Inhorèm: The Higher Elves

CHAPTER I: THE SECRET MOUNTAIN (2)

CHAPTER I: THE SECRET MOUNTAIN (2)

"Come," the spirit whispered.

The boy's face quickly changed to the palest pale he had ever had. His body was paralyzed, for from his room he could see an energy floating in white waves, around the glow of the spirit. His mind did not process what his eyes saw, or what his heart felt. Flooded with mystery, he decided to turn his gaze from him, and lay down on his bed quickly. He closing his eyes, paralyzed from the moment he opened them.

"You cannot get rid of a mind by closing your eyes," exclaims the spirit.

The voice cornered between the mind of the little boy, who lost the notion and control of his senses. He opened them by inertia, because he did not know what else to do, while the voice continued to whisper slowly and gently, that he will look out the window again.

"No fear, my little one," exclaims the spirit. "Your day has come."

The Nuno* slowly leaned out of the window, while he continued listening to the voice of that strange energy; but he didn't see his lips moving and yet he could hear it.

"How can you talk to me, without saying anything?"

"It is a gift gifted by the gods, my child." The creature exclaims. "It is in your mind that I exist, and it is in your mind that we can communicate better."

The boy then leaned out the window better, looked around, and upon perceiving the presence of the sweetened and magic-filled creature around him, he decided to leave slowly until his feet touched the coldness of the grass. from your yard. The boy looked around, and his vision seemed not to be correct. For he saw smells where he had not seen you before; details that he had not known before.

"I will show you the way," exclaims the spirit.

"Where?" exclaims the child.

"Where your heart wants to go the most."

The huge reindeer then gently turned around, as the spirit began to guide it between the nearby trees. The boy thought twice about following him, but it did not seem like a real threat. Sweetened amid the lights of the night goddesses of Rhea and Gisma, those moons of power and satiety, he decided to follow the elevated moose; keeping her distance from him.

He had never seen such a spectacular night; Entering the forest, he seemed to her that it was all the exact opposite of what his mother said. The vines were falling colorful. The blinds of the trees were intertwined between colors of purple and orange; the moonlight reflected a mystical singularity among caterpillars and glowing beetles. Nocturnal butterflies, who lit the way, and adorned the path of the spirit with a beauty inconceivable to his little mind.

"Tell me what is your name?" asks the spirit.

"Elenfev," the boy replies.

"Wow, it's the first time you've heard a name like this."

"I don't like it very much, let's say."

"Why's that?" exclaims the spirit. "Isn't that the name your parents chose for you?"

"My mother, she was the one who chose it."

"What about your father?" asks the spirit. "I'm sure it's an honor for him."

"I don't know my father." The child responds. "I never knew him."

A silence then seized the shadows through which they crossed; the trees then closed in the ca minus, and they seemed to begin to take an upward path. A coat dim and shiny at the same time then, it was reflected as a detail downspout of the huge mountain. Falling on a small line of the adjacent moon, glimpsing the mystical reflection of the infinities of stars.

"Who are you?" asks the child.

"Me?" asks the spirit, smiling. “Just a guardian of the forest. A guardian of the meadows. "

"My mother has always told me that these forests are enchanted." Exclaims the child. "Filled with evil spirits, dark energies."

"Well now that you're in it, does it really look like a dark forest to you?" asks the spirit.

The boy looked around, still trying to process whether or not what his mind was seeing was real. The beauty of the surroundings was undeniable; in his life she had seen so many creatures, not so much beauty contained in one place.

“Earthlings are sometimes beings who are dominated by fear, and the unknown,” exclaims the spirit, “but my child, that is where the magic is. This is where beauty is found. "

The guide then took a small turn to the left of the lagoon, taking paths away from the lagoon, and entering the entrance of what appeared to be an elevated path. The spirit then got off the moose, and the boy saw his legs blur and vanish like a white dress between the air and the night. Floating between the mysticism and physicality of the terrain. His presence was high, his face not very visible, and leaves and branches that were near him flew around him.

"Well, Elenfev, we must make our way upward," exclaims the spirit. "You have to ascend this path, the Inrulel Path."

"What will happen to the moose?" exclaims the child.

"He will not be able to accompany us on this path," exclaims the spirit. "He must remain free, from now on."

The boy continued on, before seeing the moose slowly lose itself into the darkness and shadows of the forest. He looked back at his forehead, and his guidance then remained guiding the way forward. The steps were heavier; more and more difficult, and his being clouded on the way, while the mist began to prostrate its first layers of the mountain.

"I can't see well," exclaims the boy. "Where are you taking me?"

"Where do you think we are?" exclaims the spirit. “Do you or do you recognize this path from the legends? This is the way to get to the secret mountain. Isn't the land of the higher elves what you most want to know? "

"Yes it is, but I don't know" exclaimed the child. "He's getting creepy."

"It's a long, cloudy road." Exclaims the spirit. “You just have to be careful. That's what I'm here for. "

As they rose up the road, the ground grew rougher. The more the boy took his steps, the more the branches seemed to break apart. The road was turning gray, and less glimpsed; but suddenly, among the hills of uncertainty, a cascade of clouds was seen falling on the parallel of the mountain. There then the spirit stopped, waiting for his companion.

"Look from afar, child," exclaims the spirit.

The boy then approached, and saw the small cliff. An extension of the closed path, which allowed to breathe cleaner air. And when the boy looked out, he could see his land from a distance. He could appreciate the showiness of the night; illuminated between the laurels of the divine waterfall. The forests full of luminous insects, and in the distance, a set of beautiful villas. A set of humble houses all in the shape of giant mushrooms.

"That's Riu!" exclaims the child. "That is my home!"

"It is the best place to see the Town of Ilein *," exclaims the spirit, "and the north of the Norest Country."

"It is the most light-filled night I have ever seen in my life," exclaims the boy. “It is a true miracle. And wait, Ileín, what does that mean? "

“It is the abbreviation for the na–

Suddenly, a screech interrupted in the vicinity of duality. A roar of the wind whispered from the vicinity of the companions. A phantom darkness approaching in the presence of the night. The boy did not see correctly, and in a blink of an eye a dark force passed before him; taking away his vision. Taking down the giant spirit. And while his ears were the only thing that persisted as a servant, a terrible scream immediately followed.

"Gorlrog! Gorlrog among us! " exclaims the spirit.