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Darthanion is a beautiful world, the sky a spectacular violet haze with green twinkling stars and two orange moons with bands of red that dance to the rhythm of the enchanted wind and lilac clouds that blended in and out of the sky that enwrapped them so gently.
A peaceful place, where no one was leader, no one was in charge so to speak, all were equal and had a place regardless of their species, shape or size, intellect or gift.
There was a natural harmony, it was all they ever knew until the holes.
My name is Nerwin, this is my kingdom, well in a way it is, I seem to be the longest living ‘being’ here and often looked at as a father figure by most if not all. It has been a long time since I recalled the stories of my ancestors and thought it time to try and get it all down before my memory fades completely, so I shall begin, not at the beginning but about a very special family.
I am sure I shall eventually come full circle so those left behind will understand our beginning.
Palantir, the second child of Gilor a ‘dragor’ and Larien a ‘fae elemental’, soared into the air and weaved his way in and out the mountain tops that spiralled out of view amongst the lilac clouds. He was only two years old but already he was the bravest and strongest of his siblings. Being part fae and part dragor, he was the second ‘faeragon’ as they decided to call themselves way back when I was not yet born. I was the only remaining faeragon before his older brother Kiemoon was born. Enelya his youngest sister newly hatched sat in the basket squawking, sucking on her claws, she was quite delightfully mostly dragor in structure, fat cuddly, her body still smooth so could go either way, like the twins, predominantly fae, or like Kiemoon and Palantir a fifty fifty split of the genetic coding or maybe she would be more like her father, just a fiery dragor of note. Like most babies, she demanded attention, food, cuddles which her fae grandmother Linwe gave as she watched and complied to all her demands, in awe at the latest arrival to this special family, probably hoping she would show a bit of her fae side as she grew, one never knew with the faeragons. Nevertheless all of her grandchildren were spectacular in appearance, and nature…..so individual, so unique, especially the twins.
Galandriel and Elros twins of one year were under the watchful eye of their parents out learning the dangers of Darthanion, not that there were many, but rules were rules and had to be obeyed. There were places you could go safely and places you could, but really shouldn’t, food that was good for some Darthanions and food that would not be good for us, but were nectar to others. For this family they had to be doubly cautious and I watched over them with special care. Although there were other dragor families about and many types of fae elementals, cross breeding was stopped for some reason many centuries before, making me one of the ‘last borns’ …. There were stories I vaguely remember and will recount if they come to mind later.
Palantir had lost his elder brother Kiemoon to a ‘hole’ three months earlier and although very young he took great effort to follow in his elder brothers footsteps and take on the extra responsibilities. The holes had been appearing on and off for the last year on a regular basis and he knew not to fly too close to them. They were never in the same places though and he had been taking note and writing down his findings every day when he got home trying to find a pattern. His Grandmother Linwe thought he was crazy and told him as reassuringly as she could that the holes were there to let new stars in but he didn’t believe her, knowing she was just trying to keep him safe, and not wanting to lose yet another grandson. .
Today he had been playing with a herd of or-ofae for a good few hours but he was distracted by one hole in the sky. He knew to keep far out of its reach, knowing it could curl and swirl and strike without warning. Today there was only the one small one on the far side of the valley, he was miles away from it and he knew it could move quickly but not as quickly as he! He also knew he could out fly or out run the holes, he had done it before and saved quite a few Darthanions in the process, but he needed to concentrate on food today for the family, and this hole was bothering him. It seemed different to the others he had noted. It seemed to be pulsating, glowing different colours instead of the normal yellow. He shrieked my name on the wind, knowing only I would hear his call.
He had been hiding the day his brother Kiemoon disappeared, unlike Palantir, Kiemoon was shaded deep purple to the softest lilac, and blended in with the sky and clouds, he had the most beautiful green tips to some of his scales and feathers which glittered like the stars, so well camouflaged when flying in the sky. Palantir when high in the moon rings, could melt into their redness and disappear from sight, away from prying eyes and nagging parents, away from chores and responsibilities. Here he was just Palantir, an exquisite crimson and yellow Faeragon. He felt guilty he had not heard his brothers call for help, not seen the holes sweeping down on him, not shadowing him as he usually would have done. He felt responsible for his brother being lost and he was adamant he would find a way to bring him back. If he studied the holes and found out what they wanted from his secure world maybe he could find his brother and the others that had gone missing.
