If one listened carefully
the winds that blow
through the depths
of the Valley of DarkVarte
it has been written
that one would hear
this sage
that is
about
to
unfold.
WildFlower lay hidden, underneath the overgrowth of thorn bushes and discarded Goala leaves that fell off huge Hognor trees growing close by. These ancient Hognor trees were superannuated trees whose sole purpose was shelter, as they had outgrown their own usefulness of providing fruit. Those watery lemony Goala balls that were sought after by the Olga tribe residing in the Valley Olgwana about 1000 lightshines away.
Trees with no purpose
a valley consumed by darkness
a young woman seeking meaning
the beginning
and
the end
meeting by chance
as a tale unfolds.
WildFlower had sought shelter from the storm of Pendaler and these bold and sturdy Hognor trees had welcomed her into the deep dark valley and provided a home for the past three years. The three years laid in complete darkness had taken its toll, as the blackness was creeping into her heart, which was now surrounded by darkness. It was as if vines were intertwined, crashing every breath she stole, and causing a sharp pain deep inside her soul. The coldness of her chosen isolation was taking its toll, and as she sat in deep contemplation waiting for the call, she pondered the path that lay before her. WildFlower was enslaved by an astriosplanet without a soul. Her clan had watched the rise of DarkVarte and his evil merry men, the astriosplanet waited for the rise of a hero. The universe waited for the one who would lead them back into a time of lightshines to counterbalance the darkbeams that had been cast over the lands by DarkVarte.
When he stole the astriosplanet.
WildFlower placed her weary head onto a log to listen to the call of the wild but the sound of silence was placed heavy upon her brow. She drifted into the realms of daywalking, which was the sphere of outer obit, the place where tales are written and hope was weaved into the silken treads of time. Drifting deeper into timeless motion, sinking, falling into the deepest abyss, silence screams could be heard by lost Saffroniar maidens, voiceless damsels in distress suspended in time. The hopelessness that was lost, the hope that could no longer serve a purpose, lost hope just hanging around.
Suddenly, she was hanging upside down suspended in motionless space. With his fierce fiery voice the Dragon spoke:
“Rise WildFlower
you are a chosen one
rise WildFlower
there are battles to be lost
but wars to be won
hidden too long
away from the sun
rise WildFlower
your mission has begun”.
She bolted awake, as the Dragon’s exhaled last breath, she feared the forceful fire would extinguish her, but it stopped, right in front of her Ajna. Open. See. Know.
WildFlower arose, shook off the Goala leaves, she bowed to greet the Hognor trees for their shelter and informed them she was ready. A very ancient Hognor tree made his way through to where WildFlower stood, brazen, ready to fly.
He bent down and whispered inside her ear:
“There is a Wizard King, he waits for you”.
“Find him,
he holds the key
but first you have to travel to CasGowner
there you till meet the Salamanca,
she has a map”.
“Go now, tell no-one of your mission, use your gifts they will serve you”.
With that last remark he stood tall and shook his branches until he uprooted himself. His mission was now complete, he had lived many a dayshine, experienced timeless darkbeams, and he was weary, he had held this mission and it had cost him many an astriophere. He had fought the hungry ghosts who sought the book of life, alongside those who wanted to know the meaning of all existence for power and control. The thirsty wells of pointlessness seeking fulfilment, the lost meaningless forces that sought completion, they had all sought him out to find the key. He had just met her and she shone brighter than the Sapphires that lit up the green skies. He smiles as he fell to the ground with an enormous crash. An echo ran through the Realms of all time, this was the sound the astriosplanet had waited for since the birth of all time, for this was the sound of all hope. What a power noise it made.
“What gifts?” thought WildFlower
“I do not recall receiving………”
“Psssssssssssss”
A hissing sound pieced WildFlower thoughts mid-sentence, she was startled by the sudden interruption.
“Huh” was all she could mutter
“Psssss, over here” the hissing sound directed
Wildflower wandered over to where the sound had been heard somewhere deep within the brambles, thorns and overgrowth. She came in direct contact with this tiny lizard-type-thing, who was slimy and scaly and had darting eyes that were able to notice every movement within a dayshine range.
“I know who you are little beasty” “I was watching you” he bellowed and his breath was a think green acidy stink that killed any vegeration in its path.
“Ugh, that is creepy, why were you watching me?” said an alarmed Wildflower
“To steal you secrets, borrow your darkmoods and destroy all daystarlets you may hold” he could hardly contain his wicked laugher.
