Rise of Yahunyens: Origin

Episode 42: Wrings The Wings: Part 1

In the great overview of the countryside state of Rothen, within the enchanting realm of Gerwanis, lay the city of Venlores—a place where nature and architecture intertwined to create a breathtaking paradise. The air was filled with the melodious tunes of flutes, harmonizing with the rustling leaves and the distant murmur of cascading waterfalls. This countryside, a hidden gem, surpassed the imagination's limits with its beauty and charm.

As one wandered through the cobblestone streets of Venlores, the sights were nothing short of a fair-tale. The cityscape was a harmonious blend of quaint village life and vibrant market activity. Small buildings with white-washed walls and blue-domed roofs lined the streets, reminiscent of a place where time stood still. The buildings' architecture echoed the style of ancient, untouched civilizations, with every corner adorned with intricate frescoes that depicted tales of old.

The surrounding landscape was an artist's forever dream within a dream within a dream. The super upside down rainbow mountains stretched across the horizon, their flat peaks were kissed by the first light of dawn, reflecting hues of purple, blue, red, pink, green and gold and their pointed ends touched the ground instead. These mountains were said to be the remnants of an ancient battle between Gods (just a belief, that ain't true, people have mistaken a fight between men as a fight between Gods), where the skies themselves wept colors of peace. The phenomenon, unique to Gerwanis, was an awe-inspiring sight as the vibrant colors shifted and danced with the changing light, creating a living canvas that never ceased to amaze.

The coast was lined with golden-sand beaches that sparkled like diamonds, and the waters held an impossible shade of turquoise, as if the ocean had stolen the sky's brilliance. The small sea unnamed but was home to vibrant marine life, and at night, it glowed with a natural bioluminescence, turning the waves into a canvas of swirling lights. The underwater coral forests were home to creatures found nowhere else on Aeartha, their forms both beautiful and mysterious, like the ethereal sea serpents said to guard the treasures of the deep.

At the heart of Venlores itself, the architecture was as good as it could be, even without any super technology. The buildings, inspired by the calderas of old, had an ethereal quality. They were built into the cliffs, overlooking the sea, and seemed to merge with the landscape. Each structure was painted in shades of blue and white, with terracotta roofs that caught the light of the setting Yigritha, casting a golden glow over the city. The narrow alleys, paved with colorful mosaics, were lined with bougainvillea-type flowers that cascaded over the walls in a riot of pink and purple.

In the distance, the Great Plateau of Venlores known as Rigthilmisilil, rose above the city, offering a panoramic view of the entire countryside. From this vantage point, one could see the patchwork quilt of fields, the emerald forests, and the glistening sea. The plateau was crowned with ancient ruins, remnants of a lost civilization, where the air was thick with the scents of poisonous flowers and the whispers of forgotten times serving a purpose in the story.

The night sky over Venlores was a spectacle in itself. Free from the blinding lights of modern cities, the stars shone with a brilliance unmatched. The galaxies stretched across the sky like a river of diamonds, and the occasional meteor shower added a touch of magic to the already surreal landscape. It was said that the skies of Gerwanis were blessed by the gods, and those who gazed upon them would find their dreams filled with visions of wonder and inspiration.

The land of Gerwanis was a country renowned not for its wealth or power, but for its serene beauty and the gentle souls of its people. Governed by the modest yet wise Kingdom of Xixar, under the benevolent reign of King Ishizal Lensior, Gerwanis was a nation that embraced the simpler, more harmonious aspects of life.

Floriculture and horticulture were the lifeblood of Gerwanis, turning the country into a vast, colorful garden.

King Ishizal Lensior, known for his wisdom and kind heart, ruled from the modest yet elegant Pyramid Palace, which stood at the heart of the capital city, Kharsa. The palace itself was a marvel, surrounded by gardens that bloomed year-round, showcasing the best of Gerwanis' flora. King Ishizal was a ruler who believed in leading by example. He often walked among his people, tending to the royal gardens himself and engaging in conversations with the gardeners. His deep connection to the land and its people earned him immense respect and love from all corners of his kingdom.