This was his quest and he would try everything to achieve it.
Chapter 2 .
Since losing his brother, Palantir was now the oldest Faeragon in Darthanion excluding me. I thought I was the last of my kind, that there would never be any more Faeragons in my life time; it was a dream that I hoped for but never really expected. This is why the family was so special. We had never had cross breeds here since my family had taken over the care of the kingdom, and I had given my permission gladly when its union was requested especially as it would help unite and build the depleting Darthanion nation. Many if not most of my kind had been lost because of the holes in the sky. They had become a big worry to everyone, we had always had holes, but only a few over the last few centuries and none that stayed for any length of time or caused any trouble.
Times were changing and our world was in serious trouble. We had always been a peaceful nation and still were. No wars, no struggles, and no starvation. Our health was good and we lived long lives. The crops of fruit and vegetables propagated well in the temperate weather and the animals that were left free to breed in their natural habitat were plentiful. But the holes, big gaping yellow holes piercing our violet sky that seemed to suck the very lives of those we loved and those we depended on.
In the summer the heat from these holes had started burning the crops and on winter nights they froze them. On a beautiful day like today they were nowhere in sight, hiding waiting to pounce on unsuspecting Darthanions going about their daily lives. The holes sucked them into the sky before they could even protect themselves, gone forever to some where we did not know. They curled down like snakes from other worlds, vacuuming everything in their path, bringing fear and sadness to those left behind. This is what had happened to Palantir’s elder brother, the first of the new breed.
The small enchantments hid beneath the ground for protection and I missed their musical dances down the streets, Furrows and burrows were full of animons going about their daily life. The day was young and the market had not yet begun with the buzzing sales of food and wine, the chatter and song of the wee folk.
I scanned the horizon with my hands, feeling for the energy of the boy, where was he today, nothing could happen to him, he had to be protected at all costs. I had all my best scouts on the job, all they did was watch and follow. Today he had escaped their watch, he was fast, and clever. Not placid and easy going like his brother, quite the opposite in fact.
He had learnt at an early age how to camouflage himself, wrap his shape to be invisible, fly like the wind and dance with the flowers. Much smaller than myself but with more talent than I had in my dew claw. He wasn’t careless or reckless in any way; he was a serious student and learned hard and fast. He knew when to ask for help and when he wanted to be left alone to explore he would do just that no matter how good the scouts were, he could evade the best of the best. He had the best traits of both breeds the faeries and the dragons.
To look at, he took my breath away. Standing he would be about 8 foot tall , his hair was shaded from the deepest crimson to the palest yellow standing up in shards that looked dragon like in the distance but were as soft as the most delicate petals on the most fragile blossom. This soft shard shaped hair covered most of the top half of his young muscular body. Long pointed ears that could hear the micules under the surface of the dark fertile earth came from his mother’s genetic structure as were his long and slender hands and fingers that could feel and manipulate the energies of the wind song. From his father he had inherited long muscular legs with long sharp defensive talons and the most magnificent tail covered with a sheath of hard armour. His eyes were quite unique, large like his father’s yet deep and soulful with amazing vision like his mother. Versatile in both languages fae and draaghon, he could speak on the wind or root others to the spot with his fiery roar. He had a massive wing span, these mighty wings would fold gently into his shape when he landed like a cocoon around him which made him look almost like a giant flame when he lifted his tail up and curled it above his head …… his favourite and I suppose his most comfortable pose …… this was when he wanted to be left alone …… in thought, a definite do not disturb signal from him.
I would often watch him from afar, sitting in the centre of the brilliant green amoria bushes, sitting in this pose with the wind teasing the fine shards of feathers, tail over his head, totally at one with all around him, and it made it seem like a giant amoria flame flower coming from the bushes with a bowing centre stamen, as his tail lifted tall over him and curved delicately down.
Feeling the energies around me I answered his call. I sensed his troubled mind and was at his side in seconds, on the hill top, with a panoramic view of our world and all that lay on it and above it. No words were spoken; together we watched the hole and the ebb and flow of its glow. Mixing our thoughts and energies our minds travelled to the light. We stood side by side deep in a tangled web of magic and mind control searching out the missing threads of this tapestry of glowing yellow light that emanated from the hole. After a few minutes the hole disappeared. It felt threatened by the intrusion and we felt the backlash when we drew back our energy. Together we slumped to the ground to gather our strength. Palantir recovered faster than I, due to his young age I suppose. I was after all nearly one and a half centuries of age and the responsibilities of life had taken its toll over the years, especially the last few.
