Chronicles of the Mirror: Children of the Earth
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The story of Denizia, translated from French, coming soon...
This is a continuation of the Chronicles of the Mirror story...
Another brain child brought to you y the mind of Rene Gratton
edited by, Denise R. Morgan
Chronicles of The Mirror:
Children of the Earth, Special for Beltaine
- Voila! Says the young man.
He brings the binoculars to his eyes and looks forward to the other side of the street. Soon the dawn will bring enough light on the complex that he has been scanning since the beginning of the night. Even in the dim twilight, he can see the Victorian house that is set well back and hidden by the trees surrounding it. But man has found a perfect spot for watching the front door of the house of the mysterious witch. A blue light indicates the presence of that which the man seeks. His lips barely parted when a whisper escaped, “Morhygan this brat guardian.”
Peering through binoculars always, interest is evident in his voice, “Hey! Interesting, I think I am fortunate to plant a beautiful witch this morning.”
From his point of view, the little blue light is near a bunch of wild flowers, hanging at the door of the main entrance. Like a hummingbird, the fairy humming a little and save a few strokes of her wings.
From his point of view, the little blue light is near a bunch of wild flowers, hanging at the door of the main entrance. Like a hummingbird, the fairy humming a little and save a few strokes of her wings.
The observer curve of the lips with disdain and in a breath he let slip, “Of course these stupid idiots celebrate Beltaine. The offspring of the Earth make me sick by these childish acts. Beuark!”
The door opens wide in a single bound... “Wow! Hey, hey, hey. Beautiful witch, mmm! I think you delicious bitch here and your guardian is a party that shall return to the hell they deserve! Hold your breath, my doll because it's your last!”
“Ditratos? You honored me with the fruits of our Mother and in return I offer the fruit of a kiss.”
Overlooking the remains of Incubus, has Denizia cheeks still tainted blood. His faithful lifeguard spreads his wings and takes care to put his talons in the leather protector of the forearm of his beloved witch. “Sky, you saved my very essence. I almost let vampirize in disappointment. Ditratos will teach me more in the art of demonic protection,” she said to her faithful friend.
At this moment, Morhygan appears on the shoulder of his protegee. Still breathless from his equally difficult meeting, the fairy guardian adds, “By entering the greenhouse they attacked me, veiled in the doorway of dream worlds. My distraction could cost me my friend. They were about twenty but the cliffs of dreamland are familiar to me and I could sow the eight surviving Marauders. This time the dark forces we send the priestesses of Lilith. It is not normal, Denizia. Something has to drive plot.” “Do not worry, little fairy. I have a plan. May this day be blessed!” she replied to her fairy guardian.
Overlooking the remains of Incubus, has Denizia cheeks still tainted blood. His faithful lifeguard spreads his wings and takes care to put his talons in the leather protector of the forearm of his beloved witch. “Sky, you saved my very essence. I almost let vampirize in disappointment. Ditratos will teach me more in the art of demonic protection,” she said to her faithful friend.
At this moment, Morhygan appears on the shoulder of his protegee. Still breathless from his equally difficult meeting, the fairy guardian adds, “By entering the greenhouse they attacked me, veiled in the doorway of dream worlds. My distraction could cost me my friend. They were about twenty but the cliffs of dreamland are familiar to me and I could sow the eight surviving Marauders. This time the dark forces we send the priestesses of Lilith. It is not normal, Denizia. Something has to drive plot.” “Do not worry, little fairy. I have a plan. May this day be blessed!” she replied to her fairy guardian.
Denizia up the bouquet of aromas at the feet of her fairy and the latter is deposited with grace and lightness. Two little hands caress the sensual lips of the witch. With gentleness and love the friends can be enjoyed in the morning Baltaine!
END
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Chronicles of the Mirror:
Children of 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
Children of the Earth
Part II
It is the night of Candlemas, the festival of light prevailing over darkness. The witch Denizia is faithful to the post with her fairy guardian Mörhygan. With her considerable brown hair that falls like a waterfall cascading down her silky pale back and with the soft caresses of the moons silver rays. The Lady Witch and Fairy Guardian are in union with invisible naked light.
