The Allegory Of Triberias: The Call Of Destiny .

Of Rare Friendships

THE VIEWPOINT,
Eastern Wind, Triberias
2420 AA, After the Great Ascension.

The name of the city was Triberias. However, no one ever called it by that name. No, not after what had happened several centuries ago. When the scaffolds had broken apart and the Sanctuary was divided into the four Winds.
Not just the Sanctuary,  but the world below as well.
The researchers were still not sure what had happened. For where the boundaries initially existed, a great white cloud. No, a great mist. A barrier mist like the humans now called it reigned supreme in the city and also in the world below.
It was a mist really.  One that caused a distortion in the realm and prevented any that would want to move across from venturing forward. Those that tried reported failure. Even with their Virtue, the barrier mists remained extremely impenetrable and so, as with all other things difficult, this study was abandoned as well.
Even with the barrier mists in place, what remained was still a paradise.  Islands that existed above the clouds in the four winds in a realm that was supposedly legendary. One that was actually real but also quite invisible to any human eye.
Here in this sky islands the Great flourished, or rather lately, they tried to survive.
Being in the clouds, the islands were unusually white. Glittery too, unlike the foggy darkness of the low lying thunder clouds that seemed to support the very clouds upon which the city stood.
The air too was pristine. Pure and abundant unlike what one would expect at such an high altitude. The clouds effervesced, scattering the light of the Hope as it was refracted a million times over. Creating the illusion of glittering air and a million colourful butterflies suspended in the islands' atmosphere.
Avian life flourished here as well and the occasional flock in an array of colours would always buzz by. Singing the songs of happy morning to any ear that would be tenable.
However, to Havillah's weary soul and ears, all this beauty was lost in the intrigues of a world whose colours were much dimmer and the aesthetics much gruesome than the plane on which she now resided. Maybe it was born of boredom. It had to be. For her own life in her own eyes was nothing but monotonous. A dull repetition of the very same things. Day after day, month after month over what was supposed to be a very extended lifetime. A lifetime that had soon made everything appear quite mundane. When compared to the ever changing landscapes, the seasons and the times in a world that she had grown to love as she watched day in and day out from the hollows at the view point.
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Despite its repugnant atmosphere, this world had made their paradise lose all its lustre. Their long empty lives paling in comparison to a short full lifetime. One that was full of mystery and wonder and a certain intrigue that always left her brimming with yearning.
And yet, she was still a Great. That much was apparent from her silver eyes. However, and unlike most of other Great, she  did not think herself superior in any way, but her people would soon strip her of her Virtue before allowing her to descend into a world that was always seen as morbid. Her fate already sealed a long time ago. By the hand of the ancients. Hers being a destiny that was special. A calling that was higher. Engraved deep within the light that now shone through her eyes as a Great and so, her eyes would forever be like jewels.
In this case, jewels like molten silver. This being the distinguishing factor between the Great and the humans. One that set her apart from the lesser even as her mentor had chosen to refer to them. A lesser race that she now envied, but still, Havillah guessed their many differences made them all glorious in a curious way.
She was not sure if the same sentiments were carried within the hearts these two females. However, she could only hope so. 
Why else would her two friends always accompany her to watch the world from the view point in secret? She thought as she stared at the two of them.  One, a young women close to her age and the other but a little girl in her early teens.
Moriella was a young woman of  twenty. She had a head full of red hair. A lovely shade of crimson that cascaded down her back in waves. Giving the illusion of the sun at sunset even as it rested against red shiny fabric of her golden embroidered Triban gown.
Her eyes were like big round jewels that glittered like sapphires. With a conglomeration of topaz and amethyst interspersed within the blue of the larger sapphire.
The other female was much younger and as such, she had a much smaller stature. On her head was a mop of yellow blond curly locks. An unruly mess that crowned her head like a golden fleece. It also cascaded down her back like mounds of wool before coming to rest beneath her spine. The locks curled up against the sides of a small round face and on her wide forehead before comimg to a stop a few centimetres above a startling set of shiny green eyes in form of yellow bangs.
Yes, her eyes were like emeralds. Emeralds that were interspersed with flecks of gold that glimmered with so much light even as they skimmed the upper surface of a darkened cloud in order to better view the rolling landscapes that were still shifting beneath them.
"Moriella, why do you think she is taking so long?" the young girl complained, pulling out her small white hands from within the wide berth of her green and gold embroidered cowl. She wringed them out even as she glanced out into the cloud nervously.
"I do not know Cjaira, but I guess, it must have something to do with her mentor. You know how Appraiser is." Moriella, the young woman replied as she cleared away the rest of the cloud with just a flick of her hand.
Cjaira stared back at Moriella's hand her jealousy clearly written all over her face. They were yet to notice her and as such, Havillah was able to hear their thoughts on the matter.
“How can you do that so easily?” Seeing her jealous expression, Moriella burst out laughing at the little green thing. "Not funny." Cjaira grumbled as she shook her head in frustration before turning her eyes to gaze at the ocean view that had now settled beneath them.
"Why does the Elder hate her so much?" she suddenly aired out of exasperation.
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Without warning, Moriella's hands reached out to cap her small pink lips to prevent her from speaking more careless words that would have otherwise be considered dangerous.
"Ssh...Quietly Cjaira!" she scolded as she frantically looked around with gingerly eyes for other eyes or ears that may have noticed. Satisfied that no one was listening, having not noticed Havillah that is, Moriella removed her hands from Cjaira's mouth and addressed her in a much softer tenor. "Now, I do not think that the old man hates her per se.  However, very few Great have a tolerance for Havillah's way of thinking and I am afraid, the good Elder just isn't one of them."
"What is wrong with asking questions? Is not that how one gets to learn?" the younger girl countered much fiercely, but in a much softer tone. Having learnt her lesson from her previous encounter with Moriella's brusque hands.
"When the questions are about humans then, I am afraid, many will still consider it a taboo."