We both knew the imminent danger had passed, for now anyway, this hole would not return today, nor during moontime, all seemingly disappeared during moontime. This was the easiest time to spot them but they never appeared, or maybe they were just sleeping no one knew.
Palantir was reading my thoughts and suddenly jumped up excitedly. This was the way to explore them, at moontime, camouflaged with magic and the speed of the wind we could go together. I was unsure if these old bones could do it and protect him fully, we sat in thought, plans developing from mind to mind, seeking out different scenarios, the what ifs from me and the answers from him, I think the main concern we had was we really did not know what happened to them at moontime, where they just invisible, sleeping, or simply disappeared to somewhere else. The tug of war between our thoughts went on for quite a few hours before our plan was complete and I was semi satisfied. I decided we would meet again on the morrow, and develop the ideas further, we needed to sleep on it. Neither of us got much sleep that night to be honest, our minds planning, surmising, wondering, trying to outwit these holes we knew very little about was not going to be easy.
Two moons away to perfect the sequence and make sure all safety was ensured for Palantir. He was the only one capable of doing this, I knew it and so did he. I did however still have some nagging doubts in my mind, there was no sure way of knowing if we were going to be one hundred percent safe, there were no guarantees, my mind wondered along these lines, and I made a mental note of my concerns to share when we met again with Gilor and Larien, nothing could be done unless they were also in line with our thoughts. It was a family affair after all …. It was the faeragons the holes search for more than the other that had unfortunately got caught in their path of destruction. It took a while to realize this, more holes appeared when we were about in the long gone days, when we hid they disappeared, they did not seemed phased by the dragor in the least, who at first tried chasing and catching them only to be whipped aside like leaves in a strong breeze. We did not know why we were singled out of all the magic flowing in the kingdom, it was not like we had a special kind , any more than anyone else did, there were things we could do that others could not, but then again there were plenty of things we could not do . For example we could not easily hide unless we had the perfect colour camouflage, there were few places the bigger of us could hide due to our size, much like the dragor. Also not all of us had the same kind of magic, we never knew till well after a year, where our specialty would lie.
Our parents sometimes had an inkling from birth depending on which parent, or ancestor was stronger in our genetic make up, but sometimes they were wrong even then. I have seen the smallest of faeragons, mostly fae like , have greater skills than the mighty dragor skills of speed of sound and strong as the heftiest winds. My mind had groped the thoughts over the years, to understand why we were seen as more delectable than others to be taken.
Elros and Galandriel
At a year old Elros and Galandriel were a striking pair of twins. They were almost identical and more faerie than dragor in their genetic coding. Long slim greenish limbs stretched out in the sunshine as they cantered gracefully along beside their parents. Elros could out run his father with ease but was finding it really hard to keep up with his mother. Galandriel stayed by her fathers’ side, pretending to prefer to run with him for protection rather than showing off her speed like her brother. They all knew in a push she could out run them all. She glided on the wind without a thought, graceful as the beetle lights that shone at night and as light as the clouds that drifted by. Although they could fly, their double wings were small and delicate, almost translucent and impossible to even see when they were in the sunshine, sometimes it looked like they were just sparkling green leaves simply floating on air in the distance, dancing on the winds. Their strength was their ground speed, accuracy, hunting skills, they could scent out a rare bulb or plant for miles, especially healing herbs, they instinctively knew what they needed and where to find it as their streamlines noses pointed to the air around them.
They were both rather in awe of their older brother who seemed to be able to do things and work out schemes with such ease, he could fly so much higher and faster. He had the freedom they didn’t because he was stronger and older and twice their height and was more than double their weight and could carry them both with ease on his back, but he also seemed to have a lot more fun, this really got to them some days and on this day in particular, they decided following him would be a good idea, if only they could escape the watchful eyes of their mother who never seemed to miss a thing even when she wasn’t looking.
As an older brothers go, he was really very good to them, he tried hard to explain what he was doing and wanted them to know that the holes needed to be researched from a distance and often gave them plans to go over to see if they saw anything he might have missed. He thought it was important they were not just told stories passed on, but really got to know the holes and understand them, as this was the only way to stay safe and to keep the entire family safe.