Like a hummingbird, Mörhygan overlooks the head of her protected Denizia. Holding her arms crossed in front of a pyramid of lanterns that bring a woman's attributes to light, curves orange dancing along her opal body. Contrasting the light blue-silver of the moon, painted with the brush of night on her lower back and firm muscles of the back of her legs, the front of her body baths in the light of glowing candles illuminating golden reflections. The lady is worthy of its Goddess Brigid. This body becomes the canvas of night and day. Corporeal harmonies are suitable for cold colors and those lights caressing the bare skin with velvet adorned with gold and copper. Thus split between day and night, communion takes place all along the benchmarks of the female devotee visited by divine grace.
This is the site of ancestral Promising, White Magic of the Celestial Order. Mörhygan the fairy guardian, remains confident that Denizia will carry the heavenly expectations. On this sacred place, Dame Denizia’s pagan ancestors built this greenhouse, tight from the whims of the seasons. In this secret garden, this green oasis is bathed in moonbeams. Its windows embroidered with the sprays of metal worthy illuminated artisans dating from the last century art nouveau period, invite the foster-mother's touch, with light waves her beloved children.
On her throne of granite on which the vines of old are forgotten, Brigid feel the sweet breath of her devoted priestess of Mother Earth. The emerald green eyes of the Goddess of fertility are wet with joy at this wave that rises in her. The same joy she expressed during time the golden age of women on Earth: The Witches!
But this time, Brigid was at its peak. Regardless of divinity, she can feel the fervor of their believers today.
Then, like a foreseen coincidence, Brigid looks up at the apparition that materializes at her side. These are her companions of earlier ages: Ditratos, the Ranger-Mage and Yuna the fairy rebel. The famous mirror reflects the image of the Goddess, when Ditratos moves towards her, “Very Revered Goddess, our intervention is not meant as an eruptive point directive or no respect, especially on this Holy Night of Imbolc!” The Goddess Brigid responds to his address, “I know, dear friends, I felt at the moment! A new recruit from Earth feeds me her word! Her dreams are ripe fruit and good workmanship! Your simple visit here at the time of Candlemas land adds to the synchronicity of the moment! So I give her my absolute blessing... At this very moment!”
In a state of connection Denizia, with eyes closed, feels the weight of her fairy Mörhygan landing on her head. Intrigued by the attitude of her fairy guardian, the witch opens her eyes. Mouth gaping, still, an incredible spectacle unfolds before her.
These candles, which, until now, simply symbolized the light that will now prevail over the darkness, to the Spring Renaissance... Here they are, they disappear one after another and are transformed into birds with flamboyant colors. Plumage with colors of the rainbow dress each of these graceful and agile creatures that rise in whirlwind around Denizia and Mörhygan.
Simultaneously, Mörhygan leans on her outstretched arms over the forehead of her developed its beautiful. Denizia, she raises her eyebrows and eyes to her fairy-sitter. Together they say, “It is you who?”
In one breath, the two friends are amazed! They are here in the eye of a hurricane of avian creatures of unsurpassed beauty. The white nakedness of Denizia contrasts the colorful exotic birds swirling around her. As one answer to this phenomenon of the paranormal, the arms of the young witch, fall to her side and herself on her knees throwing her body between her thighs. Her long hair blossom fan on his back, pale and bent. Prostrate before the Divine Favor that Brigid gives her, Denizia launches and relaunches in a voice choked with emotion, “Blessed be there! Blessed be there! Blessed be there!...”
Also intertwined in the strands of hair from her witch, Mörhygan then gently pat her on the skull, “look up, big sister! Look!”
While her sensual lips caressed her generous Earth Denizia raises her face slowly. Tears of joy flowed from her still green almond jewels. Then the surprise freeze all her muscles. Her glassy eyes stopping on a bird she had not noticed in the cloud of wings and colors: A hawk.
There on the ground where the pyramid of light was, all quiet, the hawk looks at Denizia with a questioning look, leaning his head sideways, as if to reflect. He approaches her. Denizia raises her left arm to welcome him home. From the quick graceful wings of the majestic bird of prey, perches on her beautiful naked wrist. In a reflex of pain more than fear, Denizia retracts her arm. The sharp claws dug into the tender flesh. The scarlet thread running on the forearm of the woman and coalesce to Mother Earth drop after drop. The bright and deep eyes of the master of the air look intensely at the ones of the daughter of the Earth. A Sacred empathy is created between them. With this new empathy, oniric memories of lives past surface.
