Albian replied, “This is Pax. A peaceful realm very few have ever witnessed. You are the only reason we are here. It was the power in you that led us here, and the power in you that allowed us entry.”
“I don't understand. If you could never get here, how do you know it was me and some kind of power I possess.”
He pointed a finger in the air, “Books, my dear. Books. There is much legend that is written about the existence of this place.”
“That doesn't sound right., Evrah replied. "If it is such a secret, and hard to find, how would someone know it existed enough to write about it?”
“There are many things you do not yet know, but I will say this, your lineage is why we are here. It is the ancients that gained us entry. It is that tie to the past, that you must embrace in order to save the future.”
Evrah shook her head, “More cryptic talk. Can you tell me what that means, 'my tie to the past'?”
A soft almost musical voice spoke from behind her.
“Evrah, wisdom comes with age and experience, therefore the knowledge you seek will not be given freely. Each day a new lesson brings experience and with it knowledge.”
Evrah turned and stumbled backward, landing on her butt in the grass. Her gaze never left the creature in front of her. She had expected to see a woman, speaking to her. There, in front of her, was a wall of amazing white fur, covering a very toned and built frame. Silver mane and tail that almost outshone the golden twisted horn at the top of the head.
“Can't be...” she whispered in astonishment.
The creature nudged her knee, “As Albian said, there are many things you do not know.”
Evrah sputtered, “But...But...Unicorns were...I mean, I've always been told...there were none of you left.”
She stared in wide-eyed wonder at the beast before watching every move she made. It was as if the creature smiled before she tilted her head, telling Evrah to look behind her. When she followed, she was more surprised than ever. Still sitting on the ground, she turned her head to see behind her and there they were.
What this unicorn wanted her to see.
As if to emphasize her point on how much she didn't actually know. Stupid Human. A sea of gold and silver painted across white in the forefront of a dark green and colorful backdrop. The beauty of this place dimmed when they emerged, casting into a softer shade of hues. Everything around them was a blur of color and smudges against the angelic glow of the beasts. They stood tall with pride and elegance. As if they knew how beautiful they were and what a blessing their presence gave to others yet exuding a peace that calmed the most chaotic soul.
A tear ran down Evrah's cheek as she muffled a cry and closed her eyes. This beauty was not meant for the eyes of the human. This was something only to be felt by the soul. She was glad she was seated, for she knew that she would not have been able to stand before them. The spiritual presence reverberating off them was too much for her body to endure. It was then she realized, something was amiss.
She couldn't feel her body.
All she felt was the innermost part of herself. Her essence of what resided within her had exploded, leaving only her soul to maneuver through the place.
There were no words to describe it.
She could feel herself changing but she couldn't get down the shape of it. It was large and strong, yet light as air. Evrah ascended. She could almost feel the wind in her face. Could almost feel the warmth of the sun upon her. Evrah was almost there.
The dark blue fading into light blue to white. So much white, almost burning. She kept going. It was so close she could feel it. It got brighter still, too bright. She pushed forward, just a little left. She burst through the brightness of white until she collided with every color of the rainbow into an explosion of light and dark until it was gone.
Evrah opened her eyes and glanced around.
Above her hung the majestic mix of blues and white, cascading downward into darker hues of greens and browns, slowly fading into the softer colors she laid upon. She blinked a few moments taking in the feel of her skin upon her bones and the twitching muscles surrounding them.
She was back in her own body, whole and unhurt, cleansed of things that ailed her before. No more pain, more soreness and no more sadness. The memories remained but the agony they caused has ceased. She felt born anew in this old frame.
Without looking for them, she asked “Am I dead?”
She heard that musical tone and realized the unicorn who had spoken before lay in the grass next to her and answered her question.
“No, my dear, you are not.”
She turned her head toward the magnificent beast, “Then what happened?”
“The power within has been awakened, that is all.”
Evrah scoffed, “That is all?”, she laughed a bit. “You say that as if, It was a small insignificant matter.”
She rolled onto her side and took up a sitting position, glancing around. Albian and Foxfire sat a few feet away, and the herd was gone. In fact, all the animals she had spotted before were gone. It was just the four of them.
Her gaze went back to the unicorn.
“I am confused yet I am at peace. Can someone please feel me in?”
