The sun is just rising on the horizon. The sky turns
and dresses with its day colors . The first rays of sun touch the tops of tall
conifers of Yew Trees Kingdom . Already,
several winged creatures roam between the layers of fog and green mountains . A
pair of eagles whirl above a clearing while other birds leave room to them. All
around, Yew Trees are caressed by the morning mist gliding, sneaking and fading
behind bright beams of sunlight.
Valleys and mountains follow each other toward the
four corners where some majestic guardians hover slowly, with outspread wings. Despite the distance that separates us,
their legendary aura affects us. These beings stand as day and night guardians in
Yew Trees Kingdom. The mists disperse as threads and daylight reveals amber reflections
on the gigantic bodies of Golden Dragons, Guardians of the Gates of the Yew Trees Forest.
By the west side, a rocky hill overlooks the forest
and three silhouettes are climbing. They reach the top quickly. They approach
each other and cry together:
Nebula
Mountain !
The three look toward the western horizon. The man
speaks with a calm voice :
We'll
be there soon , my dear Tiera.
His girlfriend hugs him with her graceful and feline
arms and adds:
Last
night, I already felt the presence of the Holy Mountain, Cailla. Even son was
excited in his sleep. He certainly saw him self flying over it!
Beautiful Tiera looks on their son who vibrates his
wings while sitting in front of the vast
but distant natural pillar that seems to support the heavenly vault . Despite
his young age , his shaggy mane creates an halo of light around his feline face
and his stature shows the pride of the Sphinx he is.
Meanwhile, a day's walk away. A Breathlessly
exciting voice is struggling to whisper for fear of being heard :
I
swear, I saw it as you are in front of me , lady traveler. I saw those fangs,
this bestial head, the long fur crowning eyes as deep as crystals from some wizards
...
The merchant stops talking and looks at right and
left , taking Osirian’s arm (see the
Chronicle III of Pleiade’s Daughters) , inviting her to back off the road, in the shade of a
tree. Raising his shoulders and hiding his lips with his other hand, the brave
man continues with extreme caution :
And
this is where the creature has crept among the branches that separated us, and its
true nature was revealed! Huge wings spreaded. I lost sight of a short time,
but a crack made me look up and I saw it , I tell you! As a winged lion, he
passed over the treetops and flew to the west! Be careful , dear lady, because
this creature is headed in the same direction as you , towards the Mountain
Nebula !
Osirian lays her right hand on the merchant one still
very tense on the edge of her travel cloak . She tells him with her soft and
soothing voice :
Your
testimony greatly enlighten me and do not worry, I'll be vigilant. Here, these few
pieces of gold should lighten your memories. I have to get back on the road
now. Thank you too for herbs and elixirs , I 'll use them wisely !
The face of the merchant then expands and radiates a
new life. Chin up , eyes shining , he flatters himself on his well round belly and respectfully hi
the lady traveler .
In one jump, Osirian walks on the earthy road again showing full of power and grace at once.
Turning her head , she looks behind at the sun continuing his morning rose . While
walking , Osirian rises up her cap on her head and feel the familiar tickle,
Mirhilia (see Chronicle III of the Pleiade’s Daughters ) reappears on her neck
. The fairy approaches her ear and says :
It's
amazing how you once again transformed the life of another human being. At this
rate, Nebula Mountain’s neighborhood
will bath in a whole new light !
A simple smile appears on Osirian’s face remembering
the trading man and many other peoples who crossed their path since leaving the
Cleansing Fall. In response, Osirian whispers :
Of
course, Mirhilia , I hope so !
The rising sun casts long shadows in a forest of
pillars looking majestic, further north . This famous ageless forest, is still
immersed in its morning mists, fraying from tree to tree . A powerful
tranquility reigns through columns of light and shadow. Flavorings giant
conifers bring a sacred atmosphere. We are in the heart of the Yew Trees
Kingdom.
But this landscape scrolls at high speed on each Sacha’s
side (see Chronicle IV of the Pleiade’s Daughters ), galloping with grace and
flexibility in almost absolute silence, as if each step is merged with the
ground covered with large dried spines.
Her white coat blends sometimes with a fog swirls and follow behind her
passage. Her breakneck speed is not measurable by a mortal because she is not
seen often by them! Sacha lets herself to be seen if she wants to.
At the edge of the forest, a few families from the
village of the valley are busy picking wild berries . An adult is intrigued by
this swirl in the mist and scratches his head . His girl with golden curls
smiled towards the phenomenon. But the look of the girl is not focused on the
vortices but rather on her magnificent secret friend Sacha, which already runs
down among shrubs and wild flowers and zigzags down the valley. Wet eyes with
wonder , the tiny girl with gold hair rotates her entire body to follow the
swift ride. She is quite happy to see her friend of the sacred wood. Once again,
she is careful not to tell her father, but her lips move in a whisper :
Bon
Voyage, Sacha !
Down the slope, we see fields , pastures , fences
and rustic walls as well as some lines
of leafy trees of all sizes, Sacha merges with this scene already transformed
by the touch of this new humanity full of promise. On the other side of the
river, the horizon lies at the foot of a massive mountain that dominates and
masks the entire south side of the sky.
Sacha speed is constant. Her long white mane sparks
morning light, tail swaying in harmony with her whole body . Sacha is carried
away by powerful strides propelling her
straight ahead, sometimes jumping curbs or streams , still invisible to those
blind to magic.
This magic that also holds a faith, a deep and
ineradicable conviction that attracts and welcomes all those who recognize
themselves. This magic that transforms the heart to align the body on the way
of life of every soul incarnated here in the Yew Trees Kingdom, or elsewhere,
in other worlds of the multiverse. This magic surviving to time, to civilizations
of yesterday and tomorrow, to the illusions of those lies that many choose to
follow at the detriment of their real mission; to be.
But Sacha is determined to make a difference, to be
the difference, because she knows she has the capability , potential and burning desire. She decreases the tempo, and
trots, she joins a willow overlooking the shore and quenches at the foot of its
roots. Her horn captures some sun rays that pass through the weeping foliage
and many stars are projected on the ripples before her eyes.
It was then that a subsurface form moves. This is
indeed a familiar presence. Sacha lifts her head slightly and talks to her
friend while taking care to bending the left leg telling her honor, respect and
hospitality:
Good
morning , dear sister of the Pleiades !
A whirlwind later, the Nymph leans on one of the
roots of the great willow and answers:
Hello, sister of purity. I'm here to tell you that
Osirian and her friend Mirhilia will await you . And I 'll help you through the
foot of the Holy Mountain !
(to be continued)
Author’s notes : This chronicle will take place
before your eyes, all freshly written throughout this winter 2014. So you will walk
by my side, to explore more of the Chronicle IX of Pleiade’s Daughters. Thank you for your faithful
support.
