Fly Until You See The Light

Valley (1) - Chapter 5

«Ojtaro...» Horand explains, shaking his head. «It's a tradition that's been going on for centuries, and you know it. The task of us students is to make it continue. And, what's more, anything is possible when dealing with magic. What if we were caught off guard by other events before we had even organized this one?».

His motivations make sense, unfortunately. Ojtaro sighs, saddened. He just has to help his family, he won't participate in the fun of the Lessons.

He is a future Elder, let him keep this thing in his head. Some kind of Demigod, who knows. He doesn't even know.

And people have been looking for him for years, they want to help him in his mission. Pfft, help him, sure. They seek glory. But Eden is no place for glory.

Therefore, he will have to spend at least two or three months in the Cave of Prophecy with the Guide and the Prophets of the four elementary tests, who will strengthen him.

Water, Earth, Air, Fire.

At sixteen, Ojtaro will have to leave for the Eye of Eden. Two years to go.

This is the first time he's thought about it, but... When he'll become an Elder, what will happen to his family and, above all, to Sentinekka?

«Isle calls Oj'! Are you there, little Spirit?» Horand calls him. He was lost in his thoughts again while the other was talking.

«Oh, yes, I'm so sorry» he replies, going back to listening to him.

Horand looks at him, feeling sad for him. «I am sorry» he says, looking down.

«Why?».

«You are forced to do things you don't want to do. You are the only being who would like not to have to deal with magic or stuff, and here you are, created by a desire of the Elders to kill one of them and take his place. And you were even abandoned by everyone you knew, not even your parents wanted anything to do with you. It's not right, just not fair».

Oj' hugs him. Horand is very sensitive. He will be able to keep his future Constellation at bay. «I wish the Elders also thought like you».

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Sentinekka exclaims in amazement:«The temple is wonderful!».

It is huge, with colored marble bricks; the floor is dark; magenta and yellow banners rise on the walls; small recesses with stone tombs show themselves to them; and, right in front of a closed door, at the end, there is the place of meditation of the two Elders. The place looks like the Isle of Dawn, except for an octagonal platform in the center with stairs to the right and left.

On it, surrounded by candles, two statues separated by a thin gap with triangular faces look at them. In addition, some bricks in the building have blue colors that contrast with the dark stone.

«Not a bad place, isn't it?» Judy asks, not at all surprised by the two Children's reaction.

Orlando shouts:«It's crazy!» and finds himself surrounded by an echo of his own voice that goes around the entire temple. The boy chuckles.

Judy laughs too, but more calmly. «I'll give you a hand with those troublesome Twins, okay? But don't be heavy, they have warrior instincts if intimidated. Just like the Elder of the next realm. Even thought he always has got warrior instincts... And that's a huge problem» she suggests, amused.

She carefully lights the white candles on the pedestal, and from that gesture Sentinekka can see the girl's scratched hands.

«What happened to your hands?» she asks, indicating the wounds with her gaze.

Judy looks at the point indicated by her Moth, and then replies:«Dark Crabs. Those creatures and I don't get along. We are at war» she laughs, although the other two don't seem amused at the thought of her words. «They bite».

«Only Golden Wastelands crabs bite like that... They hate you huh?» Orlando asks, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder to console her.

«They attack me for no reason, even at metric distances! I think there's something wrong with me...» Judy says. She then adds, shaking her head:«Duh, obviously something is wrong with me. I've lost every wheel in my brain. By the way, Dark Crabs are a bit mean as they are». And she smiles, inviting her friends to kneel in front of the candles as if nothing had been discussed.