The Holy Dream

Prelude Part 4

Maric stared up at the sun. It blinded him nearly in an instant, and he shut his eyes. Lately, he had taken a liking to participating in an endless battle with it, gazing at it until he could no longer. Of course, the sun always won. It always stared longer than he could. He put his fingers up to the sky, and cupped them, as if he was holding the sun in his hands. That would be amazing, he thought. If I had the power of the sun, I could blast people! Cool! He giggled maniacally to himself, nearly losing his balance and falling over.

“Maric!” Sira said with a chuckle in her voice. “Careful there, child! You could hit your head!” She was caring for the small patch of Sun Roses that lay at her feet. “Maric, come over here.”

Maric continued to giggle, focused on his fantasy of overwhelming power. “Yes, mommy?” He said politely.

She swept her hand across the few Sun Roses, and sparkles of dust and magic were blown away. Maric let out a gasp. He could never get over how amazing they were, and how brightly they lit up. Something about them was awe inspiring.

“One day, when there are enough, we are going to pick two of these Sun Roses and save them for each other.” She put his hand at her heart, and smiled a motherly smile. “We will remember each other by them, whenever we’re away!”

Maric frowned. “I don’t want to be away, mommy…” His shoulders slumped, and Sira embraced him, laughing.

“Don’t worry, honey! You won’t be away from me. I’m right here. Okay?” She asked with a quirky look on her face.

Maric sighed. “Yes, mommy…” He looked away, unforgiving of the thought of being separated.

Sira gave him another quirky look. She then suddenly tickled him, taking Maric by surprise. He screamed and they both laughed.

“Okay, Maric?” She said with a beam on her face.

“Okay, okay!” He giggled and squealed, then fell backwards on to the soft ground. “OOF!” He let out as he hit the floor.

Sira gasped. “My goodness, are you ok?” She said with wide eyes.

Maric sat still, unmoving. Sira got up, worried. She shuffled over to him, and saw his eyes were open. She gasped again, and reached out to shake him.

“Raaaah-ahahaha!” Maric let out in a bellowing roar, surprising Sira. He jumped to his feet quickly, and started running around the garden as fast as he could.

“I am reborn! As a bird!” He started making ‘whooshing’ sounds and sent his arms straight out, soaring through the garden. Many times he nearly tripped and fell, but he managed to keep his footing. Sira shook her head, chuckling to herself, and continued tending to the land.

The sun was shining in the warm summer sky, breathing wind across the quiet garden. The various brush and flora whisked whimsically in the wind, whispering a beautiful, subtle melody that Maric took in and smiled as he rushed across the garden paths. All he could think about was soaring through the skies, gazing and laughing at whatever he saw below.

The day marched onward, and an apricot glow was painted in the sky. The garden had been watered and tended, and all was well at the Cathedral of Heaven. The common birds were flying in unison above, and perching on the various structures of Lancia. A quiet hung over the city, a particularly discreet day. Sira looked over to Maric, who was slumped over at the gate. He was fast asleep, undiscriminating in such a tired stupor for where he may lay to rest. She chuckled to herself, and walked over to him. She sat down beside him, not making a sound except the rustling of the grass. She looked up to the glass ceiling. It distorted the clouds in the sky, creating a swirling mist of white and orange above her. Closing her eyes, she smiled.