“Well, I do not have any, so I have nothing to steal” announced a proud and rather innocent WildFlower
“Oh beasty, beasty, beasty” he tutted
“Why they chose a child?” he looked through her as if he could read her Orb.
“You have no idea do you?” he said after reading her for a moment.
An Orb is the imprint that each creator receives at completion which will be the trueprint of their destiny. No many creators were skilled or talented enough to read Orbs but NixRoath, he was an outcast, his was a student to DarkVarte before he lost DarkVarte’s favour. Their relationship dynamic was the old classic tale of master and servant, proof that as long as creators lived in the astriosplanet, there will be a fight for power and control. So NixRoath’s gifts were plenty but he needed WildFlower for personal gain, as he knew that she was the one to set the astriosplanet to rights. She was the key, the key to his freedom to walk in the dayshine and not be imprisoned by the darkness of DarkVarte. Do not get him wrong, he had no intention of remorse or to seek forgiveness, no, no, no, he wanted to rule the astriosplanet. Well of course he did, this may be a new saga but it is by far not an old tale!
“Where are you heading beasty?” he spouted
“Why?” proclaimed WildFlower, giving his a disconcerting stare.
“Let me be your guide, you will not even need to pay me!” he cunningly tried to manipulate her.
WildFlower had the softest Orb and so she said he could walk with her to CasGowner. He tried to enquire as to why she was travelling to CasGowner but she was not going to give away her secrets, as he had just stated he was there to steal them from her. As they headed out towards the edge of the Valley of DarkVarte he asked if he could travel under her cloak, as the dayshines would burn his skin. Her kindness and compassion outshine most Orbs and so she lifted him onto her right hand side and hid him under her collar. The stillness of the think auro was chocking them as they stumbled in the dark fighting their way out.
Far beyond all astriopheres the EiDoLons were watching the saga as it was unfolding. EiDoLa were content with this strange meeting between WildFlower and NixRoath, as she foresaw a greater daystarlet but the EiDoLons were concerned.
“Stop”
WildFlower suddenly bolted, whilst NixRoath hid away under her collar, both uncertain how to respond to this strange sound which neither could recognise.
“Stop”
A sound bellowed from behind a huge Hognor tree, the crackling of Goala leaves rattled loudly as an approaching object moved closer to where they stood rigid with anticipation. WildFlower used her Anahata to sense if this rapidly approaching ‘thing’ was either friend or foe.
WildFlower was the most gifted creator in the astriosplanet; she had abilities that only the EiDoLons held. Her purity shone bright and her softness could be felt by those who came into contact with her. She was unaware that she was so gifted and thought that the abilities she held were felt by all creators. Even her tribe of Dragon Warriors were unaware of the full extent of her gifts but they knew she was the chosen one. For it had been written in all time that a day will come when a heroine will walk the ether and change the darkness into light.
Stood before WildFlower was the most beautiful creator she had ever seen. He had a mane of long black hair and his flesh was soft as silk. His eyes were big, and deep inside you could see tunnels and tunnels of timelessness. As he moved closer, WildFlower stood brazen trying not to show her fear. He kneeled down on his forelegs and spoke to WildFlower who could suddenly understand the noises he was making. His breath was sweet and welcoming, WildFlower climbed onto his back and with that her galloped forward towards the edge of the Valley of DarkVarte.
“My name is Stallionie” he mused
“I have been order to carry you to the Valley of CasGower”. “Who is the creator you have hidden?”
NixRoath was a shiftshaker and so he changed into a Neon, which meant his true self was disguised and as a Neon, he had no essence so could not be predicted.
“His name is NixRoath and he is going to show me to CasGower, he is a creator and not a DarkVare”.
Everyone knew that the DarkVare were not to be trusted but if you have an imprint of a creator, then you can be trusted to keep you honour. NixRoath was the bastard nameless child of DarkVarte when he had stolen EiDoLa greatest creator and bore a child with her. It was a brutal ownership, as she was not predicted to bear a child with him. EiDoLa painfully ensured that she died at the birth of NixRoath so that she would not have to bear the pain of this evil king. From that day forward they say that EiDoLa’s Anahata lost its light, and the grief she felt could be heard over the astriopheres of all time. A song that holds an eternal sadness! This is how WildFlower was created; she was the final tear that fell from EiDoLa’s Anahata. EiDoLa lost all her hope that day and the tiny drop of hope that fell into the ether was caught by her delicate hand and she created WildFlower. The hope of the astriosplanet! She could no longer hold the burden as her Anahata died that dayshine.
