The Allegory Of Triberias: The Call Of Destiny .

Flying the Sail Boat

BETHESDA,
2420 AA, After the Great Ascension.

"You know what Gabriel?” she suddenly exploded. “I liked you better when you just thought that I was merely a damsel in distress!" Havillah snapped back, already weary of his sarcasm and the condescending attitude that had been hanging around him for a while.

Her patience was wearing thin after the long day she had experienced and the longer morning that had involved handling an irritating man-child who did not know better than to project his feelings and disappointments on her.
However, she had to admit that he was not as horrible as the twins were and for that, she had to at least be grateful.

For a long while, Gabriel refused to talk to Havillah and for a moment, an uncomfortable silence hang heavily above them. Finally, when she was almost ready to apologise, he spoke up.

"It could help a lot if you just gave me an explanation that I can work with." he suddenly said and Havillah turned her gaze away from the sea to look at him.

"I did," she replied quietly. "It is not my fault that you cannot believe me."

"Sure." he suddenly fell into a fit of deriding laughter. "That you're a 'Great' and that you have come from this fantastical city that is up there in the sky?" he put it out so snidely that she soon found herself growing mad with annoyance.

"But it is true!"

"Oh please!" The man retorted and she could only glare at him disputing wishing that she could hammer some sense into him.

The two of them locked gazes for a while, neither of them willing to concede. That is, until Havillah thought otherwise of the situation and decided to turn away.

"You know what? It doesn't matter." she finally declared as she retrieved her hands from the warm haven of the sleeves of her Triban robe. "Just show me the way to Killion and I will be out of your hair." she added as she clapped her hands together as part of the Modus of calling on her Second Virtue. 

It was not always like this. But she was impatient and too irritated to go about it in a more delicate manner. Still her anger fueled her focus and in no time, a ball of warm bright light had formed at the centre of her capped palms.

She stretched it out and it formed a huge bright halo which was then condensed into a small ball of pure light. Swirling her hands around the glowing ball it swiftly gained form. The form of a glowing white crystal. One that pulsed with the appearance of a small pebble suspended in air.

"What...what is that?" Gabriel stumbled as he took a step backwards. His jaws fell wide open as he stared back at her and the crystal that she now held lovingly in her hands.

In the space of the time that it had taken to created it, the man had stepped back a few paces from the wheel and even now, he was still retreating.

"A hope crystal," she replied in a perfunctory manner, still irritated at his earlier remarks.

Disregarding his reaction at her response, Havillah held up her right hand and with it. She looked at it and it's perfect form and smiled. It was truly a cute thing. Even she had not yet gotten used to seeing this very tangible form of her Second Virtue.

True, there were many hope crystals in the city with the greatest one being the Hope. However, all these were relics of an age gone. Pieces that had been left behind from the time of the Ancients.