The unicorn spoke, “I can tell you what I can.”“Can you start with who you are? Do you have a name?”The unicorn laughed but it sounded like a small song playing, “All creatures have a name, child. I can tell you my lower realm name, which is Sylvrmane, but I cannot tell you my spiritual name.”She scratched her head, “Spiritual name?”“Yes, every creature ever created has a spiritual name and a lower realm name. Your lower realm name is, Evrah. That is what you are known by in the lower realms.”“And what is my spiritual name?”“I cannot tell you that...But you already know.”She looked at every face around her, searching for answers or at least further comment but nothing. Everyone was quiet.“I think you are mistaken. I am Evrah Evergreen. That is the only name I have. That is who I am.”Sylvrmane shook her head, “It is not. Your spiritual name is there, inside you. It is the essence of who you are and when the time is right, it will reveal itself to you. Beware Evrah, it is a nam
Evarh awakened with a mouth full of dirt and a twinge in her leg. Sputtering, she pushed herself onto her knees and looked around. Nothing was familiar to her. Yet another place she knew nothing about. Albian and Foxfire lay a few feet away and seemed to be awakening as well.The sun was low behind the staggering trees surrounding them. Here and there you could hear the early rustling of the night animals creeping from their dens into the shadows. Night birds began their melody, coaxing day dwellers to sleep and alerting the night walkers, the all was clear.Evrah dusted herself free of the dirt and grass. For the first time, she noticed that her body had been healed and her clothes looked brand new. Even her worn-out dirty boots were as shiny and tough as the day she received them seven years ago, yet they still had that well-worn comfortable feeling.Her focus went to Albian when he spoke.“Evrah, we must be going. We cannot linger here.”She glanced around, searching for a threat t
Vhalos, lost in his magic, watched as the spell swam into focus within his crystal ball. Images of his aspirations coming to life before him. The smokey pictures of what was to come flashed and filled with color as they blurred into existence. His hands gripped the crystal ball tighter, leaning closer for a better look.“Where is she? I must find her.”The possibilities of his greatest triumph were within reach and he could already taste the sweetness of victory. If only he could find her...the key...She was the final ingredient missing from the universe bending to his will.He watched as the magic revealed the out-linings of the continent, closing in on a more prominent place. Lands passed by like time, getting ever closer to the final destination. Finally, his vision burst through a hazy sky, acreage, and landscapes pouring into view. Splotches of color took on more definite shapes, as it moved closer still. Forrest animals, big and small, taking shape, giving clues of location. The
“I am not sure I am ready for this,” Albian whispered.Beyond the glow of the fire, passed the sheet of glass looking out, the world was changing, and he could do nothing to stop it. Brittle leaves, dying grass, and darker sunsets proved the ending of one season and the beginning of another. The burnt copper sky slowly gave way to the illumination of stars and cooler air, as the blinking butts of bugs sparked here and there fusing one day into the next.He could feel it coming...The lively noises of the village were coming to a close. The bustle of playing children, the closing of local shops, and the nesting of frolicsome animals traded the outdoors for something more comfortable. Each group, gathers their loved ones, making their way to their nightly destinations. Families headed home, travelers made their way to the pubs, and riff-raff took up space in dark walkways and shadowed places.Although this was a daily routine, the air was thick with anticipation.Something was amiss yet
This was not how she had imagined her day would go. Here, in her favorite place of peace and serenity when the days got stressful and hard. Tall trees offered shade from the blistering sun, and the cool wind cooling the skin and calming the soul.No, today it would be none of those things.This day, her sanctuary showed a revelation she knew was possible. A reality no one ever believed would come to pass. Perhaps it was unrealistic for a town of such peace to assume they were safe from chaos. Today's reality proves, no one can escape the oncoming war.War had come and chaos took over.Evrah stood, shaking, from head to toe, in a white-hot rage at the scene before her. Here, in the view of the eagle eye's nest atop Karlear Mountain. She was trapped with no way to stop the destruction in front of her.Forrest Keep, a once busy town so full of peace, but no longer.A place of vibrant villagers turned to nothing but scattering ants, running and screaming for their lives. Death upon wings
Albian had arrived just in time to see the smoke, hear the cries of the people, and taste the Dragon Fear. He watched as the daylight was slowly blotted out by huge wings, balls of fire, and a dark fog. It was almost dark as night, though sunset was still a few hours off.As he stood atop that hill, he cried at the scene before him knowing any aid he might have offered would never be enough.“I've come too late...” He cried.A wicked deep voice echoed from behind him.“Nonsense, Albian...”Albian turned, the wicked voice alive with laughter and glee. A hooded figure stood before him, completely covered. His skeletal hands and burning balls of hatred from beneath his hood were all that could be seen. He advanced like smoke upon a lake; slowly and effortlessly, coming to devour you. His voice, low and purposeful, triggered chills up your spine.“You're just in time. The festivities are just beginning.”Albian hated this voice.It was the one sound in all the world that made his blood bo
Evrah descended the final few feet and landed on the outer edge of the bank of the Keepers River. Flames danced along the waves, prancing from one piece of debris to another until a single flame and fire became one. It was building in heat and intensity.She stood, staring, calculating a way through the gauntlet of liquid inferno and waves. Each time she found a way through, the wind brought more debris and complications.Tracing the water's edge, she paced, looking for a way into the village that wasn't burning. Her need to get to her family and this obstruction was getting worse by the second, as was her frustration.Her last thought before jumping in. This just may be how I die..so be it.She stayed underwater as much as she could, bobbing up every few feet to see where she was. It was a slow task, but she focused on the progress to steady her nerves. She kept her head low, as the winged destroyers flew overhead, still blasting flames at anything untouched or moving.She ducked int
Finally, she made her way inside the main part of Forrest Keep, less clothes and skin, but she had conquered the flaming waves and the gauntlet of soldiers. For the briefest of moments, she leaned against a tree, catching her breath, preparing for more. She scanned the dark skies, but the dragons seemed to stay higher up than before.The armored vigilantes, relaxed and unbridled by fear of the people, wandered here and there pillaging the dead. It was disgusting and made her skin crawl, but it also gave her the freedom to move within the smoke and shadows unnoticed.It was slow going, as every few feet, she had to step over limp frames, wooden blockades, and uprooted cobblestones. Shattered frames of windows, carts, and wagons, upturned and implanted unnaturally throughout the area, made her journey to her family estate all that much harder.She slipped behind what used to be the top Forrest Keep's worship house, to avoid being caught by a patrolling soldier, and tripped over the body