Dracarys
By blood or by the teachings, you preserve the life itself, neither one shall take from each other, for it is consummating the augury of those that are mingled, as it is with the dreams which Elves dream firstly when they take their human mates, not practicing the sleepwalking with the eyes wide open, for they sleep foremost and first with their elven mates, and for their kin, they are more matching the human beings, but just as they can endure the fire, bathe in its lava flames, and so there are the force shields that are not draining the Elves of original stems, the spirit is the one that is sending the missive, from one soul to another, to complete what is left to be totalized and filled. Beauty, for all this time, at the current point, and in the present hour, was having her own contemplative mind. She never fumbled for long, as the Beauty she was, but, now, having the time for herself, she could feel that all was well with those two, she could give herself the freedom to mediate about her personal existence. For there were the spread tales about her, brimful with thickness and freeing the congealed tails of the neverending stories, ingrained into her very mind since she was the small one, yet, already she was among the ones of the myth and the legend. The one about whom you whisper, the one about whom you strew the same whispers.
The one about whom the words are written, and the rumors are made true, and the mythological allegories that are being perfected to the shiniest spot, are doing her the repeated favors. She didn’t like them, they weren’t telling who she really was, only what, nothing genuinely, only what they knew of her, and they knew nothing. Whereas they weren’t the part of her of who she was, she was the particle that is the final magic, which they inbreathe when it falls. For the Dragons were something that couldn’t be ever mastered, or subdued. She isn’t the creature you can train, or to be docile to you. She, like many of her own kinsfolk, is never to be domesticated, there is the wilderness in the Dragons, they are their own, and the Wolves were the consent of their Masters, Dragons were those that were far-reaching and far-changing, the ones whose lives are the unexpected fancy and unsuspected imagining, something you can only hope not to portend, and to stay as the premonition that is unpredicted.
There is the boding, misgiving of hers, for she could hear it, she harked it, and she was desirous of it, when the snowing skies were the deep mauve crimson, and they have been inundated with the Dragons, skywards at the Winterfell, when the clouds were overflown, when it was overflowed, it was the only time they could do their dance, when they were imparted with the empowerment to fly over the Ice Wall of the North, to battle whatsoever was up, aloft in the heavenly kingdom, the first time in the lifespan of any men, she could dream that she was there, for she was but the mere hatchling, yet there was the Meraxes, or Mera, whose imperishable beauty and niceness was what has scattered the newer news, that are littered with mythos and mythology of the Gentle Violet.
During the views of ranges that were becoming as she was, when the people renamed her, into the beauty like no other, and she was of the younger seeds that eventually, may even outclass her. Her Dragon Lord, was the Liege Master, he was the Prince of the Dragon House, one of many from where he hailed along with the Ladies and Princesses of the gracefulness and elegance, from the House that bred captains of squads as him, the generation that came after Dagor Dagorath that shall bring ever more, the Last of the Last, the young ones who weren’t born during the one, hence hadn’t maturated or ripened to join others of their relatives and the kith and kin. It was the time that was birthing the legends, and they weren’t into none. It was the time about which they could only learn and study, but the nostalgic feeling about the time you didn’t live, the one you shall never meet or know, shall remain to kindle in them as a tinder that never is to be rekindled. It was something about everything that was enfolding around her, swaddling her as if she were the baby, it was folding her in the curled position. She could even sensate the sand and its dunes, the sandy humps and the oblations of the serenity, for there is the felicity which is never to be perceived, and never to be unveiled. It cannot be, those ridges of the sand and the elevations of the prehistoric territories of the dune, were telling some other story, the one that is untold, and it could be narrated from each facet, nor it could be foretold. She had her peace, her peace and quiet, but there was something that is missing or she lacked so.
