Rey De-Heavens (English)

3.5

The shadow moved closer to the outskirts of the forest. Calm and unhurried. Step by step, it made all present wait, raising the tension of the moment, until words in a language understandable to those present were heard.

The wise man shouted. Rey could understand that the old man was still far away, if he spoke normally, they might not be able to hear him and the faster he lowered the tension of the visitors, the better it would be for him to be able to interact with them.

"I am at last filled with joy! Welcome be passengers of life! Fragments of the transcendent spirits of heat and cold created in the Heavens, the place to which you are destined to return! You! Entrants from the gates of heaven are the ones who this time will grant three miracles to this sacred spot! Fear you must not, feel privileged to have the right to step on the ground you tread. Before me, at this instant, your most despicable actions will be interpreted as the noblest."

A little closer and the voice became less loud.

"Sorry for the delay, it was a last minute change. I did not expect to be the one to welcome you. If Miguel had been in this place, they would have avoided the confrontation against the animals he cares for and appreciates so much. I am sure that, if you see him, he will be considerate of you, just as you were considerate of the huge beast."

There he stood, a lanky, almost bone-tight old man with a long, fluffy beard, closing his eyes to give a smile and look friendlier to visitors. "Hmm! Still their looks are wary," the long-lived old man with the calm face and closed eyes said to himself.

Katherine, wary, raised her motive:

"The parchment we used was part of a family legacy left by Lord Ambrogio Priovam Of-Byron, who is in our family tree and who was supposed to welcome us. Not you, nor this Miguel fellow."

"Ahh. I can understand that. It makes sense. You were expecting Ambrogio to welcome you, or at least someone with blue eyes. Unfortunately, that may not be the case. He's busy doing his job. Let me introduce myself. I am known as the Great Wise Wizard."

He pointed his finger at Ehimus and quickly said:

"You don't waste your breath, be considerate of me now that I speak. On the other hand..."

The green elf had even said something and everyone looked at her with confusion, as if she had done so, for they perfectly believed her capable.

It was true: Ehimus, despite being the smallest in stature, her behavior was not at all like that of adults. Her hair was green, long enough to be able to be pulled into a ponytail on the right side of her head. She was wearing a large hooded garment that seemed to serve as a raincoat that reached all the way to the ground, which she would trip over if she tried to run. She was barefoot and all the other undercloths were composed of rose petals and delicate leaves. Rey believed that, if green represented life and nature, she was the representation of green and, even if someone tried to kill, cut or burn her, she would re-emerge with even more strength and experience than before.

But Ehimus had not spoken so that the Great Wise Wizard would tell her to shut up. Even more: it could be said that the old man had restrained her for no reason or motive. Rey, as an outsider, noticed something odd in those words so rarely uttered by the old man in his rebuke against the elf. Thinking back, no one ever called the Great Wise Wizard by his real name. And now that he was introducing himself, he was using a distraction not to say it. Or maybe he had said it, only it had to be reconstructed between those words of off-key pronunciation. Either way, it was a lot of work trying to deduce someone's name if you could refer to them in any other way.

"Michael" continued the Wise Wizard, whereupon everyone returned their attention to him, and Ehimus, the only one of the group who was actually curious to know the old man's name, kept quiet just so the others wouldn't give him the same look again for interrupting, "that one I told you about earlier, he is the guardian of this circle and it seems he has yet to finish guiding those who have been previously reaching out to you."