Chang Er Ling and the call of the Blue Moon

Khaiti and Keita

Many years have passed and the Earth has not changed anything since the curse of the First.The Shadow Clan kept circling and invading the islands, they just didn't have much interest in the little ones so the ex-Gisellians were able to live and maintain their health quietly.

On Khaiti Island life was peaceful. Everyone shared their knowledge about doing something and always gathered every night for a conversation wheel like they used to. Supported by the Barreto and Carrilho rivers with their numerous arms of clear miwas and currents, the diguqis always damp. Khaiti was the greatest gift the Gisellians had ever found and everyone lived happily as if the terrifying past no longer existed and now known as Khaitians.

Salene and Caesar were the leaders of the island and were always praised by the people when they walked among them. Salene was twenty-five years old, black hair, always cheerful; she wore a purple robe with silver threads and a symbol that resembled a star inside a snowflake on her chest on the left side. Caesar was a close age to his wife, tanned hair and very serious; he wore a navy blue robe with silver threads and a symbol that resembled a crystal ball with pearl inside on his chest on the right side.

On that hot Morning Major Star, they walked quietly toward Fujii Temple, a millenary cave with symbols engraved on the inner walls of the extinct Fujii Huozan .

The leaders were meant to consult with the Seuvazgis what the island was waiting for when the cold season, winter, arrived.

As they climbed the temple staircase, the leaders waited for permission to enter the cave and did not have to wait long.The gates that looked like walls of giant stones opened and the two rushed in. At that moment, they saw several statues covered in magenta robe and wine from head to toe, whose faces were unacknowledged and of those who were never exposed to morning light. The leaders bowed and soon walked near the altar.

The atmosphere resembled a large hall, whose ceiling was two hundred meters high and supported by several columns. Each column had engraved symbols and a timeline that told the story of the First and ancestors who had lived before them. It was like a holy Bible writing on the walls of a cave for future generations.

So what? What is the news? ―Salene asked the Seuvazgis.

A doomed past, a present in danger and the future on fire. Or a forgotten past, a distorted present and a more joyful future.―one of them answered.

No more riddles. We want to know the truth. Are we going to survive next winter or not?―Caesar asked by closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling so as not to lose his patience.

The Seuvazgis were masters at hiding the truth and answering the questions in puzzles so that the consultants could find out the final answer on their own.―We won't say it out loud more than once, but we can show you what we see.―the Seuvazgis said.

The leaders agreed and drank the liquid from the pure miwa chalice for the session. The Seuvazgis invaded their minds and showed several events at the same time, at such a rapid speed, but to them it seemed to be a long premonition.

In their view they showed two islands distant from each other that suddenly collided and disappeared. A baby being carried by the current of the Carrilho River connected to the Andaika and disappeared without a trace. Several mutilated bodies, bloodied and scattered on the ground, some huddled and lifeless. A busy and cheerful village where a happy and graceful child lives. Pearl, roots, pages and flames connected to a madna toward the heavens. Everything went dark and the vision ended.