Island of Adnia: Origins

CHAPTER VII: BEGINNING OF ALL ENDS (1)

  CHAPTER VII: BEGINNING OF ALL ENDS (1)

And so, the hundredth day of had finally arrived; Marlina got ready, hesitant. She took the best suit she had in her marvelous wardrobe; it had been used only once. The same golden suit, with which the island received her first steps, upon that distant, forgotten day. Designed by her mother in the past generation, although, preserved and gifted by her brother; the architect of life, whom could already be felt; as his sacred energy approaches, to sentence his divine purposes.

      She left her wooden cottage; the rays of the mornings shone upon her walk, those that illuminated her way. Nervously, she raised her gaze towards the distant center of the region, and contemplated in greater detail the majesty of the Venerable Tree, now impossible not to perceive, for it was imposing over the vituperate heights of the island.

      She chose a path that led directly to her destination, where there were no glistening meadows; no lucid trees, and the depths of the wild was the main argument of her journey. And although it was dangerous, the stubbornness for her long awaited task was stronger; the initiation her beatific kingdom, for her mind understood clearly, this was about to flourish in her reality. Everything now, relied on her decisions.

     Approaching the end of the foliage she was crossing, she saw the center of the region at a close range; as she felt an anxiety never experienced before. She was a few miles from the giant tree, and she could see the silhouettes of four beings; static, contemplating the woman as she began to descend gracefully from the heights of the deep hill. And from there, the preciousness of the goddess was mulled; a classic refined walk. Parading her dress, and a posture worthy of the New Queen of Adnia.

     "It's her," exclaims Amsiret, agitated. “She has arrived, sir.”

    "Get ready, then," replies Elgoneth, looking at her sister. “The final choice is upon us, as the new nation is already here.”

    "And the new king, too," exclaims Arac.

      The woman finishes descending the hill, and reaches the place where they were gathered; under the immense shadow of the sacred tree. The ancestral origin, of the new empire.

    "Welcome, my sister," exclaims the god, bowing down and giving her a kiss on the goddess's hand. “Your time has come.”

  “It seems so, my brother.” replies Marlina.

   “Did you had fun?” asks Elgoneth.

   "I did," the woman replies, “although, I can't believe how rapidly has all happened.”

    Elgoneth then, raised his right hand, and immediately, Amsiret, Arac and Emerita took three steps back. She led her sister to a nearby log, where she would make her final decision.

   “On top of this trunk, divinely cut, I’ve placed the two silver rings assigned to the eternal kings of Adnia. Here relies the decision of a destiny, and the four founders of it, will witness this legendary resolution; along me, the father of life. And with this historic choice, the beginning of the new nation will arise. We´ll be the testimony, of the prerogative birth of the light, from the biggest empire, through you, Marlina. We will be seven steps away, which constitutes the seven instants I will give you to make your choice, starting off, right now.”

     The goddess of light did know what to do. Her hands were shaking. Her body was reeling. Her mindset boiled with anguish and tension. A suffocating feeling of overwhelm took over her indecision; a lump in her throat seized incessantly, knowing she would take an irrevocable path.

     It was too early to make a choice; both brothers dwelt in her thoughts, and in the true feelings of the woman. The god of the air dominated in her mind and awareness; the god of plasma, dominated in her heart and passions.

    The goddess grabbed one of the silver rings, and placed it on her finger. She grabbed the other with her right hand, and left it resting in her palm; with her open hand, she walked her seven steps, but she looked only to the king's ring, with a bowed gaze. And when she reached the seventh one, she lifer her face; the god of plasma was in front of her. She looked him straight in the eyes, and shifted her gaze to the left. She takes two steps in that direction, bows her head just a little, as she delicately grasps the hand of the god of the air, and places the king´s ring, upon his finger.

   "I created an impossible tree just for you! Legendary among these lands!"  says Arac, shouting. “We establish our love last night! You promised me your heart! Would you like to explain, what the hell are you doing?!”

