Chronicle IX of the Pleiade’s Daughters

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.