Hierophant's Agdora: The Floating Island of Fire of the Arctic Circle

Chapter 4: Donum

Maximiz loved to gather with Hilla and many other Belfa-Lías at the blue water fountain next to the Alcácer to learn about their culture and listen to the stories of past and eternal conflicts that once plagued our world with the certain promise of a return.

I was the Mage, and Maximiz was the Majesty. She, the queen, used simple conversations and sincere smiles to understand the will and satisfaction of the people. In our world, there was no death, making her the symbol of dark magic. With that, our majesty observed that the inhabitants of Agdora no longer felt as secure and considered necessary preparations for an eventual battle, and it became evident to me that I was our only defense.

The queen was the first to learn magic. Consequently, the Lucos who volunteered, and later the newcomers, the Calcados, hideous gnomes on the outside but with a good heart... not pure, but good. Practically any living and speaking being could learn spells; the difference was that they needed natural elements to complete them, I did not.

To further protect our city, I cast a powerful spell over the island, making it invisible to humans, visible only to beings from our world. This way, we would be even safer, as well as prepared.

We lived harmoniously for three decades, but the universe still deprived us of establishing a lineage of our own. Trackov, Gazald, Quamino, Feriox, and Sincta-Ze were taken from us in the same way as Prímius, and with each loss, it felt like the first time. The vastness of the universe seemed to want to prevent us from multiplying our species, judging by the facts, but it was not what I felt. I had not given up on having our children, but hope does not dwell forever in a doubtful heart. I was eternal, but my queen was not. Her fifty-second birthday was approaching, and she still awaited the divine gift of a surviving child. It was in this year, 1735, that we were blessed with our first girl and cursed with the loss of the queen. I felt love literally slipping through my fingers, but I found it again in my arms. Maximiz's loss was not felt only by me but by all the lives present on the island, whether animal or plant. The Lucos skillfully carved a beautiful statue of the queen next to the blue water fountain, and the Belfa-Lías created a floating tombstone with the inscription: "Donum, the miracle of life and the curse of death. Let the gift of the Belfa-Lías ensure the eternalization of your blood." As I read the words, holding the most beautiful child in my arms, the most pleasant floral scent filled the air, and standing in front of the queen's body, the little Calcado Urin played a melody on his Pan flute, worthy of the peace that the queen bestowed upon us while she was with us.

Maximiz had never thought of a female name since she always imagined having a strong and brave boy. But as I looked at the face of that little one, I felt a strong connection between us, and a name came to mind.

— Your name will be Impérea.