Often they would test his immense patience with all the questions, and he had to be very careful with his answers, especially with Galandriel knowing how her mind whizzed around and came out with all sorts of possible solutions which were not only dangerous but highly impractical.
He just hoped that they would never ever try something on their own without his support, he was well aware of how Galandriel could talk her twin into almost anything if she put her mind to it. Luckily he was the more stoic one of the two. He could be trusted to discuss things with Palantir, if he thought things were getting out of hand.
Elros agreed with Palantir about this, he also thought knowing ones enemy, if you could call the holes that, was better than being ignorant and running and hiding all the time. He back tracked to his sister in the field and they agreed to work on the newest plans that were spoken about when they awoke that morning. Palantir had given his family the outline of the plan when he had arrived home , explaining I would be over in the morning after we had all slept on it, to discuss it in detail. The twins had been woken up by the sounds of their parents, Palantir and myself chatting in hushed tones so not to wake the new hatchling. Palantir, had been in a frenzy when they saw him the night before, he was onto something and they were not sure of all the details but wanted to help in any way they could. The only way they could join him on his quest was to come up with an idea or something only they could do, something only they could help him with, without endangering themselves or him of course, or he would never allow it. So they sat in silence in their area of the Willowood and took in everything they heard.
They hurried back to their parents, keen now to get on with the days chores and lessons so they could get back home to look over all Palantir’s newest detailed drawings and notes with fresh enthusiasm.
Although almost identical twins to look at, their personalities were pole opposites. Galandriel had a quick mind and was very impatient, she spoke incredibly fast, as fast as the ideas that whizzed through her mind like a herd of or-ofae being playfully chased by Palantir. She, usually used a language only Elros understood most of the time, not sure if it was just double speed fae, which we all spoke and understood, but unless she really wanted to get our attention, she never thought to slow down. It would then be his job to try and explain to the rest of the family what was flitting through her mind as she didn’t have the patience to wait about to repeat herself in fae which is what she would normally speak when she took the time, you would often see the family waving their wings in a mock attempt to cool her down as if she was a boiling brook and about to explode, this would make her smile , and she knew the signal well. Neither of the twins had really managed to grasp the deep guttural Draaghon as yet, although they understood it well enough, fae had always been the common language used in the household.
Galandriel was the thinker, the explorer, the extraverted team leader of the two. She could come up with so many plans, but it took Elros to make the plan happen, to makes her thoughts into something solid. It also took Elros to find the faults in her plans, to show her the things she had missed while her mind had not stopped to take a break. The optimist and the pessimist, the thinker and the doer. They made a very strong team when they put their minds to something.
Galandriel gathered speed to reach her mother, leaving her brother and father behind her, picking up herbs and bulbs on the way that they would need for the home stock. She was just like a beautiful green mist as she blew here and there in harmony with all around her. Elros loved watching his sister when she was on a mission, and she wanted to get home fast!
He was quite capable of joining her but was also content to stay by his father and ponder the thoughts going through their minds. He never kept secrets from his parents, especially since his older brother was taken by the hole. He would never do anything to jeopardise the safety of his family or himself. He still felt the pain in his mother’s eyes whenever Kiemoon was mentioned and hoped beyond hope that between Palantir, Galandriel and himself they could find him again. They had to keep the belief that he was alive and just elsewhere. None of the family believed he was dead, they could not bring themselves to that thought in any way or form. Belief was the only hope they had left.
Galandriel had managed to pick everything necessary in record speed and was ready to blow back towards their home when the clouds began to gather over the beautiful sun lit sky. I need lilac moonakin dayzees she thought... with a rush she sent her thoughts on to Elros and her mother, knowing her father would never hear the sounds, but follow them regardless.
As usual she was in too much of a rush to explain anything even to Elros at this stage as her excitement grew with each moonakin she found of the right shade, they came in various shades, but these had to match the sky, very important to the plan that was growing in her mind. The clouds were coming in close and they knew the rain would be about to fall heavily if they didn’t get back soon, so she sped with Elros to fetch as many as possible on their return home, with amazed and confused parents following very close behind.
All the while Palantir was sitting in the soon to be gone sunshine, doodling with plans and talking to the wind smelling all the different scents in the air. Debating all the concerns I had expressed this morning, knowing without very solid solutions, nothing would happen.