- So, you are the Beauty – she got aggravated, unrolling her coiled bat wings, bracing for the collision, as though there is some overwhelming sensation, the threat that is to reach from all sides, and it is imminent from all directions, and no, it wasn’t the human of theirs, the one they claimed speedily. Oh, no. Her rider would never approve or give his consent, so easily for him to walk around, to teeter as if he is to own the untainted soils and the holy grounds. No. He was the religious one, and his religion is that the human must be broken and tame, that is the prime concern and primacy over all else, to fit in, he took as the others, not the Faith of the Forests, but the Light of the Seven, not the one that constitutes the Lord of the Light, neither those who follow Dark, New and Old Gods. He was the devout and dedicated person, and if there was anything which he didn’t take lightly, it was the sense of the one that came to them, as it was authorized by any.
- Who are you? What are you doing in here? For what are you here? – I would question you the same, but it was appearing to me, that you grew absent-minded, and it is never easier to stay pensive, the sand is evoking something in each one of us, rousing something that was slumbering – when it is finalized, she threatens, looking threatening. – If you even dare to come close, provoke it or challenge it, risk it, know this only, I am going to smite you and he feels you as well, it shall be done at where you stand.
- That isn’t so nice, for I am your Elf Emperor – at first, she recoils, she backs off and finally, her Dragons senses lit, with which she could see as deep and as far, just like in all the elvendom, there is the magic that does galvanize even the most dreaming ones. – Your greatness. We are but the small seedlings and…- You shall be one of the Great, soon than you think and there is nothing for you to grieve for. You weren’t made to be prepared when the battle that you weep for is gone, the Genesis Flood is one of more to come so.
He spoke of the future, and that future was for everyone, and each pedestrian is to be triggered to act, to be moved of how to carry itself, how to stand and how to approach, for there shall be accesses when the blood shall be reduced to naught, and when the spirit is lost to the ending days. When the Fallen Gods shall turn their eye to the newly pending rulers and when the monarchs of the old, shall be nothing more but the false idols to whom we prayed. For when the life fails, a death loses its meaning and without the stirrings in the magic, nothing is left same.
- I want to alert you. You shall be one of many. To brief you about what is to come. To forewarn and to inform. Each one of you. After all, I have my time, and when it grows, you shall consign it to your Dragon and other Elves to their own animal companions. For there are many of us, and there are a lot of them who are of the skies, of the seas and of the earth, but there is none as you, that are of the pure winds. And this is what I am passing down unto you, and through you, he will know too. Prepare yourselves for the forthcoming age, the age that shall know no heartwarming splendidness, the age that shall not ask you for enlightenment, the age that shall be purely on a whim, the age that tells you, after the Sun, comes the rain, and after the rain, there is nothing for you, but to be brought to heel. For that is the Dark Age, and the dealings during one of such, shall give birth in one day, the thousands of sins, and those eggs shall be our condemnation, if we do not act right away.
- What am I to do?! Please, I sense it too, in the water, in the fire, in the clouds, in the earth, there is no one to speak to us, about the times that are declining its downfall. What is going to happen to us?
- What I do fear, and it shall not come to that. I am the one who will make the alternate history of the one where we become the Cylons, the robotic beings whose skin shall be the human, the humanoids, but we shall not be humans, neither Elves, all what shall be, are the Dreamers that are bigger than Kings and the projecting that is sending the imaginary reality to the people you will both hanker for, and in the end, even kill, and then breed them dead.
She got it. She got the message, the tidings of the Great One. The one that is the red flag himself, the colors and the banners, the standards and the clarions shall be from the City of God, the abode of the angels, the blaring trumps shall be trumpeting and the drums shall be drumming. Little by little, the grey clouds shall darken and the obscuring shall become, as though the last of the days are purifying the world that has stretches and the belted roads of the spans from the East, to the West. There is no fear, only for those who suffer already. After all is said and it is done, when the last saltwater is nothing but the salt, when the rivers are dried and when the peoples forget that our dreams are not what matter, but what the God had in store for us, and disregarding of how it pains us. We must answer to ourselves and what it marks to be a human, even when you are the Elf. Oh, God. I sinned, forgive me when the meek are the shunned ones.
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- There is hope. There is that good in people. I see it. I know it. It is hard to live, even harder to believe. But know this, I am at each labored step, with you. Believe me. I am the Spirit of Fire.
Consumer of Life, Soul to the Flame. Reimagined.