As the trio headed towards to edge of the Valley of DarkVarte, the abandoned place where nothing grew anymore, everything was there just dying, rotting and becoming a nothingness. The auro seemed to clear more rapidly and WildFlower could smell freshness in the distant. She had almost forgotten the smell of fresh auro, as she had been dancing in the ether for the past three years. Whilst in this trancelike state, she was unaware of time and space, therefore she was uncertain how many astriopheres had past.
Many astriopheres ago the Valley DarkVarte belonged to the UsherBow creators and they were the most gifted creators in the astriosplanet and could heal. UsherVille was a beautiful Valley and there was an abundance of everything the astriosplanet needed. The UsherBow were the notorious for the rainbows that were erected out of their Shasraras and the myth foretold that there were in direct contact with EiDoLa. It was as if they had telephone wires attached to the top of their heads and had a hot line to the Gods. They were the chosen ones and sent to the astriosplanet to create compassion and loving kindness and held the greatest magic of the astriosplanet. If any creator was to meet an UsherBow, they say that the shine remains with them and they may just have their Shasrara opened, if an UsherBow was to bless them with the shine. Once the Shasrara was opened then it was believed that a creator would have a direct connection with EiDoLa. Creators from all around the astriosplanet would travel many astriopheres to seek out the shine and those whom needed healing would come to UsherVille. No creator was ever turned away, as the UsherBow creators were of the purest shine.
It was only a matter of astriopheres before DarkVarte heard of the UsherBows and he decided to take over UsherVille and steal the shine. He had a deeper rooted ambition to capturing UsherVille, he wanted direct contact with EiDoLa. He wanted to barter for another wife. The myth he holds was that he found the shine when he brutalised EiDia, as she was the direct blood line of EiDoLa and held the most magnificent shine. But before we start to think this is one of those love stories about good changing evil, do not! DarkVarte did not care for other creators, oh no, he wanted the shine as to him it was a drug, an obsession. Furthermore, he thought that by consuming the shine he would become greater than EiDoLa and take over the astriosplanet.
Nothing grew in DarkVarte Valley anymore, the entire place burnt out the day DarkVarte slaughtered the last UsherBow. As her shine died, the scream of her death raced through Valleys of all time. On that day, the shine of many creators Anahata’s either died or faded into the darkest shine ever felt which in turn left them shellshaking. There was a cry that could be heard along the astrioplane of all time, the myth states that is was EiDoLa’s saddest song; a song that still whistles in the winds of catastrophe. It was believed that if a creator were to hear it on a daystarlet, all their hope would be stolen and crashed. No-one knew when they would predict a daystarlet, and therefore, it was a real fear when approaching catastrophe, one could lose all hope and that would diminish a creator instantly. Most creators died inside when this occurred and they become shellshakers, rattling around hopelessly in a trancelike state.
The edge of the Valley of DarkVarte was approaching rapidly. Stallionie had legs built as strong as steel, and speed as fast as lightening. He was swift, as he gracefully swept through the Hognor trees, darting skilful between their thick branches which were sprung around the Valley, as if they were disused body parts, which had no purpose and were left to rot. DarkVarte fury had been felt in this once beautiful UsherVille Valley, when he realised that he was not able to steal the UsherBows’ shine, he ensured that nothing that resided here would have a purpose. Everything that lived in this flourishing haven was destroyed, as he knew how it would affect Gaia and all creators who lived in her.
The UsherBow were renowned for having the most beautiful Vishuddas and as they arose each dayshine, they wailed a merry tune, which in turn fed UsherVille with abundance. But one dayshine, or was it a moonbeam, either way, the songs they use to wail turned into a scream, the scream of DarkVarte’s retribution. From that astriosphere onwards, the most painful scream swept through the ether announcing his pending destruction. It was a melody for Gaia, as they felt the dawning of her annihilation and the prediction of war. They wailed this tune out into the ether so it would remain within the realm of all astriosplanes, so that creator can prepare an army strong enough to defeat DarkVarte’s retribution.
