CHAPTER II: NOSTALGIA FOR THE NIGHT (7)
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CHAPTER II: NOSTALGIA FOR THE NIGHT (7)
The great celebration took place in the furthest wooden lounge from town; the people from the blessed leaves needed to cross above the suspension bridges of the great southern trees. The Tavern of Maúl, was lost in a showy nightfall. The stars were the brightest, the most beautiful among winter paintings. Several secret bridges, and above passageways connected from the forest to the tavern. And all the people took the paths, along some guidance, in the presence of the goddesses Rhea and Gisma* and their magnificent brilliance of glorious moonshine. Between the vicissitude of a legendary night. Leyra went as well, dressed in her alluring celestial garment; alongside her companion, the great wizard, for the consecration of his unforgettable event.
They crossed the tree bridges, until they came to the entrance of a huge household suspended around the deep bushes; held by the branches of the sacred forest. The hanging roads of Zaragad had been traversed by the town, and the great festival was taking place. Upon the insides of it, dozens of musicians were asserting freely. Like various dancers, and the best singers of the Elven Sonora conveyed honor and optimism.
Among the nearby gleaming fine and detailed tables, were the two royal servers. Suited for the upcoming ceremony.
"Your time will come sooner than I thought!" exclaims Leyra.
"I can't believe it," responds Gėovan. "How do I look?"
"Worthy of an unbidden award. " responds Leyra. "I cannot be more proud of you."
"It's what I’ve always dreamed of," exclaims the man.
"I know," Leyra responds. "Look, here comes the host!"
Suddenly, the music stopped. The dance was interrupted, and the people of the great festival settled into their chairs and tables; including some of the royal ones. Ready to receive, the announcement and composition of a new recognition. A tall elf prostrated himself before a large dais, at the gazes of all those serene people around the beatific city; the impressive event of heroism, and vivid moment of the council warriors, were about to flourish in grateful waves.
“Friends of the beautiful inheritance,” exclaims the host, “as you already know, we have all gathered in friendship and union, upon the rooms from this evening of gala, to commemorate the unmeasured accomplishments of today’s doomed battle by three brave warriors. Miss Margaredt, with her great coordination in the forefront of the attack., and perseverance of the order in the wall group. Miss Leyra, for her gigantic carefulness for all refugees and their families, and her impressive stamina around pressure; plus, an incredible protection of the prodigy boy; the son of Counselor Lescott, and his beloved Tilcia. But above all, we are here today to settle an honor, not seen for more than two hundred years. A powerful gallantry, reserved only for those of the great ascension; preempted by that leader, that everyone’s friend. That teacher, that family member, who despite not having in him the blood of elf, his spirit is the happiness for all of them. His fortitude is the reason why we can all be here tonight. And since this intelligent and vigilant man has stepped on this realm, the kingdom has felt safe, honored, protected, watched, and above all, loved by his incredible dedication and unsurmountable devotion.”
“Behold, The Great Copper Medallion*,” exclaims the man, raising his hands, “the sacred medal from Volume 5 of the Töran, as it will be awarded again, after so many years. And what better man to receive this historic act, than the best Solarian who has ever received these lands. Let's give a round of applause, to the new Clarice I, The Great Wizard Gėovan!"
Everyone started clapping as the wizard rose from his chair. His posture was firm, his walk was graceful and portentous. His gaze was filled with pride, as he climbed between the stages. Receiving his great medal, before everyone's eyes, as he rapidly understood, this would become the most epic moment of his entire life.
Elgoneth's daughter stared at the man carefully; although, restless and anxious. She was waiting for this moment all afternoon, and when the sorcerer began to grant his words of thankfulness and awe, the woman got up from her table, and slipped through the crowd quickly; much of which was still standing. She was searching for a place, but he couldn’t’ find it around the great tavern. And in the midst of her search, she came across the child she had saved in the morning; as an accidental move.
"Danilem!" exclaims Leyra. “I’m glad you’re here! Are you okay?”
"Yes ma'am, thank you." the child answers.
"Excellent!" says Leyra. “Before I forget, I have something for you!”