Once home Galandriel sat the family around the main ‘round room’ inside their cave tree. It was beautiful and enchanting inside.... an old willow from many years ago which had fallen to some strange disease, no one quite knew why, because as healthy and enormous as she was from the outside, the inside remained hollow. When Larien was just a child, her mother Linwe had found this tree.... Crying sap on them every time they walk near the trunk, reaching out for them, for their love and their touch.... it drew them inside and waited for its healing to begin.....
From the outside it looked just like an old willow tree, no door or windows, just a simple overly large tree one would normally walk by. But with the eyes of the fae, they could see the cracks in the illusion the tree maintained to the outsiders. They slipped their slim bodies in the cracks and to their amazement inside the tree was mostly hollow and the tallest tree they had ever seen from the inside out, with so many little nooks and crannies to protect those that were allowed to enter this sacred space. They could not even see the top of it until they fluttered up and found amazing little spaces and rooms, they spent many days exploring, touching, and understanding the tree and what it required of them.
Over the years, Larien and her mother would daily come and touch the tree, spread their magic into every single part of bark inside and out , it took many many years , but one day on their arrival the tree swept them up in its fine branches and gifted them with the secret of the willow. Willowood is a most magical elemental, the most magical and sacred of them all. It holds a magic that only a few will ever get to know let alone understand. Complex in its makeup, Willowood told them how their healing had not only healed all the disease she had been carrying for so many years after being cursed by one who she allowed to seep into her sacred space out of necessity but despite her old age was beginning to grow once more and spread her branches and limbs to help heal their world.
She invited them to come and live within her, to join their magic, and become one with the elementals in harmony with the energy they all created. This began a very powerful and magical union, between the faeragons and the Willowood. In retrospect they would come to understand everything happened for a reason, the hollow willowood, the disappearance of Kiemoon and the lastborns, but it would be many years I think before any of us would be able to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
The ‘Round Room’ right in the centre was the most sacred place in their house now, only used for special occasions when all the elements come together to share or talk about anything that needed serious discussion and acceptance from all, if new ideas were to be born for those that lived on their planet, it always understood all must be considered before any changes took place, as all were equal, so a representative from each life form on Darthanion would be invited to have their say and listen to what others needed or required so an idea could be formed to help and arrange what was required as a united group.
At these times, the tree closed the indoors to others, only the round room could be seen by them,
to an invited guest, it was just a hollow tree that the faeragons lived in with one large round room, the rest was ‘hidden’ from their eyes as it was after all their private domain.
Most of the time these meetings took place outdoors, near the roots of the tree, there were many roots showing surrounding the home, each curled into perfect intricate knot work circles, which made comfortable seating for various numbers of visitors, the inner sanctum for only the most special or private functions.
The family sat in silence to wait for Galandriel to speak. Palantir, watching his little sister with keen eyes, trying to read her thoughts in the silence before she could say anything, Elros at his twins’ side as always. Linwe sat in her old chair with the baby Enelya in her lap, who was sleeping peacefully in the glow of the ‘Round Room’. Fireflies glued to the inner chamber, making sparkling lights that ebbed and flowed as they breathed, a reminder of my childhood, a wonderful happy memory in these serious times.Gilor and Larien , sat close together in their special little nook arm in arm, waiting with anticipation and maybe a little dread of the plans their children wanted to put in place, always, always, fearing for them since Kiemoon went missing. Remembering Kiemoon brought a sadness to Lariens face, and we saw the tears slide slowly down her beautiful symmetrical face, she was enchanting, no wonder Gilor, fell for her. Her beauty was only slightly dimmed by her heart and compassion, a true fae, always putting others before her, a healer of note, and always ready to help one and all in any way she could. She glowed a beautiful hue of pale pink in the firefly light, her slim body, curled into Gilor’s like a cherished rose, her wings folded around her like closing petals. They had met by chance when Gilor was injured after a typical show off dive as a young Dragor and needed her special kind of healing , and their worlds were never the same. He gently wiped away the tears and held her close as, Galandriel, took a deep breath, and then told them of her plan. She had noticed with all she had learnt from Palantir, and seen for herself of the holes, that they moved, swayed, darted, but always within the energy dance of sound. Sound was her little gift from the Willowood she had grown up inside. Every day from when she was born, the Willowood would sing to her, whisper the words of the ancient fae and sway on the energy song to lull her busy mind to sleep. Over the years as she grew she would dance and sway, while Elros would take a fallen branch and beat out the rhythm of her moves, they were so in tune with the vibration of the tree, we often would ask them to entertain us with their newest song or chant, it was always mesmerizing but to be honest, nothing could have prepared us for what we were about to witness. To dance the hypnotic dance of the tree energy outdoors on a moon lit night , singing her songs on the wind that only a few could hear but all could feel and infuse the air with the hypnotic lilac moonakin dayzee scent would be the ultimate in seduction to the holes . The moontime with the lilac moonakins would lull the holes if they had hidden and not disappeared, if they were reachable, into a sense of security, blinding them to reality and causing an illusion that would give Palantir time to search their minds, and why they were coming to Darthanion and taking what was not rightfully theirs. She would be able to do this in the safety of her own sacred space outside the Willowood, encircled by the largest knot work root circle yet confuse the holes, letting them think she was close by.