“Mörhygan? Where are you?” Denizia calls out. “Yes, Denizia, I'm here! Between your thighs, his eyes frightens me!” replies the frightened fairy. She reassures her, “Have no fear of him, Mörhygan. It will be the wings that demons cut off me. I am his Sister Earth and you, you will protect us from the demonic legions.”
Three naked creatures in symbiosis, rise and turn toward the center of the ancestral greenhouse. We are reminiscing lying under the branches of the Tree of Life in the greenhouse: An oak whose roots run along the Secret Garden. The warm moisture of the oasis now populated by exotic birds, does not prevent the velvety skin of Denizia be covered with a shiver when the hawk comes to snuggle on her left breast. The fairy Mörhygan lies on the edge of the triangle of Denizia’s pubic, built between her thighs pink. The Imbolc has been warm for Denizia.
Children of the Earth
Part III
Part 1 of 3
For nearly two hours the car rolls down the gravel roads through the unsafe hours of the night. Sitting silently on the passenger side, Dame Denizia is holding her gaze on the road as it marches by. A friend agreed to drive her through the wilderness of New England. Despite the dangers of the forest and the night, the man did not say no to the request. We never say no to a request from Dame Denizia. As the eyes of the bird of prey searches the depths of your soul, a cold shiver runs down along your spine. The answer is actually a cry for survival. One eye on the road and the other on the winged creature, the man has the indices of the route and do not miss a single turn to get it faster, this mysterious ballad. Denizia, dressed in black, prefers that people fear her for it is safer for them. Her former life returned to her, to the memory before the advent of Sky, her companion, her pet revealed in this night of Imbolc (Candlemas), Denizia quickly realized the magnitude of the challenge. Especially with all these memories stranded on the shores of consciousness, one name continues to arouse other memories, but reassuring to say the least troubling. A name steeped in eternity, millions of lunar phases and wonders. Now Denizia remembers her mentor Ditratos.
The life of the White Witch is punctuated by strange events and strange people, who all have a common link. The demons that cut her wings at the "Harvest of the Fruits of Dreams," hound her on earth, and want to snatch and draw her with them in the bowels of hell, for reasons still unknown. Denizia quickly built a mysterious figure, charismatic and lonely. She does not want innocent souls pay with their lives for their accidental presence at the infernal machination which continues. Being lonely and withdrawn from society, protected by its marginality, Denizia became the witch that avoids attention. Her will inspire torpor and rightly so. She knows how to maintain the legend she become with rumors well fed. The nervousness of his driver reassures Denizia. Once again, her reputation proceeds her.
She then looked down on Sky empathetically, her pet hawk and her guardian fairy, Mörhygan, who sits on the back of this bird of prey. These last two are related to a particular connection, intimate and very strong. Mörhygan decided to keep her veil of invisibility on the human at the wheel, but remains visible to whom she wants to. The trio of friends forms a secret and powerful force.
As the wind blows on sheaves of wheat, the communion of three friends is effective in a wave of simultaneous actions and without any discrepancy. Denizia’s firm voice and raised shatters the silence that reigned in the car, “Here we go!”
“But there are still two benchmarks...” remarked the man.
Two simple gestures cut replica of the driver: the sudden deployment of the wings of Sky and the piercing gaze of Denizia. Immediately, the man tempers and proceeds.
The car hits the road and away from the silhouette of Denizia which is then standing on the roadside, her head already up to her big sister the moon, half hidden by some clouds. It is rare to see Denizia dressed for an excursion in the forest, trousers and jacket fitted perfectly to her feminine attributes. Slender and graceful, the moonlight suits her well, goes as if this disk that glows in the night is stroking his silver rays along the curves of Denizia’s silhouette.
