Evrah was in awe of the place. She didn't catch the name of the place as the beauty drowned everything else out. It was a mix of majestic creatures and a wonderous landscape. One fused with the other, as if the two were a pair of lovers twisted around one another dancing to the sweet melody of nature. Soft light split through the canopy above, splashing the dark green plush grass, lighting each blade as if to showcase how individual each was and how they worked in harmony to cover the canvas, making an extraordinary picture. Small fluffy-tailed creatures darted from one branch to another, gathering nuts, berries, and twigs. Birds of every size, looking as if they flew through a painted rainbow, gathering varying colors, squawked and flew from here and there, dodging the other wildlife or perching for rest. Out in the expanse of land, ran herds of animals, none hunting the other, all gathered in peace- roaming, playing, or lying in the sun, enjoying the bliss of the sun's warmth upon their skin. One species in particular caught her attention. It had the shape of a lioness, but the pattern of a peacock. Dark blue slick fur coated the head until you reached the shoulders, then ovals of color in a perfect pattern, all the way to the tail. She had always loved watching the lion packs when she went on hunting trips with her father. She respected them enough to fear them, so she always kept her distance and watched. Now, before her, in this place of wonder and imagination, lay a pack of them, shaded with the most majestic bird she had ever encountered.
Evrah thought if she could ever imagine what the peaceful realm beyond the clouds looked like, this was most certainly it.
Peace.
That is what this was. A place of peace. A place of rest for the soul and mind to find peace. A place where a broken heart could heal, and a fitful body could find honest rest. Between the calm of the sky, the softness of the ground below, and the sweet light noises of the creatures, she felt sleepy already. She knew if she slept here, the morbid visions that plagued her nightmares, could not exist here.
It wasn't a fact that she knew, but a confirmation in the soul, that it was the truth. Nothing negative could thrive here. Only peace and happiness existed in the place. Despite all that she had endured in the last two days, she carried none of the burden it left behind. She felt lighthearted and happy. The weight of the world was not pressing in on her, threatening to crush her and dispel her very existence. The darkness her eyes witnessed was locked away and could not surface. Those emotions, of despair, sadness and failure were but long-distance memories that could never haunt her again.
She never wanted to leave. But she knew she would have to. As peaceful as this place was, and all the things it kept away, knowledge was not one of them. Albian had come to her for a reason. She still had work to do. There was a task at hand, and she knew, deep down, it was her task to finish.
Something inside stirred when Albian first encountered her. His words awoke something she knew not, but awake it was and what it had in store was still a mystery. Resigning herself to her fate, she walked to Albian and inquired of things she needed to know.
“What is this place?”
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 experienc
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