A strong wind grumbled, slewing the uniformed grassy vegetation which filled the planes and the patches of the blossoming flowers alike. From the skies, spilled with an orange tinge showered the fields and crept from the wooly wisp of clouds scattered just above the horizons, making the moment a pictured eternity.
Soon, without distinguishing how much time has passed, the strong winds start calming down, settling the gentle winds, stirring the grass as if someone's hand was touching them delicately.
Sona, the Goddess of the light, gave her farewell by bidding the gift of sunset. A scene I wish to paint, but no matter how much effort I give, I cannot replicate the Goddess's creation with my hands.
However, I basked at this moment given by the Goddess Sona, and I was brimming with gratitude. No words are enough to describe this beautiful scene. A perfection that I cannot help but stay in awe, and I cannot help but experience an endless amount of joy.
With my wings unfolded and held to the ground, I was kneeling before the horizon with my hands clasped, offering my gratitude.
I whispered, "Sleep well, my grandmother. Tonight will be the month's rite of offerings. The human race, demi-humanoids race, and the heteromorphic race will display festive celebrations to offer gratitude for you. Have a well-rested sleep, grandmother.".
Afterward, a gust of wind reigned the noise, sweeping the grassy plains and creating soothing pleasures of tranquility. I relaxed my tensed body, slumping down on the ground as I knelt awkwardly. My gaze captured the seemingly fabricated eternity from the Goddess Sona.
Before long, I sensed a presence approaching me from behind. It was ways away, and I turned my body only to catch a scene of rowdy children waving their hands while having big smiles on their faces.
Although they were far away from me, my ears had managed to catch their voice, and they were calling my name, "Sona Margaret!".
As if hitting me with a realization, I saw the dark bluish glazing above the children's skies, showing me how much time I had consumed gazing at the nearly sleeping Sona.
I rose from the ground and started walking towards them. I still had enough time before Sona completely sleeps and the wake of the darkness that will consume the hours of light. The rite of offerings will soon start just before the festive dinner.
As we continued to approach each other, the children's faces soon became familiar. Despite having their appearance differing from each, the sight of them holding each other's hand, and having an innocent smile pasted on their faces, purely concocts unity.
From the ever-growing silence now filled with energetic voices, the children's voices grew louder as they kept calling out my name in a loud voice, "Sona Margaret! Elder Eta is calling for you!"
“Yes, yes. I’m coming!” I responded with a hand over my mouth.
After they came at arms reach, a child cladded with fiery black scales embodied on his skin and blood-colored pupils that gleamed within his yellow eyes, then he wrapped his hands around mine, Though he was reaching the height of my waist. The child spoke with an innocent smile pasted on his face.
"Margaret, the Elder is calling for you. I think she's calling for you because it was becoming late."
Sievlian is the name of the child cladded with lustrous black scales, and for his country exists no longer, the Elder took Sievlian under her care. He survived the destructive actions of the Great Dragon Viser'dous as he hid away from the depths of the debris that the Dragon created. Onward then, Sievlian overstayed his presence under the Great Dragon's Artkh and had involuntarily transformed.
The Great Dragon's Arkth came with an ability to which everything it touches came with an influence of transformation. With Sievlian's humanity taken, the Great Dragon Viser'dous left him was its succumb influence.
The Elder possesses the name of Eta Mostosis, she's Sona of everyone, and her followers reign down to the roots of the earth. For I continue to live and walk in this world, she will always be my mother, the great caretaker, and hand of guidance of mine.
I bent down to a knee and placed my hands on the Sievlian's, the Dragonewt, head. I asked, beaming a smile while constantly shifting my gaze to another.
"Shall we go the elder?"
Before I finished questioning them, the children had already clung to me. A bluish tint-colored skin girl with an irregular horn spiraling out from her temple climbed up my back and carefully positioned herself to cause no harm to my wings. I used my other arm to hold her delicately.
Another child, porcelain skin like snow, with reddish eyes and pointy ears, the time she speaks reveals the sharpest fangs you can ever seek.
With her hand clenched at the hem of my brownish loose robe, it made metallic sounds at her grasp due to the chainmail I had worn beneath it.
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There were numerous children, even adults.
Such sizes of individuals came from around the world came to serve and filled most of the temple's quarters. However, it would seem like four individuals came to retrieve me.
The last individual, I think her name was Fid'erar? A girl has spectral wings protruded out from her back, it gave lustrous color, and the powders created from exceeding Arkths.
A height not exceeding the size of my hand, she was small enough to fit in anyone's pocket, yet in spite of that she could snatch anyone's attention instantly.
"YES!" Sievlian returned an answer with a carefree smile.
It was hard to believe that a small child had that genuine smile despite his homeland being a subject of the past.
He may have tears behind those smiles, his weak self that he had not shown to everyone. Though talking about history, he may desire no topics that may put a bad taste on the tongue. I will wait for the moment should he choose to speak his worries aloud.
I look over to Stephany, the half-elf with the vampire's blood running through her veins, and she bobs her head down and up as if expressing her agreement. Seeing such a cute gesture, I could not help but let out a small chuckle.
At her response, she immediately lunged at my shoulder with her head held down and arm grappling my body. These cutesy gestures she showed were to hide an expression that no one should see. How dare they say that she is a monster concealed by the humane skin!
I removed my hand from Sievlian and placed it on Stephany. Doing so made Sievlian jealous, and cling to the opposite side of Stephany, began hugging me.
While gazing at the two, I heard a soft voice that seeped through my ears. I noticed a bundle of black hair on my right, and I immediately recognized who it was.
Is she perhaps taking a nap at my back?
Without questioning a loud, Fed`erar whispered as she sat on my head and rested her wings comfortably.
"The Deiken Veylk is asleep." with a joyful tone, she continues, "it seems like Chieftain Elkthri has placed high expectations on her and trains her harshly to become a proud Captain Deikin, which will serve you someday."
She pauses for a moment as if carefully choosing her words.
"And to become the next Chieftain that will guide her tribe to prosperity. From a Dieken to Captain to a chieftain. She truly spares no effort ."
The Heir of the ruling tribe Meias revered as Dieken, just like the position of a princess or prince of the human kingdom, and the people of the blue Luna had the same. However, Dieken was a title named after their Goddess's child, appearing as if blessed with talents and gifted as the child that the historical text portrayed.
"Yeah. If it's Veylk, I am sure she will get through the end."
The Meias tribe has a bright future that awaits them. I pray to the Guardian Luna to give us a light under the night skies and protect Goddess Sona as she sleeps.
"Let's head back to the temple. I am sure that everyone is waiting for us."
Saying so, the children reluctantly released me from their grasp, or what I expected, but their hands locked to the hem of my robe.
I'm not going to disappear, you know?