Legend of the Seven Lights

15. Legacy

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Chapter 15: Legacy

Mariejoa

The peak of Mt. Mariejoa. It was beautiful. Almost all the buildings, all the roads, paved in white, glistening pearl, with lush green yards, clear blue rivers and fountains, and a bright sun in a great blue sky that made everything glitter. There could be no darkness here, no evil or negativity. This was God's Domain. The Holy Land.

A charming, frail old man in a black tuxedo, long gray mustache, and skinny black top-hat stood with his hunchbacked wife, who wore a pink dress and stood with a cane, by a river. "Ahhh... do you hear that, Joness?"

"Mmmmm yeeees..."

"Dear Jennifer is out and about again..."

"Isn't she nice..."

"WHEEEEEEE hahahahaha!" A young woman in her 20s, shiny brown hair in many curls, and flowing pink dress that sparkled, skipped across the pure blue river in pink high-heels, splashing the couple, though they paid no mind. Of all the high-class chaps on this peak, Jennifer Bush's soul was the most pure. Some said a sun took the place of her heart, and this could be true, for her powerful lightbending created the sun that hung over their mountain, the light that brought eternal day to all of Mariejoa.

Inside of a quiet little study, mountains of books were piled. Henry Churchill, in his charming blue-patterned tuxedo, indigo jeans, shiny brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes, peered within the pages of a book. "My, that's fascinating... an enjoyable read." He spoke very softly. "Just what game is this fellow playing. Surely the main character has an astonishing secret. He won't even tell his comrades. The suspense burns me. I cannot bring myself to-"

"WHEEEE!" Jennifer bursted in, mountains of papers toppling down as she glomped her elder Leader from behind. "Heeeelloooooooo, Henryyyyyyyy."

"Please, Miss Bush... I had not even moved my bookmark."

"Ohhhhh you're always reading, come outside Henry, it's a BEAUTIFUL day, BEAUTIFUL day, WAH HAH HEEEEEE!" And she was scampering out again.

Daphne Anderson sat alone in the darkest corner of Mariejoa. Plucking petal after petal from her inky black rose, the stem was as white and cold as the ghostly woman's flesh. "Loves me not....loves me less....loves me fewer....loves me... never."

"WHEEEEE!" Daphne's gray shadow singed on the appearance of sunlight. "Daphneeeee, Daphneeee, come outsiiiiide, get some suuuuun."

"What is sun... what is life... there is only one way... to see one's true path... and that is... without sun blocking their vision."

"Fine, stay here in the dark, I'mma go see Lucy is doing!" She slammed the door on the way out happily.

Dozens of gray statues filled the floor of Lucas Stonebuddy's room. Staring intently on his tiny stone model of the mountaintop, his brown hair shaggy, keeping warm under his heavy black sweater, his cold gray eyes peered over Mini Mariejoa. He quickly moved the little Jennifer statue across the landscape. "Yes, Miss Bush... run free. Like a child. So much personality you have. So much soul. That's why we love you. So our forefathers claim. No... a child must not have so much soul. Beings must be kept confined to themselves... limited. Yes, Jennifer... just run. Laugh. You are great where you are... a person should not go any further than they need to."

He turned around. Four statues stood above him, three ferocious men and one woman, all without shoes, with some kind of stone representing them. "The Four Earth Families. Granite, Quartzite, Sovite, and Hornfels. Not Stonebuddy... no." The upper half of a fifth statue was broken. "The Stonebuddies... had their own way. We limited ourselves... we did not desire ultimate power. That's why we were excommunicated from history. Why we wanted not the power of gods. It was unreal... to us. So history... ignored us. Now let history... see its error."