Her hypnotic song and dance with the moonakins infused scent would protect her and her twin who would always be by her side, beating his drum to the sounds of his sisters voice, enhancing the echo for the holes, encouraging them to follow the voice they could not see but could hear and feel, she could make her voice sound like it was coming from any direction Palantir wanted, to manoeuvre the holes into certain positions to help him and myself do what they had planned to do and........ if there was danger she could swing them away from her big brother with a dancing thought on the wind that would carry her voice. The family sat in a mystical silence, all enwrapped in the magical circle of the beloved Willowood. All of them taking in her thoughts and words, pondering the actions, trying to find a missing link in her plan, trying to see what she may have missed. Elros came and stood by his sister, he said he had thought about her idea, and he would be there, right by her side, he was part of the music too, and they would be kept safe as long as they stood with in the ancient style knot work root where the Willowood could protect them. They already knew her song enchanted all that caught the whiffs on the breeze. They could not deny this, and if everyone that heard it was affected, why would the holes not be affected by the sound. Especially as it was coming from a Faeragon … the most wanted on their list.
Larien, groaned at the thought, she desperately looked to Gilor , to see a flaw in their plans. It was bad enough that Palantir had it in his head to fix things, but now the twins too, she thought they were far to young and inexperienced to get involved in all this …. She thought they should do the plan as suggested, but wait till they were older …….
Wait till they were older Galandriel thought back at her mother, with great respect and understanding, but also saying if they kept waiting , there may be no one left to protect.
She asked for their patience and said she would explain the only way she knew how …. A special song the tree never allowed her to sing out loud, and never when transmitting her thoughts, but she had recited it in her mind over and over. Even Elros who she shared everything with, looked at her quizzically, was unaware of this song. Had he never heard it before? He was shocked, that such a big secret had been kept from him, from his twin of all people , she simply smiled at him and said, the tree made her promise, it was a special chant, and only to be used with the Willowood's permission.
Well she had given her permission tonight, it was time for ‘the call’ she had said. She had listened silently and felt the thoughts from each member of the family, knowing it was time.
Galandriel started singing it to her family here in the quiet sacred space so they could understand, even Palantir was mesmerised by the sound that seems to be there and not be there, straining to listen to find out where it was coming from, his closed eyes forced open to look for the sound, wanting to wrap yourself up in the notes that danced in the mind and heart.
“ aa kan a toe etch kaban ahh ki oi oh .... tu ma seer,
We travel this journey together. All as one ancient to young
naha keela dun en kartoo, she-a dun et tu ma-a te,
you may not see my shadow but I am here , one mind
ti-a shaan ki tu aa lees, ti -a shaan ki tu aa lees,
I am the whisper in your ear , on the warm breeze
bee te cos a lees a kan a toe etch kaban te see,
I am beside you when you think you are alone because
aa kan a toe , aa kan a toe, aa kan a toe etch kaban ,
we travel, we travel we travel, this journey together
ki oh tar na she dee kanna , amor ki sher ti no maan,
I will never leave your side, just believe….
Ki O Ti Un and so it is”
Over and over she sang and swayed as the birds sat in the willowood branches outdoors catching the notes , the stillness of her voice and swayed in time with her energy, the family too all of them, not one little animon or enchantment was immune, to the magic she spread far and wide.
she kept it quiet enough so as not to disturb anything to far, the tree muffled most of the sound that emanated through the branches, it was time to share only with the family, and maybe with a few lucky that were passing close enough that evening, the main performance had to remain a secret till the time was right.