Mörhygan is the first to speak, still sitting on the back of her friend Sky, whose talons are planted in the leather harness protector worn in the left forearm of Denizia, “I'd rather be here than in the body of this poor mortal. You'll have to do without me for a few moments, Denizia. I felt demonic energy that gradually incarnate in this man! I must go and abort the case.” “Good, but be alert! I think we're an hour's walk from the point of rendezvous. Sky and I wait for thee, until later!” Denizia responded to her guardian.
Immediately, in a thin light blue line, Mörhygan disappears like a shooting star splitting the sky. Sky spreads its wings and flies in spirals above Denizia already sinks, travel bag on her back, in the woodland forest, her body echoing at the night is drenched in mystery.
The man, driving his vehicle, believes to be relieved of his fears at the sight of this female figure on the left side of the road. In his rearview mirror, the witch appears rather attractive and frankly sexy. He is surprised to feel so inflamed with a desire never felt vis-à-vis the dreaded witch. He blinks his eyes, pressed the accelerator to recede from the source of his emotions that propelled him on this very strange ride. Clutching the steering wheel, he tries to focus on the road that runs in the headlights beam. From the corner of his eye, he looks in the mirror, but does not mind a little red reflection in her eyes. It is rather a pale female form that captures his attention on the side of the road, “Wooohh!” his mouth ajar.
The hitchhiking beauty deeply stirs all senses. He hears then a thought in his mind, “This is a good hors d'oeuvre to open the appetite!”
When the car stops beside her, the stranger strives to mention that her car had broke down a few miles back and everything! But this speech seems unnecessary and superfluous. Already seated at his right, the aroma of her female body stimulate his sexual organ. The few meters traveled on the road seem endless. The temptation is too strong and the man cannot seem to let go of his male instincts. Braking with force, he believes, and surprise his victim to the trap and pin her to his collection of carnal pleasures that he is so thrills him! Blinded by his arrogance and his passion, he has not seen the last seconds of his life!
The woman moves with a supernatural speed. Legs firmly rooted on the floor under the dashboard, left hand acting like a knife, fingers like daggers, aligned just right to hit with unexpected force the bottom jaw of the helpless mortal. The horrible attack spurts blood in the entire cabin. With strength, the man's face smashed up against the steering wheel. The latter remains lodged behind the nose that explodes on impact. Agile and quick, the bloody hand withdraws from the unrecognizable head, in the same moment the woman glides gracefully outside in a flash of blue light.
The few seconds that follow are describable by one who believes what he saw. On Earth, very few phenomena of this kind are reported. Since, as this night, the place where such action occurs, there is nothing more than the normal quiet of a country night where few can pass by these late hours. It is as if nothing had gone. Everything is gone in a flash!
Still bathed in invisibility, the little fairy Morhygan hums its presence in the undergrowth that is surrounding the incident, of the demon-incube who’s no longer. She is looking for witnesses who may oppose her actions on Earth. His fairy powers have proved effective in that vehicle but the operation would result in failure if these images were made by mortal innocent memories in dream worlds, where the skies are crisscrossed by these demons, succubus. As Denizia’s guardian, the daughter of Earth-Nurse, Morhygan gives herself thoroughly with unbreakable loyalty. Few humans are thus married to a fairy. That there is little deserving individuals. Usually, when Ditratos and Yuna intercede with a Goddess (such as Brigid) it is an issue that is very important for the balance of the multiverse.
A scream pierces the silence of the woods! The empathic link between Sky and Denizia interrupts the march of the graceful black silhouette of the magic bearer. Watchful and releasing the back of her bag, Denizia understands the signal of her air brother. Closing her eyes, when she sees through the eyes of Sky, a rock formation that is prominent and 200 paces away: The secret site of her ancestors! Where the ritual of the air must take place. Behind its facies, the determined eyes of the beautiful witch are wet with emotion. Here and now is the right time. It is finally 200 steps of the great revelation of her life. The fairy Morhygan told her about it but barely, with that, Denizia comes the privilege of sacred passage. While thinking about this, in her bag, she goes through all of the accessories needed to pass the sacred passage.