“She faced the realms of a broken astriosplanet
what she saw simply broke her heart
she watch creators destroyed
as humanity tore itself apart
she wept as her voice was silenced, stilled
this creation she was extremely strong willed
with a roar of thunder she said “NOMORE”
she watch kingdoms damaged as knights went to WAR
she raged up a storm she blew with all her might
tired of watching injustice fighting to prove it was right
she summoned every ocean
with a cascade of emotion
washed upon every shore
she saw rich creators starving
whilst stealing the riches of the poor
she saw forest burning down to the ground
she heard the chitter and chatter of DarkVarte’s doctrinaire sound
ashes upon ashes, dust upon dust
the scars she wore on her injured crust
reminder of the sacrifice she had to make
slowly Gaia is dying yet man still wants to take
everything for profit
anything for gain
but it is all in vain
Gaia is dying does nobody care
I suppose we will when Gaia
is
no
longer
here!
Moreover, he knew that it would hurt EiDoLa deeply, and that was his main intention, to destroy the woman he once loved, many a moonbeam ago.
DarkVarte was a brutal creator, he was the coldest man in the entire astriosplanet of all time, but he had not always been this cold and calculating monster who raced around Gaia with such vengeance that his breath was made of fireballs and his fists were created out of cold steel. Many an astriopheres ago, DarkVarte great, great pre-creators held a different blueprint and carrying an identifier which rang with a more gentle tone. The identifier that belonged to DarkVarte’s father was known as AlphaThrone; AlphaThrone was a noble and well respected KinFolk. They resided across the astriosplanet from the EiDoLa and DarkVarte’s father AlphaMago was in close communications with EiDoLa’s mother EvAilie.
As any good KinFolkTale reads, this was one of two young lovers who were thrown together whilst the KinFolks were of a friendlier identification. EiDoLa and DarkVarte were disciplined together as the KinFolk wanted completer unification to strengthen Gaia and all creators whom wandered her crust. It was written in the dominions of the astriosplanes that these two KinFolks would unite to rule the spirit of this astriosplanet. On one side of the astriosplanet were the LightShiners, the EiDoLons and on the other side resigned the AlphaThone who were the MoonShards.
When EiDoLa and DarkVarte were of an era, they become identified as the unification grew, they mused of eternal unification and wanted to live on Gaia as EiDoLa loved the energies of the creators.
Wander through my mind
corridors of my despair
capture these deepest
darkest
thoughts I hold of you
feel this shiver
that traces my entire body
as I read your words
grasp the essence
of my desire
I can almost feel your warm breath
as if it dances on my skin.
I have never wanted someone
to touch me
as desperately
as I want you!
a tear rolls down my cheek
a sadden sign
I dream of you
my unobtainable love.
I hold this constant hopefulness
that one day
one day!
alas, my romantic heart is eternally punished
it seems deemed that I shall die
with a heart
full of unexpressed love.
Before we allow our sentiments to run riot, let us cast a view across astriosplanet to a disturbance that was occurring in another dimension. In a sphere called Atlanticia, a disconcerted Wizard King stood over looking his kingdom with a worried brow. There were creators arriving at the gate of his kingdom that had travelled from across the astriosplanet seeking absolution. These creators had had their orbs removed and were shiftshakers and had to live in a state of shellshaking. DarkVarte had removed their orbs, as he believed that by consuming the orbs of other creators, this would empower him to be even more powerful. He was addicted to their orbs, which in turn left him as multifaceted trueprint, but it was the sensation of obtaining the orb of another creator that was his real addiction. Unbeknown to DarkVarte, his obsession was actually costing him more dearly than he thought. As the orb of each creator he devoured would suck at his trueprint thus altering his authenticity and weakening him slowly as they drained his essence.
The Wizard King concern was not about the numbers of creators arriving at the gates but he still had not found the enchantment to change these shellshifters back into creators. The shellshifters would vibrate the saddest song as they wailed in the disillusions and painfulness of radical disenchantment. The sound of the painfulness of existence was so overwhelming that the KinFolk of Atlanticia had had to have their Anahatas silenced or else the vibrations would diminish them completely. As he stood there amidst this disaster, a crystallization rolled down his cheek; he caught it in his hands, it transformed into a SylPhie. Her name was Athena and she whisper a tune into Wizard Kings Orb and this is what the tune imprinted.