The woman began to rummage through her things, as she opened a bag from her hip. She took some things out of the bag, and while she was looking for the object, the boy did not take his eyes off a particular gleaming book.
"There you go!" exclaims the woman. "I made it myself before coming here!"
"Thank you, my lady," exclaims the child, “I don’t have a coat with this color. It is very cute."
"You're welcome!" exclaims the woman. “I'm glad you liked it, it's a coincidence that I found you. I'm a bit lost actually. Do you know where the private room of the Royal Council is? "
"Yes, ma'am" exclaims the child. "My father is there. Do you want me to take you there? "
"Please! You're going to save my life!" exclaims the woman.
"But if we go there, I'll put on my coat,” says the child. “That room is very cold."
The boy then, tried to put on his knitted coat with love and delicacy, but he got tangled up with it, and his head came out of one of the sleeves; the woman, laughing, leans over, and began to help the child to put it on, and in this, a redundant thought came to the little boy’s mind, which slipped as fresh words from his curious mouth.
"Ma'am, what does your book talks about?"
The woman was hypnotized; her mind went blank, as she had no idea what to answer.
"I’m sorry, I don't know what to tell you."
"Excuse me, ma'am"
"No, it's not a bad thing!" responds Leyra. “It’s the first time somebody has ask me that.”
“It talk about life. It talks about inspiration.” continues the woman. "If you want, I can tell you on the way."
The boy began to guide the woman through deep hallways, hidden from the vision of the event. Until they came to some steel gates with strange engravings. The boy knocked on the door, and they opened two grids that helped to look at them, and managed to identify the familiar faces. They opened the door quickly; the room was much smaller than the woman imagined. It was full of orange curtains; a bonfire locked in a small cage, next to incandescent candles. In the middle of the room laid a man; his look was deplorable. Stretched out upon a royal bed.
"Leyra, my daughter" exclaims the man, coughing. "I thought you would come later."
"How are you doing, Yeradoc?" asks Leyra.
"I'm better now that you're here."
The man then turned around; he recognized the two the royal councilors, and when he saw the presence of the child, he felt an immediate discomfort.
"Sirs, please give me a moment alone with the daughter of life" exclaims Count Yeradoc.
"Yes, master." reply the counts.
Once the door was closed, and the room was left for the two, the woman was able to sit on one of the benches in the right side of the bed, where she could appreciate better the major count's face. His condition was poor and more deteriorated than the woman had thought. His face was dry, and drooping, and the woman stood delirious in the man’s pain.
"Your night has finally come," exclaims Yeradoc.
"So it seems, my lord" responds Leyra.
"It seems it was yesterday when you came to these lands,” exclaims the man. “Do you remember?"
"Every moment, sir."
"You were a very young and lost woman," exclaims the man. “It's ironic, that this is exactly what you're going to go looking for now. Youth, divergence. "
"It is what worries me, my lord," answers Leyra. "I can't understand why my father is asking me for this at this point."
"Elgoneth is never wrong daughter" says the man. “He can anticipate sometimes, with prompt decisions that brings pain and demand for his children on earth and in heaven. But he always knows what he's doing."
"Do you think I will make it?"
“The Fountain of Minaar is the hardest place to find in Fëhler,” exclaims the man. “In fact, as I mentioned you early, to reach the depths of it you must find the hidden land that the Töran speaks of, which no one has ever been able to find. There are no witnesses to such a place, no lived stories of those who ever tried. Daughter, it is a lost mission among myths and legends, but if there’s anyone who can cross between the lines and paragraphs of these writings, it is you. Your father has chosen you for this, and if he whispers in your heart that you must reach the top of the invincible mountain, and find the secret chamber of the spirits, then it will be fulfilled. "
"Sir, but what will happen if I don't make it?" exclaims the woman. "I'm leaving this family behind; I'm leaving this home behind."
"Daughter, your home can never be left behind, and this one will not leave you either" exclaims the man. “And no matter what happens, it will always be with you. We will always be in your heart, because you have earned ours. You have done what you should do, you have blessed us with so much love, and you have supported us for all these years. I cannot be more grateful, to have shared these last years of mine, with the daughter of glory. Go in peace, my daughter. Go in blessing, from the royal council. "
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