Chapter 12: Home, World and a Free Day

HOME

The North of the continent Phiawuqoa is Kufluywan, a cold and rugged place, surrounded by four of five highest mountains in all of Phiawuqoa. It is a land where heroes are made and legends are created in the sharpness of the land. One part of the land is a rich forest, the other a desolated place.

From the harsh land appeared a tall youth, Buckler, who had different views of leadership. At first, he secretly revolted against Galad, but after that more and more openly, until, he challenged Galad to battle.  In the meantime, Galad was creating an heir.

Galad accepted the proposal and defeated Buckler. Archyr, a hardened warrior, defeated the rest of the army.

 “Brother, we must go!” said the tall man that stood near the edge of the mountain.

“Yes, you`re right, the mountain will explode!” Korundus replied.

After a couple of days, the Dommunirr landed on Elf territory. At first, they made a pact with the elves. The land was flourishing.  However, one faithful night the Elves attacked. The entire city burned. It`s people murdered without warning. 

The elf king thought that he killed all of them. A sin they will later pay.

According to legend, not all of Dommunirr were killed that tragic night, from the ashes appeared a visionary. Korudus, grandson of the Dragon, rallied the Dommunirr against the Elves. Korundus became the first High King of Kufluywan. The elves retrieved in the mountains and made sanctuaries.

So, began a time of peace. Kings come and go, the land flourished under their just rule. One day the fire-drakes appeared from the distant land of Meswuoya.

With these events, the War of Dragons began. Dragon against dragon, dragonlord against dragonlord, brother against brother. The land was in chaos.

However, one of the dragon commanders changed sides. With the help of the dragons, the War of the Dragons ended.

Put down your sword, Riafinn! We need to talk.

Y…You k…You know my name?

Yes, I know everything about you.

Darkness send by the wizard Hemoct touched the world.

War covered the whole world. The War of the Shadow.

The light had a leader, Riafinn.

Riafinn gathered men around him; an army of ten thousand.

 With only a forlorn hope, they attacked. Nearly two thousand men died that day when the wizard Hemoct was defeated.

Riafinn had many adventures and met many legendary figures-men, giants, elves…

On one, his adventures Riafinn returned the wayward daughter of King Aigner to her home. And, having no further concern, he sought adventures in the West. Many wars and feuds Riafinn fought.

Honor and fear were heaped upon his name.

In time, he became a king by his own hand…

WORLD

In those days,

In those distant days,

In those ancient days,

Before man walked on this world,

Before the world was created,

Before the mighty Gods were born,

Before the moon and stars shinned on the night sky.

In the beginning there was chaos, and later darkness came.

In that great emptiness,

There was only chaos and darkness.

Chaos that wandered in the great emptiness,

Darkness that followed his every step,

Always ever present,

Nobody knew how long it did last,

Their great scurry across emptiness.

Over the great emptiness,

And under the great emptiness

It leads.

The great emptiness,

Started to change,

Things started to change.

Things started to change for better,

Chaos stopped,

He stood still,

Darkness had no other choice but to retreat,

Chaos stood alone in the middle of things,

That slowly started to take their places,

With their union,

The cosmos was created,

Chaos changed to order,

Order in its grandness and emptiness,

Decided that it need a form,

So, it made an avatar.

That avatar was Alun,

The first known God,

But not the all-father.

Darkness decided that it’s also time for an avatar,

That avatar was later called Iltion.

The two avatars continued to fight in the emptiness.

From their fight the first Gods were born,

Strong and beautiful,

Fierce and cunning,

Merciful and yet terrible in their rage,

The Gods hovered over the battlefield.

Avatars, in their rage, charged against each other,

The cosmos was shaking.

From their clash the first planets were created.

After the shaking stopped,

In front of the Gods a single figure stood,

Volun, the all-father, emerged,

Tall and lean,

Fierce and beautiful,

Wiser that the rest.

All the gods had a piece of his mind.

He looked at the things created around him,

And he thought,

That more worlds should be created in their image and in their glory.

It was decided.

The Gods chose one amongst them to go.

 In the beginning

The chosen God created the heavens and the earth.

And they were as one.

The world was empty,

Covered with darkness.

And then God said: “Light, let there be light.”

And so day and night were created.

Separated, constantly appearing one after the other.

With the creation day and night,

God looked at the earth,

It was too even for his taste,

With is mighty hand he lifted pieces of the earth,

And the hills and the mountains were created.

And then God created the waters

And divided them by size and type.

The world started to take shape,

And God thought what to create next,

He sat and thought,

And decided to create livestock,

The only thing left for him was to create mankind.

They were created in the image of the Gods themselves,

With any temptation or sins,

Pure,

Or so the plan was,

He had other places to create,

So little time to do it,

He had to speed things up,

In that the mankind was created,

Each group with their own traits,

In those nights

In those ancient nights

In those years

In those distant years

In those ancient days when

All things had been created

In ancient time when

All things were given their place

When bread was first tasted in the sacred shrines of the land

When the ovens had been lighted

When the heavens had been separated from the earth

When the earth had been separated from the heavens

 When mankind had been established

When the gods played a major role in lives of the people,

Everything was decided.

Mankind wandered the earth in search for a place to call home,

The first colonies were created,             

To sainted Nárad, prince of those

Whose lore in words of wisdom flows.

A FREE DAY

That morning, with the first sound of dawn, Alaim was called by the sultan.  He had a strange feeling of dread as he walked along the marble columns. He knelt in front of the sultan, and slowly waited to find out why he was summoned. It was the thing he least expected, a free day.

Alaim walked around the courtyard. Strange as it may sound, he has a day off. Even stranger, for him, was the fact that he was enjoying it to the fullness. The day started slow, the way he didn't like, but what else could he do? It was a day off. What could he do? He could do nothing, but only to relax and watch the courtiers do their daily routine. The routines were boring to him; he stopped, looked at the cloudless sky. His eyes shinned a glow that said everything.

Alaim walked between rows of crimson red roses. His eyes wandered from rose to rose, from row to row. The garden stretched as long as the eye could see, endless rows of crimson, orange, light pink, and yellow roses replaced each other on even intervals. Nowhere such polychrome could be seen in its entire splendor. It was a sight worth seeing; there was no question about it. Maybe, the garden was the prettiest in the world. Who knows? Maybe, in a few centuries the answer to that question will be known. He hoped.

Alaim looked at the fountain; the clearness of the water was mesmerizing. He moved closer. Thought after thought danced in his head that was tight from the ideas he kept. One after the other they appeared danced around him, mocked. One of them was the strongest. He returned to his room, lifted his pen and started writing his short work. A fable novella would be great, divided into sections that would later become stories. He had that strange notion of naming the sections in his books. Technically speaking, it's not a section but a different story-arc for lesser or greater character, but none the less it's a section of the same work. Many wondered why he does it, he simply replied, if the story is linear and if there are a few main characters then there is no need for that. He's a different sort of a writer, they say, who know what of it is true? Maybe, nothing or everything, nobody knows. Whatever the case may be, he's the type of a writer and a person that never stands still. He was the same from the beginning and will stay the same.