Island of Adnia: Origins

EPILOGUE

Epilogue

Arriving the sixtieth day, the exiles reached the serenity of the coast, just as the Architect of life promised to them; after proving their faith wasn´t unshaken by tribulations and yield. They found the ruins of a castle, covered with geriatric structures and fallen columns. The roots appropriated the ancient pillars. Empty chests around the corners; rotten relics everywhere, with mold and dampness corrupting the obnoxious place. Its conditions were not the healthiest, but nature sprouted unique flowers as signs to illuminate the path for the renewed faith of the new natives; blue roses, which enlightened the beautiful shine of certainty.

Marlina foretold the rails of truth. She wandered with her people, upon the brink of hopelessness, before she got to the other side. Leading them towards the entrances of the cold insolvency of the forgotten kingdom. And over the outlook, poured out in anguish and grief, she tried to uphold some of the fallen columns, but the ruins were so integrated into the roots of discord, that the light of her heart couldn’t project off easily.

The environment was of desolation, apathetic. The energies of the place whispered to the awareness of the women; whispering her a terrible act, lost over the winters of the past. A f*******n event; hidden between myths and legends. The land begged the need of her new love. Her mind was terrified, but her intuition enhanced her. Presenting the awaited way, displaying an eternity. Completely rediscovered by a new nature. A new generation. A new hope.

     In the vicinity of the castle, there was a dried out river. The woman realized that, in distant times, the runoff of this river allowed the flow of the waters inside the castle; a series of channels that would most likely served as the ways for small streams to reach the natives’ homes.

     She took advantage of dry canals, and the concept of the ancient nation, to reappear the channeling for the waters of the river; as it could serve for the healthiness of her people. She went to the foundations of the river; lift her gaze above as she raised her right hand, and while her fist involved in a portentous blue light she exclaimed,

    ﴾ITHILIĖM AINĀ ﴿

    An intense sapphire energy sprang delicately from the divine mirror, and entered the center of the arid foundation; right in the nucleus of the stream. An aquatic mass began to emerge frfom the soil, gradually; hidden among the ancestral lands, for incalculable amounts of years.

     When it completely filled the depths of the stream, the waters of began to overflow gently over the surface. The goddess was right there, along with some soldiers. She closed her eyes, and her hair began to float on its own; undulating finely, and from it, arose a set of celestial lights, which oscillated sacredly towards the right hand of the goddess. She opened her eyes again; her pupils danced as forces from the indigo realm; of heavenly proportions. And as if the following words had been born from her heart, she exclaimed.

  ﴾ ITHILIĖM SPEIL ﴿

  The currents of the overflowing eaters began to move among the lands, generating a tributary that quickly began to join in the previously established channels. Allowing the natural rebirth of the great river by the Goddess of Light; baptizing it, as the Eroelle River. Guaranteeing the sustainability for the days of her exiled and battered nation. Thus, establishing the foundations of a new civilization. Reassuring the continuity of the kingdom, the stability for her people. Although, melancholy seized the queen, for the heavy liability of life did not stop weighing on her; a breach in her consciousness. A guilt she felt for everything that happened. The bodies that had fallen, the souls that had ceased, the lives that had been lost. Her decision had triggered the impending chaos. The future of his kingdom was now uncertain, as it only remained to vent the pain.

Days of confusion passed by; uneasiness invaded the kingdom. Howbeit, the king was ready to be free. With his eyes steady; waking to a renewed dream. All sorrow, was felt already. The queen, on her part, was still screaming, when the void told her to hush. Drowning in her thoughts; although, as long as she was breathing, she was ready to face the mystery of the unknown. As she awaited the arrival of her king, whom was still descending the northern winds of the mountain side. Along with the architect of life; returning from their fellowship on top of the island. From the awakening of the beast. Arousing the allowance of destruction. The prelude, of a newfangled battled, covered with anarchy and despair. The reprisal of a great war. The revenge, from the Kings of Adnia.