Amala's Heritage

Stargazing

Zephyr was renowned at Esplana High School for his extraordinary ability to find lost items. His talent was almost otherworldly, earning him the admiration and gratitude of his classmates throughout the school. Whether it was a misplaced textbook, a lost lunchbox, or even a runaway pet frog, Zephyr was the go-to person for finding lost treasures. He could uncover even the most well-hidden or obscure items with sharp intuition and keen eyes. Zephyr's remarkable gift earned her the affectionate nickname "The Compass" from his friends.

Amala, her eyes filled with anticipation, approached Zephyr. She pointed to her pendant, 'Do you see these carvings?' she exclaimed. Zephyr's gaze fell upon the intricate designs etched onto the pendant's surface, each line and curve seeming to whisper a secret. 'Are you referring to the symbols we encountered on the museum walls?' he inquired, his voice tinged with wonder. Amala nodded eagerly, her anticipation mounting. 'Yes, precisely! I'm convinced there's a profound link between the symbols on my pendant and those in the museum.'

"Perhaps they are part of a shared ancient language or code," Isla suggested, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "We are planning to go to the museum. Would you like to join us and lend a hand?" asked Isla. Zephyr replied enthusiastically, "Absolutely! That sounds like a fantastic idea. I was supposed to have flute practice, but it got cancelled, so I'm free."

Amala, Isla, and Zephyr planned to visit the museum. They boarded the loop train bound for the museum, and upon arriving, they made a beeline for the Agua building, eager to delve into the mysteries that awaited them in the archives.

The Library of Archives of the Agua Building was unlike any other. It was shaped like a hexagon. The most captivating feature was its glass ceiling, which allowed the outside world to become integral to the library's ambiance. During the day, the library was transformed by the gentle movements of fluffy clouds drifting across the sky. The shifting shadows created a mesmerizing dance on the library floor, adding an enchanting quality to the atmosphere. However, at night, the library indeed came alive with magic. The glass ceiling turned into a massive window to the stars, offering a breathtaking view of the celestial wonders above. Students and scholars alike found themselves immersed in the splendour of the twinkling constellations and the serene glow of the moon. It was as if the library had become a gateway to the cosmos, a place where one could study and contemplate under the watchful gaze of the night sky.

After what seemed like hours, he finally found it. He climbed the stairs to the second floor and up the ladder on top of the shelf. The book was an old, leather-bound tome with faded gold lettering on the spine. As he carefully opened the book, the delicate pages rustled softly. Zephyr's eyes scanned the pages, searching for the symbol etched onto Amala's pendant. The symbol glowed on the page, intricate and mysterious.

The map in the book showed the city of Kanan in great detail, with its winding streets and busy marketplaces. The most exciting part of the map was a River, a winding waterway that sparkled like silver under the moonlight. The river was essential to the townspeople because they believed it was a sacred source of life and wisdom. Legends said that the waters of the River had mystical powers, and bathing in the river's shimmering currents would bring good luck and clarity of mind. People from far away would travel to Kanan to seek guidance and healing from the river.

Colorful reefs that used to adorn the area where the river converged. The local community has always held strong beliefs in the mystical nature of the river and its reefs, creating numerous myths and legends surrounding its captivating waters.As Amala hurriedly reached for the globe, she noticed a distinct city pattern near the center, with the River flowing into the Mira Sea. 

Amala's curiosity was immediately piqued as they gazed into the swirling, iridescent colours of the globe. She focused her gaze on the center of the world, where a mesmerizing cluster of triangles seemed to converge in an intricate pattern. With furrowed brows, she leaned in closer, studying the shapes with fascination and concern."What are those triangles in the center?" she asked, her voice tinged with wonder and worry. With a solemn expression, Zephyr leaned in and whispered, "They're deltas, and the largest one is right in the center of the globe."Isla's heart clenched at the thought of such devastation, her eyes clouded with sorrow. "What happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Zephyr sighed, his gaze fixed on the swirling colours of the globe. "Drought," he replied. "Years of drought have drained the life from the river, turning what was once a vibrant delta into a barren wasteland. Ten years ago, it was a thriving ecosystem, teeming with sea and river life. But now..." He trailed off, his words hanging heavy in the air.

Amala put her hands together, rested her head on them, and closed her eyes. She was transported back to when the bustling city of Kanan thrived in the radiant glow of the River. In a decade, the land had become desolate, and Amala couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss as she looked around. Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind. She remembered the traders' annual visit to the city of Kanan. They would bring treasures from across the land to sell at the bustling marketplace. The city would come alive with colours, sounds, and trade excitement. But now, Kanan had become barren, devoid of its former glory. As Amala reminisced, she felt a twinge of sadness for the present state of her homeland.