“Wizard King
it has been imprinted
that you must
summoned up
your inner phoenix
to swim among
the ruined sentiments
which lay at your feet,
fragmented memoires
shattered hopes and dreams
remainders of every creator
as their orbs
now so incomplete,
battles won in lost defeat
creators fighting
on a deserted
dusty parallel street
you have wandered this way
countless times before
hopeful to find
the wide open door
what is faced is part
of DarkVarte’s wicked scheme
painfulness swallowed
up creators completely
in their entirety.”
“It has been Vishuddhaed
that you must now depart
of the dawn
you must match
passed the cry of the wild
a whale’s final song
echo into the silent morn.”
Athena called upon
the SylPhie King
to grant him courage
the bravery to begin
a journey into the unknown
Destiny spoke
“What you seek may not
be found within the realms
of paradise lost.”
“The enchantment
you seek it hold a price
a heavy wager
a thankless cost.”
The Wizard King spoke
his voice trembled
“If that be so
thus please inform
why be this price so high.”
“Have I not felt adoration
a million times only
to watch creators die?”
“Therefore, why would
I want to commit my
Anahata to another
lost cause?”
“You may be wise dear
Destiny, but this wisdom
you hold is yours.”
Destiny replied
“Alas dear King
your defiance will
be the death of you”
“I have a sense you are
addicted to feeling
this colour named blue,
what did she do to you?”
The Wizard King’s rage could not
be contained
his anger made its point
“How dare you challenge me
fair Lady, can you not see
my pain.”
“It eats me alive thus on
may days I feel as if
I am going insane.”
Destiny spoke no more
she offered out her hand
together they walk in silence
crossing the barren land
on the edge of his kingdom
they stood in stillness
Destiny spoke telepathically
with the most fragrant Vishuddha
‘The Phoenix you seek
lies deep within
as you enter this fire
your life with begin
sometimes the things
we do are essential
perhaps we cannot explained
the answers you seek
so desperately
is an attunement
a fine art
the truth you
you seek completely
is right here
inside
your
heart”.
Athena blew away and the Wizard King set out for the long journey into the core of all existence that very moonbeam, time was of the essence and this was the purposefulness of the King. This is what he was chosen by Destiny to foretell and he had been forewarned that this was by no means an easy plight. It was foretold that inside the core of all existence there was a jewel that had the power to discern all the knowledge of the entire planes of all eternity and destiny, history and fantasy, trickery and wonder, enchantment and disillusion to name but a few of the Mindstorms that were a collection held in the core itself. The coral that resides within Destiny’s river hummed the tale of the core of existence, as if there were keeping her heart alive. Retelling all knowledge timelessly, and with such great precision, the humming echoed widely thus causing transcendence transvision onto the treads that hold Humanity and Destiny attached to the other necessities of existence. Creating the possibility that the chosen disciples would be able to interconnect onto these threads using the same transcendence transvision as the gods, but whilst these were open, DarkVarte had access to these threads too. The hope of Destiny was that the disciples would find the way to the source first, hence the Kings sudden awakening, he had been ordered by the Gods.
The Wizard King was built like an ox and was as stubborn as a bull, he held a compassionate heart but the outlines were covered in snow, a curse that was placed on him before his trueprint was created. Vengeance cast upon his father the King Atlantia was the first trueprint to reside in Atlanticia would be cursed. It was whilst King Atlantia was creating treaty with EvAilie and AlphaThrone, a treaty to allow the first born son to marry EiDoLa, as Queen AlphaThrone was with child. Unfortunately, AlphaThrone died and DarkVarte got the last choice and decided against the treaty. DarkVarte was overridden and so he cast vengeance at the King by cursing his first born son never to know interconnectedness or love. He would hunger for love and it will drive him crazy with desire but he will never encounter true love. This curse was intervened by EvAilie; she ordered a cause-and-effect to encourage the King’s first born child to use that desire to fight for Humanity and Justice. She knew this would be the weapon they needed to overcast DarkVarte rejection into Forgiveness. If the King’s first born could be the reflection DarkVarte needed to want to capture, the hope was he would turn his selfishness into selflessness, as he stares into the pool of Compassion’s blue eyes, how could he not feel self-acceptance for the first time?
Ah, but, things are not always as clear cut, no, there was someone else watching who decided to make thing even more complicated and introduce a distraction, temptation, nemesis, that is right a woman. I am sure this mystery will unfold at a later stage, as the plot begins to thicken. She would capture the Wizard Kings heart and he will bless the day he found her.
