CHAPTER II: NOSTALGIA FOR THE NIGHT (1)
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CHAPTER II: NOSTALGIA FOR THE NIGHT (1)
Once every nine to ten rimmers, the throat of the great river freezes. Or at least, the upper side of the fountains from the sacred tabernacle does. The suspended borders of magic airs condensed rapidly into crystal waters, providing a class of spectacle for the preciousness of the inner plot of an icy fairy yarns. Wintertide fell as an eminence. The visits were reduced to the only necessary, and the supply channels were again over the bluish kingdom; now covered with long snow, and whiffs of tribulation.
The woman foresaw it, for the certainty of change was evident. She moved in the quiet of the morning, over some nearby meadows amid the friendly initiative of the day, as she heads towards the outsides of a big academy. There, the woman taught, with great values and lessons to the children of the elves. Those who learned from the mercy of their history; narrated by the fire steward, who supported the passion of her friend Gėovan, the Clarice, who had established the academy for three years, with the help of humble meetings, and a small bonfire. Around them, he professed his greatest devotion: education. And a hidden talent, for he glimpsed with the beautiful seneschal upon the minds of the children of the future. The young lady, stood helpful for the cause of the great sorcerer.
"Miss Leyra, how was the city created?" asks a child, within a circle of many of them.
“There are many stories about how the hidden city was created,” exclaims Leyra. “But without a doubt, my favorite is the one spoken by the ancient prophets in the bonfires of ancient fables, the ones about the clear nights of the eleven skies, where they narrate how Zaragad was created over a cloud, and in a troubled storm, this cloud was caught by a mountain who was genuinely in love; and since this is was a sacred cloud, the mountain held it for its beauty, and henceforth, they could never flee away from their bond; the mountain allowed the cloud the best view, and the cloud returned devotion to the mountain with the great city. So it remained here, suspended between the loveliest winds, and the highest lands."
“Zaragad then,” continues the woman, “was docked to the rear banks of the mountain, and its cold hidden waterfalls gently covered her heart; the high wind turned into holy waters, and thus, the royal currents were created! Those that adorn the great council, like gentle and divine rivers of the white firmament."
"Now, these currents are frozen in the air, because as you already know, they predict the coldest cycle of winter, the Ínfini Cycle," the woman continues. “It is our coldest period; the gelid point, outside of nature, and within it. Therefore, we must take care of what we feed in our minds, for we are not outside of nature, we are it. We must stay together and strong, because if we scatter, the cold will freeze us heavily, like rain of hail on the ancestral stones. We must believe in the light, for the harvest now, remains protected in order to flourish afterwards. As a beautiful afterglow"
“This is why we prune and dread our greens in summer,” continues Leyra, “because it reenergizes the plants, and prepares them to the famish of the winter.”
“Miss Leyra, I have a question!” says a little girl. “Who wrote the Töran?”
“Oh baby, that’s a great question!” responds Leyra. “Nobody knows for sure, although, some believe it was written by Queen Eleanor. And if you want my opinion, I got to say, I also believe it was her!”
“How do you know?” asks the little girl.
“Because it’s impeccable!” respond Leyra. “It’s neat, ordered, and magically written with a strong voice, and a fiercely heart. It also bouts with her described thoughts and ideas. Concepts that I believe could only ran on her blood. The Töran has a beautiful energy, and fascinating imagery. That´s why everyone says all children shall read it.”
“But I don’t like to read Miss Leyra!” says the girl.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be keen to do so,” exclaims Leyra, “but everybody reads, if there’s a great story to tell. You do it now, and you´ll be proud of yourself when you become brave adults. Plus, it has everything you could imagine!”
“Um, like blue dragons?” asked a boy.
“Indeed, all seven lineages of them.” responds Leyra.
“What?!” exclaims a boy. “How?”
“I´m not going to spoil it!” responds the young woman.
“What about a princess, Miss Leyra?” exclaims a girl. “Is there any princess?”
“Princesses and queens,” responds Leyra, “old battlefields, and forgotten kingdoms. Aged beasts of the unknown, and challenges upon giants and orcs. All those who Queen Eleanor faced, and survived, with her will, and courage.”
“Whoa” exclaimed the group of children.
“Now, I must go with Teacher Gėovan, okay?” says Leyra. “Give the book a try someday!”
“No!” shouted one of the boys in the crowd. “Please don’t go now Miss Leyra!
“Yes, don’t go Miss Leyra!” exclaimed one of the girls. “We want to know more!”
“Guys, let´s give Miss Leyra a break, shall we?” exclaimed Gėovan, as he approaches. “She has been with you all morning, it’s her time to rest. Say goodbye to her!”
“Bye Miss Leyra!” shouted the kids.
“Buy my kids! Don´t worry I will come tomo–
“Let’s get out of here” whispers Gėovan, as he tries to cover her mouth.
“What are you doing?!” says Leyra, laughing. “Gėovan, stop!”
“I’ve waited all morning to take a walk with you!” says Gėovan. “And I won’t let some intense kiddos interrupt the only time I’ve with my friend!”
“Gėovan, are you crazy?” says Leyra, with a smile.
“Just a bit,” exclaims the man, as they started walking. “It’s just, I want to talk to you about something.”
“Well then, tell me.” exclaims Leyra, with a curious look. “What is this thing you’re so desperate to talk about?”
“I do–don’t, really know where to star.” exclaims Gėovan. “Is just, you know, it has been what, nine, ten years since you arrived?”
“I haven’t thought about that,” says Leyra. “Is quite some time! Isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is,” says Gėovan. “And I, am. Well, we–
“If you´re trying to tell me that you’re grateful for our friendship, I am too!” exclaims Leyra.
“Well, yes, but–
“I mean, it hasn’t felt so long,” continues the woman. “And you know, what a better way to spent this time here, with all this amazing fellows I’ve made! Starting with you!”
Gėovan then, inclined his face a little, and stood quiet.
“What happens?” asks Leyra.
“Nothing, is just, I want to lo–
“Royal servers! Where the heck have you two been?!” shouts a voice in the distance. “I was looking for you everywhere!”
“Byron?” exclaims Leyra.
“I’m sorry sir, we lately stay here in the outskirts of the academy,” exclaims Gėovan. “It’s more fun for the kids! What’s wrong?”
“You will have to follow me, right now!” exclaims Count Byron. “Master Yeradoc is requiring your presence, for he needs to talk to you, immediately!”
“Well, it does sound kind of urgent.” says Leyra. “There´s really no problem for me, but you know we were having finally a break, and Gėovan wanted to tell me something abou–
“It seems indeed an urgent thing! We sh–shall go!” exclaims Gėovan. “Besides, I haven´t heard about the Master in plenty of days. Is everything okay?
“A terrible malice awakes within the depths of Eldrįner,” says Count Byron. “We have no time! Come with me!”
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