   "Arac, please, calm down," says Elgoneth.

   "No, no!” shouts Arac. “My lord, this is a mistake! You're going to regret this the rest of your life! Are you listening to me Marlina?! You're going to pay dearly for this!”

     Dark clouds invade the place. The grayish firmament suddenly covered the zone, and a purple storm raged fiercely above the giant tree. The god of plasma recharged his soul with obscure powers. His eyes turned into dark tones; his hands sprouted currents with purple flashes. His mind was blocked, and although everyone was ready for the apparent attack of the impotent god, he simply stops his anger, turned around, and lost himself in the depths of the forest, at full run.  

    Emerita, almost without thinking, left the place too, as she followed the magenta trail of god’s steps; she could feel his pain with evenness, and decided to find him before the concern of a tragedy actually occurs.

    The anger of heaven suddenly ceased; calm returned hastily to the place, and the three remaining beings felt an immediate harmony; for their visions, focus on the beginning of the new great nation.

   "Don't worry about Arac," says Elgoneth. “I would talk with him, and I'll take care of fixing his fears. It is normal for him to react this way. In fact, I expected worse. Now, you must rivet your attention upon what’s truly important: the birth of your new empire, the forging of the angelic castle, eternal Kings of Adnia. I cannot be more proud of you.”

    "I give you my blessing," continues the supreme god, "and remember, this land will always be protected by me. You must not forget the god of plasma, as he will be the future general of the army from this kingdom, and therefore, necessary to maintain its balance.”

 The god of life converted himself wondrously in the form of a magnificent sphere of light. He elevates one hundred and fifty warriors; birth from sand and leaves, as the protectors of the kings. Coming from the west, towards the center of the region. And upon reaching it, the glowing spirit of the Architect of Life dissolve into thousand energies, which integrated quickly into the underground; ascended simultaneously from below, and in the presence of a prophetic vanilla sky, the miraculous columns of a new castle emerged from the sacred lands, as trembling structures solidified themselves above the impossible.

The scintillate hope of the stirred spirit took over the place, straying out of thought and time. And so, the promised fortress of Adnia, was born. Initiating the fief of the new kings, bordering the surroundings of the mythical sacred tree; placing the venerable lushness in the center of the castle. Thus, the legacy, the great realm, the prolific kingdom, began in awe. The first one, of the renewed great generation.

 "My time here is over," exclaims Elgoneth, proudly. “So I declared upon this day, the 19th Morning of the Gont Cylce, Noul I; Seul I, of this new great generation the second age! May the promised Kingdom of Adnia, begin!

    The supreme god began to rise in the warm heights, as he vanishes slowly in the wind. Marlina and Amsiret then, gave each other a fraternal hug, as they contemplate each other's eyes firmly. They could both see their blessed souls, dancing with joy through their gazes.

   "I’d probably shouldn’t ask you this," exclaims Amsiret, “but I know I must. Why did you choose me?”

“I’ve chosen you, because I see a future with you, my king.” responds Marlina. “I’ve chosen you, because through your eyes, I lose myself in the ringing from the bells of our kingdom. Don’t you listen to them too? I see stability, I see home, I see family. Your heart is pure; your intentions are loyal. You’re the realest one, for this mission we both have been assigned. To forge this empire, I need to feel safe, and I know you are the one who help me sustain against all disdain, forever. Over our worst nightmares, over our best dreams. I am not going to deny that Arac managed to captivate my heart, but this duty of ours goes beyond feelings, goes beyond passions. It goes beyond excessive desires, or capricious illusions. This duty, is a duty of souls.  This journey, is a journey of royal paths. This mission, is a mission of destiny. A destiny of kings, those who will project clear visions, and rise in the name of security. And I’ve never felt so secure of someone, as I feel when I’m with you. The wind has whispered it. My intuition told me already. Amsiret, you are, the true King of Adnia.”