She quietened her voice bit by bit till it was no more than a whisper and let the magic swirl around her ebbing and flowing within the round room as it settled within her once more, her face glowing with the thrill of what she had achieved and how it had affected everyone, the question now was, would Palantir accept her help, something only her and Elros could do, a way, a possibility. She looked at her older brother in a questioning way, quizzical, but he was still trying to reach her song, wanting more , and like everyone else, left feeling like they had their dew claws right there and yet could not touch the sound that made them yearn for more.
It was indeed a special magic the Willowood had blessed her and her twin with, he sounded out the beat on a special place in the room as naturally as if he had known the song all along, while his sister knew the chant. The tree had given them each one part of the puzzle, the other never knowing, a very wise move as it was indeed strong magic.
Everyone was now looking to Palantir, even his parents waiting, watching, they may have been the parents, but they knew their son was far more advanced in coping with the holes than they would ever be. Their whole existence revolved around protecting their young from the holes, they could not bear to lose another and the fact that Palantir had made it his personal quest to find his older brother made it even harder for them as they knew the dangers, and felt the fear. They just had to trust him and myself to make sure he was safe at all times, there was not much else they could do. They could not out run him, out fly him, out think, or outwit him, if anyone could save Darthanion, and find Kiemoon it was him, they had total belief in this, but none the less it was still a fearful thought for us all. Now the twins were involved in a mighty way and only a year old. It was a huge risk, and neither Gilor nor Galandriel were sure anymore.
The tree reminded them, that everything has a time, and a purpose, a reason, and they simply must believe. Easier said than done when their eldest was gone from their sight.
Palantir turned and stared at his little sister in awe, looking straight through her, feeling her energy and thoughts linking his mind to hers as only he could do. She held his stare, not afraid of what he may find there. She knew her idea was good, she knew in her heart this was a way to protect him and keep herself and Elros safe, the tree had shown her over the year and explained what her special kind of magic could do, she taught her well and wisely. Galandriel never did anything without her beloved Willowood’s approval. She knew better, she knew if she crossed her, her magic bond would go away, be given to someone else. She could not bear this, she was bought up within these sacred hollow walls, and was a part of the tree, almost as if they were one in song and dance. She knew he was looking for anyway this could be achieved without any harm coming to anyone, making sure, thinking of every angle, and wondering.
His mind came to me, as I was not present at this family meeting as important as it was, it was a family decision and I did not want to influence them one way or another, I had said my piece that morning, and told them to think on it, ponder the possible problems and solutions and to call me when they needed me.
I was well aware of the magic that had been produced in the inner sanctum of their home by this faeragon and her brother, how proud my ancestors would be to now the magic was still so strong in our kind…. I was picking up all the thoughts that Palantir was sending me, fast and furious, his thoughts seemed caught in a tornado, swirling and twirling, wrapping everything up in its path, shedding light on every area of possibilities and outcomes, leaving nothing to doubt, nothing left standing it its wake. It was a tough game of chase the thought but a very enjoyable one on that magical evening, reminding me of the olde days when I had faeragons around me thinking in this way.
Could they indeed outwit the holes next time they appeared?
The plan comes together
The lilac moonakins blended so well with the violet haze of the night sky, their greenish leaves soft yet spiked at the end seeming to look like the matching stars that hung between the moons like faerie lights and swayed in the breeze, Galandriel would seem invisible , she would need a lot more if she had to keep the magic going for a while, their scent just like the spray from the orange moons, sending bursts of laughter in the air which seemed to last all night until they appeared once more at the next moontime.
I wondered if she and Elros would be strong enough to keep up the rhythm, as no one knew how long it would take, if or when the holes would appear and when or where they would snake and move down to vacuum for their catch , the timing would have to be perfect, just before the start of moontime, when the first star appeared. To be one with their planet they would have to start just before Palantir sensed there imminent departure or apparent sleep time when all seemed well, lulling us into a state of safety. Palantir had decided to put the plan to a small test first and see how they fared. Putting their own plans on hold, they flew off into the glowing night to settle among the stars to find the safest and best vantage point to connect to the twins.
