A Story of Forever

Part 8

Mamon learned a secret magic from the depths of their heart and the eyes of all the children. This was the ability to take their soul and travel it through the sky and down to anyone, anywhere. This was the ability to feel close to and be close to the spirits of the people, no matter how far they were from each other.

They taught this skill to all the Yemars. And the Yemars treasured it greatly and taught each other. For the Uzras parted them from each other, but with this new magical ability their spirits could be close.

But still, it wasn't like properly being close to someone, in body as well as in soul. And so therefore the Yemars still bitterly missed the people they were forced to leave behind. They still bitterly grieved for them and hurt beyond imagination. But still, this helped. It helped a lot.

Mamon also asked Filla if she could lend her magical feathered cloak to any who wished to make a journey out to distant lands under the noses of the Uzras. They would fly in the form of birds, and cut swiftly across the sky. Filla agreed, and lent her cloak to all Yemars who asked.

In the meantime, the Uzras were fashioning for themselves a great web, a web that would bind the fates of all the people of the universe. With this web, they would spell out the direction of the universe and they would direct it to their liking. With this power, no-one could oppose them.

The Yemars knew that this must not be allowed. For if it was to be, then the Yemars and all their allies would have no chance against the Uzras, the honourary Uzras, and all their allies. So together they made a plan to entangle this web so that the strings of destiny would not go to their proper locations.

In the dead of night, when the Uzras were finished creating the web for the day, the shape shifting Yemars came to the web in the forms of spiders. There was Mamon, Naia, and many others, each equally important, all working together. They tangled the webs of destiny until it was not determinable which thread went where, and the Uzras could not determine or see destiny from the web. The Yemars went home for the night and changed their shape back to their regular forms.

The next cosmic day the Uzras went to the web and saw it tangled beyond repair. They tried to repair it, yes they did, but the tangles were so thick and and the strings so fine, the tangles were so far-reaching, that nothing could repair them. So the Uzras sighed and went on with creating the next part of the web.

This next night, the Uzras stationed many guards around the nets. They were sharp-eyed and fierce-armed. They could take on any warrior in battle. And each of these guards was placed in one of the nine hallways that led to the room of the web. The Uzras thought that the web was now well-guarded and nothing could get past the forces of the guards. And so they slept without worry, so sure they were of their power and their wisdom.

But the Yemars had cunning beyond the wildest imagination of the Uzras. They transformed themselves into such little, tiny spiders that the Uzra guards did not notice them at all. They crawled along the roof, as spiders were wont to do, and they reached the great web and entangled it. They entangled it even more thoroughly than they did the last night. And when they were at last satisfied with their work, they crawled as spiders back past the unnoticing eyes of the Uzras and they returned to their sleeping-places, as ready as they could be to start work on another day.

The Uzras came to the web and again saw it as tangled as the web they built two cosmic days ago. They tried to untangle the web, but they could not. And destiny was again out of their hands. And they decided that the guards this time needed more weapons to fortify themselves against any attackers. And they needed better armour with which they could protect themselves. So, equipping the guards with such, they set about creating another section of the web. This was a vaster section than any of the sections before it, and entangling it would be quite a task.

But the Yemars gathered more of their numbers than ever before, and those endowed with the magical arts among them turned the Yemars into spiders, too tiny to make mention of. Theses spiders crawled in nine lines through the nine doorways leading to the great web of destiny. And they set about their work of entangling the web, all moving together and all doing what they could do to help each other. And before the morning rays had lightened the sky to a deep electric blue, they were finished. They filed out in nine lines and went back to their sleeping places, right under the noses of the Uzra guards.

The Uzras saw that their guards had again been inadequate. And they flew into a rage, gathering Yemars from all corners of the world and beating them viciously. Once the Yemars had been beaten, they thought, they would be too afraid to continue destroying the web of their creating.

And they were right, to an extent. After the beating, many of the Yemars were too afraid to tamper with the net. Many of them could not bring themselves to become entangled no matter how much their hearts wanted to. And their hearts did indeed want to. More than life their hearts wanted to. But the threat of the Uzras was too ever-present, it was too great. And they could not find the courage.

But all the Yemars were not so afraid. Manon and Naia, as well as many of their friends, were brave enough to turn into spiders and continue their mission of entangling destiny so that it played out in a way the Uzras would never be able to predict. So that it played out in the way that the Yemars needed it to play out in.

So the Yemars who were yet unafraid turned into spiders. And they scurried themselves to the location of the web. And they twisted and tangled all of the webs, so that the Uzras would be displeased. This they did once again under the nose of the Uzras. And they went back to their sleeping-places before the morning.

The Uzras came back and saw that the last of their web had been destroyed. They were so enraged that they went out to beat the Yemars again. But upon seeing them coming down in their rage, Mamon stood on a post and declared that it was them themselves who had entangled the web.

Karkion was about to kill them. But they commented that they had shared the sacred Tzai with Karkion in his hour of great sorrow. And thus that made them kin. Karkion owed them this one favour and had to let them keep their life.

Karkion could do nothing about this statement, for their kinship was sealed in sacred ceremony. But he did give Mamon a great beating.

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