Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (7)

CHAPTER IV: FELLOWSHIP FIELDS (7)

Hundreds of miles away, Pasithea, Iram and Gladio crossed between the most beautiful prairies that allocated in the meadows of the island’s south ways. A place where earth whispered to heaven, the natural ridge of eternity. Upon the lands of the afterworld, where the sky and ground united as one. A sophisticated nature, dancing around the answered prayers. The marvelous fields of ponder and relieve. The narrow paths of nether and yield; those which display wisdom amongst the intensity of its walks; beneath purplish fellows, and uplifting fay. Under caves of hidden robes, and redeemed rising realms. Along the trace of the talking gnomes, and parlant* trees. Above the truth unnoticed, unveiled for the human eye. For the mortals must vanished their desires; proclaim death for the ego, if it´s indeed their wish to arrive upon the golden goblin´s land. For why bother to get thy message of voids from the banjo of the dragon, when you can´t even lens the channels of within.

The woman was lost in the walk of the divine trees. Those that sprouted the effulgence of divine leaves with the strangest compositions that the woman had ever treasured. Her beauty radiated singular and sincere. Her paths blossomed before her, while the light accompanied her in that sight of the men, who walked behind her, both smiling.

"This is the strangest birthday I've ever had," exclaims Iram.

"I can imagine that, Lord Iram," Gladio exclaims. "Excuse me again for attacking you."

"Okay," exclaims Iram. "I would have done the same if it had been my father."

"What's with him, sir?" Gladio exclaims. "That is to say, the lady is very beautiful, I suppose that was what led to her being against her father for her."

"If that? No, none of that. " Iram replies.

"Then why did you decide to help her against her father?" Gladio responds. "Against her kingdom?"

"I already told you, he is the victim of an injustice." exclaims Iram. “An injustice committed in the kingdom of the northern god. Help her because you hated that kingdom, and you hated to see its injustices. I suppose I can feel sorry for her, since I have also been a victim of them. "

"Everything is so confusing to me," Gladio responds. Why is God Arach helping the northern kingdom then? The lady only says that she is a fugitive; one incriminated among the currents of injustice and deception and crimes. But what was the crime? Why all the fuss? "

"The queen of the north is dead," Iram replies, whispering.

Some currents began to shine between the eyes of both men, and a light began to whisper that between the nearby currents, a storm was approaching, before the walk of the improvised company.

"Or at least, that's what it seems to indicate," exclaims Iram. "It may not mean a big deal to you, but the murder of the Goddess of Light is the gravest act that has been seen on this island, possibly since its inception."

"My father told me about Marlina," exclaims Gladio. "She told me that she was evil, that her intentions were evil, and her charming and energetic face led all those around her to love her, and she ripped their hearts out, and broke them into pieces in front of them."

"A bit of an exaggeration, but he was right," exclaims Iram. “Although she could never do something like that to me. Even if I have tried. "

"Did you know her?" Gladio exclaims.

"Unfortunately I did," exclaims Iram.

"But how did she do it?" Gladio exclaims. "Aren't creatures from the north f*******n to go south and vice versa?"

“You should only know, that a betrayal has occurred in the middle of the two kingdoms,” exclaims Iram. “A betrayal that keeps happening. The gods will not rest until this betrayal is cleared up. And it is a danger to all creatures that they follow in the vile footsteps of the God of air. My father is blinded with revenge, but I don't believe in his intention; because I know where it was born. Pasithea must leave this island, and only then will this situation be advanced. "

"But what if he succeeds, prince?" Gladio exclaims. “What will happen next, with us? The case will continue, and the fury of the southern creatures will be revealed. This is not good sir, because a war could be provoked. "

"The war was already started," exclaims Iram. “This battle is inevitable, as the gods will not be together for long. Not until the truth is revealed. They believe that they fight for the same cause, but when Pasithea leaves, my father will realize his brother's lie. Well, I'm sure the betrayal comes from him. It's a Gladio strategy; a strategy for the north to reach the south. And my father is convinced that the murderer is a mortal, and he plays with her mind. How can a mortal take the life of a goddess? It is impossible! And what bothers me the most, is that all this war and this brawl, has been started, induced, aggravated and made because of that liar, hypocrite, liar, and thief Goddess of the–

"Raisins!" Pasithea interrupts, emerging from a bush. "I found a fruit full of raisins friends!"

The company then approached a set of large, looped bushes. Its roots were ancient, and its leaves were lost in a strange orange path. In one corner was a field full of raisins. And in the middle of the trees, a strange and deep path shrunk; entering the deep and dark layers of the lost forest.

"Isn't this place amazing!" Pasithea exclaims.

"Except for the fields of Halcyon, I must acknowledge the unsurpassed beauty of this land," exclaims Iram. "Is this what so many Southerners fear?"

"We are still in the Company Fields, my companions." Gladio exclaims.

"What?" Iram replies. "So where is the road you say leads to the shores?"

Gladio raised his hand, and pointed towards the dark and desolate path that was lost among the unequaled currents of a deep and sinister blow. The path was lost from vision to distance, and the trees seemed to bend toward the testimony of a dark and gloomy path.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" exclaims Iram, lighting his fist. "Don't tell me now that you're afraid of the dark!"

The prince of the south was the first to walk, taking his firm and abrupt steps. Both of his fists were lit with a violet light that radiated from his colorful strength. Light was gathering in its form, and when it took its first step, a small creature quickly emerged from the bushes; Gladio drew his ax, the woman her mirror, and the prince of the south released a small burst of light, but it was absorbed by the tiny being.

"Welcome to the entrance to the Forest of Secrets," the being responds. "What are your intentions in crossing this lane hidden from common eyes?"

“We – we want to cross to the shores of the secret,” Gladio exclaims. "Is the road available?"

The creature begins to laugh softly. He had a hat for the cold, with orange, white, and green fabrics. She had a garment, which was too long for her; it covered her arms and knees, and was woven with a precious fabric; full of psychic colors, also derived from green and white. Some lines with strange and squared symbols, which accompanied the strange designs of the creature. They couldn't identify if it was a boy or a girl.

"To get to the shores of the secret, they must pay with wares to their owner." exclaims the being. "The hidden forest path is unique, and therefore your payment must be unique as such in pride, and in wealth."

"What the hell are you talking about?" exclaims Iram. “The southern shores belong to all those of the south! And if in any case there must be someone who owns this land, it would be me and my father, the God of Plasma! In the name of the royalty of Aravir! "

"Aravir?" asks being.

"The southern kingdom!" exclaims Iram.

"The south knows no kingdoms, even if these kingdoms know the south." the creature responds. "The shores are not of the gods, but of those who have found the door to the real deity."

"Follow me." the creature continues. “I have never seen such strange company. Nor had he seen a fellowship as such. Perhaps, she’ll know how to find a value, in between you. "