* The mask of avian; creativity
* The cloak of the quintessential air cure
* The belt of the primordial egg, fertility
With each item that comes out of the bag, a slow dance of gestures takes place before the eyes of the vigilant watch on Sky's soul-sister, chosen by the Goddess Brigid herself. The white skin of Denizia captures the silvery light of the Moon. Little by little, laid bare the Girl-of-the-Earth is blessed with a warm wind that comes to waltz on her ivory back, thick with hair touched hazelnut reflections.
A legend tells that Denizia was an angel in a previous life. One would think that the angel of heavenly beauty, faded on the attributes of fatal Dame Denizia. Grace accompanies every move when she is wearing sacred accessories. Gradually her naked body is adorned with sky-like attributes and of his winged children.
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.
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.
Children of The Earth
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.
Children of The Earth
Part III
Part 3 of 3
Thousands of flakes of light emanate from Yuna. Then they begin waltzes gently along the top of Denizia, cascading over her body, warming from magical energy. Yuna rises gently from the head of her big sister and then lands back on the shoulder of her companion. With both Ditratos’s hands takes the helmet and, as a coronation, held it over Denizia, “Of all the souls of the multiverse, you have been chosen, my sister. The Goddess Brigid is there to support you in the future.”
He lowers the sacred helmet down, as it gently and completely covers the Denizia’s head of. In a greeting full of respect, hands clasped, the White-Mage descends to the feet of the chosen one. Drawing multiple circles that close, Sky, wings straight, spirals down and perches on the avian helmet now worn by Denizia. At this very moment in between the breasts of the beauty, a slight glow emanates, while the witch's hands away from each other, Sky launched in a scream. Immediately, the light sparkles like a volcano lighting up the chest of the young lady. Then, the incredible occurs. As a paranormal childbirth, a human form can be sensed in an aura of light. First a tiny fairy-like, a diaphanous form grow, suspended in the air of the twilight.
Here are Yuna and Ditratos’s voices. They look at each other alert. Indeed, the twilight is now recognized to be the most active moment among the disciples of the first demon of hell, Lilith.
Meanwhile, on the threshold of the portal of these infernal worlds, the fairy Morhygan watches vigilantly. Suddenly, the veil is torn and the invasion unleashed. First dozens, then hundreds of winged dark creatures unfold in the twilight sky, spewed out of the slot supernatural. A quick count, Morhygan considers the forces at play, “A two hundred-cons, and finally an interesting challenge!” she says calmly.
On the same breath, she visualizes, thanks to its polymorph, and voila! In a burst of magical light an intriguing succubus demon incarnate. Amazing how a charismatic fairy can make misfortunes in a legion of demons. Very smart, she flies from a group to the other above the where forest stands the ritual of her beloved witch. Reflecting the evilness that surrounds her, Morhygan with her succubus body displays her talents disturbing rumors, confusing lies, deadly jealousy, revolting deceit, shocking betrayals, destructive thoughts are paired with a suicidal decadence. (In short, the fairies and thoughts are always in league, whatever the desires you want).
Chaos explodes among the succubus demons. Soon, infernal spells are exploding in the sky ravished with its night flesh ignite in a tornado of fire, blood and ashes of a demon. These are just merging into the trees of the forest.
Lower down these huge guardians, spreading their majestic branches the ritual of Denizia’s rebirth enters in the occult the hidden history of White Magic in America. At once the graceful winged woman split from Denizia flew with flexibility. Naked in the night, the new girl of the air seems so sure of her avian abilities. She flies to help her fairy guardian Morhygan.
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.”
“She is so beautiful, so... woman now... Ouch!” Yuna presses her fist on the lobe of the ear of her friend. “Ouch! Hey! It is a simple observation from an immortal on a mortal, that's all!”
“Yeah, yeah! Course! You're so convincing, my dear friend!” boasting a casual and confident posture herself, Yuna with her fists on her hips looks after her friend's shoulder.
Certainly, but immortal, as they say humans here, so teen!
“I know, it is the price to pay to attend a fairy rebel.” Toward his fairy twinkling of an eye, suddenly a supernatural cry rang from the depths of the forest. “Quick! Let's go!” he said.
“I leave a spell of protection to let them rest and I'll join you soon!
Once it appears, the magic mirror is crossed by two watchmen and volatilizes into the invisible again.
