks of books around him a few moments ago. On the way back, eyes of the mage enjoy seeing Yuna and the dreamy  young one looking at each other. Their heads lean to the left, right, imitating each other in teasing smiles.

Back to the Temple of Wonders, the three friends are very comfortable together. They share a good feast. Laughter and games are also on the menu. On top of the great Gothic hall these laughters are heard echoing. When Yuna playing charades with the child of the Earth, Ditratos raises wet eyes along the rows of mysterious books. He knows that after the rest their prodigy will be the mistress. He returns his attention to Yuna busy entertaining with her new close friend. They are beautiful to look at.

But in all honesty, Ditratos knows that they just interfere with the youth of a human being. He must rely on Yuna’s instinct. The eternal fairy knows how to manage these forays into the life of a human. She has already done this in the past, after all!

Already this dream carrier pushes her sensitivity to infinity. Knowing now that a generous fairy and a father like magician and storyteller witness her visions, the child will survive to adulthood. A sigh of pride swells the chest of the mage.

As soon as the child falls asleep, Yuna joins his immortal friend. Both look at each other while glancing occasionally their guest.

Thank you, Yuna. You gave me a beautiful present. We make a difference now.

I had no doubt on this idea of ​​inviting the girl home. I think tomorrow  will  be a great adventure for us.

TO BE CONTINUED ...

Renatus, your chronicler.

Chronicle VIII of the Pleiade’s Daughters

The Unicorn knows by instinct, since her inner fibers are related to the Pleiadians. As a descendant of the Veneered Seven Blessed Daughters, she knows…

As a Consciousness Traveler, Cailla knows, vigilant as a real eagle suspended in the air, gliding from plane to plane, time to time, dreams to dreams.

The Nymph Osirian knows well the underground network of bodies of water, subterranean lakes, tunnels, labyrinths, vaults and abyssal pits. She is the link in between inner earth’s inhabitants and walkers of the surface.

Mirrhilia, the Fairy sister, always loyal to Osirian and Cailla, knows well how to open portals through the Ether Land, this realm in between all matter, this highway with infinite ramifications throughout the multiverse and the time line.

The call from the Sacred Seven has been heard. That is why we found here the four companions walking side by side through the portal. Their vision is altered a little when they walk now on this star dust bridge. Mother Earth’s world passes by beneath their feet… the majestic Yew-Trees Realm… the eternal snow rocky crown with their white peaks and… the green valley and the hidden city underneath the thick jungle, the famous and legendary Cheetah’s Queen Realm.

Two hands lay on the pregnant belly. The womb trembles and shakes embracing a new being pushing hard to born under the stars. Cheetah’s Queen will be mother. Her hands are gently soothing her belly while she lets the air pass through her windpipes, closing her eyes to the pain, focusing her consciousness to the tiny life, bearing in her heart the new destiny drawing itself under her hands.

Emotional surges radiate from Cailla’s heart. Sacha, the Unicorn, sees well what is at stake. She knows how to support a future father. Because she knows about Cailla’s heritage. She knows about the Stallion’s destiny, Cailla’s child is on the way, the Sphinx race is on renaissance. Sirians and Pleiadians may stand before their new born child.

It is amazing how life weaves together all souls like a wonderful and priceless tapestry. The next scene is already a great subject to be shown and done on a fabric decorating the wall of history. In this very room, few moons ago, a romantic moment did bloom out under the amber light, where naked gold bodies of two lovers were waving at the rhythm of passionate embraces. Here and now is the end of the labor, the gift given to the world may have his first breath on earth.

The sacred circle of the four consciousness travelers from the Yew-Trees realm is surrounding the Sacred Feminine. The Veneered Queen, the feline seer is giving birth to the one of the prophecy.

Sacha the Unicorn, Cailla the guardian of life, Osirian the Nymph, Mirrhilia the Fairy close tighter the circle around Mother Queen Tiera. Their individual aura is uniting with each other and smoothly with Tiera’s one too. Above them all, a pure light as white as the heart of the universe is tuning with them.

In a common momentum a swirl of six different colours creates a spiral looking like the very shape of a galaxy. While the labors are ending in a shout of deliverance, the feline body of the mother is freed of all these resistances, pains and convulsions and lays back with grace and abandon.

ROOOOAAARRRRRGGGHHH!

A first breath mixed with a roaring sound is heard for the first time on this young earth.

Nearby the couch where the Queen Tiera gave birth, a dozen of cheetahs, loyal Queen’s familiars, stand up on their fours and act as one. All at once, the ferocious felines start to play with each other like real kittens. They run, jump, tumble, roll over in a complex choreography inspired by a mysterious call.

Despite their physical absence at this historic delivery, two furry brother-twins of the wind are very aware of what is going on. Both are standing up with their hands tightly holding each other, in their remote cave, surrounding the tall crystal, seed of the stars. In a state of deep trance, their mind is no more. In the here and now, their ape like faces reflect the inner bright light of the stone singing at their souls. Today is the day. The Oracle Queen is freed from her Sacred Burden. The legend is born. The unifier may walk on his fours carrying the alliance with him. The Sphinx may accomplish the galactic tuning of two races : The Pleiadians and the Hyadians. For the first time on earth, an essential being is born with both star seeds flowing in his blood. The prophecy may walk free on the surface of the prime earth.

The end.

Renatus, your chronicler.

Art: Jim Murray