Soon the stars started to fade into the sky light as the moons disappeared over the horizon and the sun shone on their world, keeping them hidden and safe till the next moon time. Palantir and I, refreshed and ready for action gathered our thoughts and flew off to Willowood, the family all in wait, some nervous , some excited, little Enelya the only one with not a thought in the world except having fun , as her father tried his best to keep her burning the surround as she spat out fire in huge chuckles. She was quite a handful this little bundle with her overly large almond shaped azure eyes looking like she wouldn’t hurt a bant, and that soft aquamarine skin with the finest sapphire feathers he had ever seen just starting to appear, it made her looked like a pool of refreshing water, which was a laugh in itself as she was very pleased with the flames she could chuckle out and blowing smoke bubbles to all who stopped to see the chubby newest off spring.
First an experiment, how far did the magic travel and where was the safe place for them to be, out of danger while encouraging the hole to weave in a certain way, all taking into account they did not know if the hole would be affected by the magic of her song, after all it was not from Darthanion. Also if it did react to the magic, how, and more importantly how wearing it would be on the twins.Palantir and I, decided the best course of action was to fetch some more moonakin dayzees which were the cover needed to protect the twins from sight, almost like a false sky and with the scent of the moons and stars twinkling within the knot work rooted circle, to let the twins do their magic under the safety of the Willowood.
As soon as Palantir sensed the possible departure of the last few holes he would alert me and I would stay close by the twins, When the signal was received, the twins would start to sing and drum, slowly and quietly weaving the magic of the song, while Palantir watched the reaction of the hole, then, depending on the reaction, they could expand or decrease the sound while Palantir watched from a safe distance, to find the best for getting as much information as possible without danger. This would have to start just before moontime, as he needed to catch the holes before they usually disappeared for the night, he needed to know if the song would keep them there entranced while moontime was settling ... a slim possibility, but .... The twins would have much less protection during the day when the holes usually struck and did not hide themselves. Gilor and Larien looked at each other and thought, a well thought out and safe experiment, they were still not happy to let the twins try this, but as their concerns where based on fear of past events, and not the plan itself, they begrudgingly agreed to believe this was the only solution to finding out what had happened to their beloved first born and if possible bring him home. As long as I was there to make sure things go right and to put a stop to all t if anything at all seemed unsafe and also that grandmother and baby were safe within the Willowood with them.
Larien wished she could stand with her daughter in the knotwork ring as did Gilor, but she said, she wanted no distraction, only her and Elros were needed. She needed them indoors so she did not worry about them. The tree would protect them, she promised her mother, and the Willowood, touched them all in agreement. Only I would be outside with them, at a distance in one of the other knotwork circles. A safeguard should something that they could not have foretold. So off Palantir went to hide in the clouds and watch and wait with his band of “protectors” that I always sent in case of trouble at a safe distance while I went with the family to fetch some moonakins and allay any feared that still might be harbouring in their minds, luckily the moonakins were plentiful after the rain, but only found in certain areas. Galandril knew the best places, but she asked to stay at home within the tree and to make sure she was ready when Palantir called for her to begin. Before they set off, in her own way she rushed to remind her twin of the places they had been where the best and most beautiful and perfect colour Moonakins could be found. And so the plan was put into action.
Two days after the go ahead, and with Palantir in place, with helpers well hidden in the purple haze, I got the signal from him.... NOW I heard quietly from his mind..... there had been a fair few holes during the day, watching him , following him, getting frustrated that he was always out of reach, but one by one they went off to where ever they go until only one remained that he could see or feel from his place of safety.I signalled to the twins and slowly Elros sounded the beat of his drum, slow and rhythmical as the tree had taught him from a baby, and Galandriel started the magic song of the call, feeling one with the tree swaying over her and under the canopy of moonakins spraying their orange scent high into the air , soft and sweet, enchanting the wind to take it where it was needed, Willowood spread her magic vibrations through her hollow trunk deep down into the roots and with force into the knot circled roots at her base, as she swayed her delicate branches in the call.
This was the chance Palantir had been waiting for.... One he could deal with, many was another story. In perfect synchronicity, he sent a signal to me on the wind, which no one could have understood but myself. He heard a distant drum, a rhythm and then a full scent of moonakin, after this he heard the mesmerizing voice of his sister..... Second by second he watched the hole, for any slight reaction ...... the hole was still ...... no movement at all..... The chanting got louder, the scent got stronger and the drum beat so in tune with the planet, he almost fell into the trap himself and had to blink rapidly for a while to focus on what he had to do ....He yearned for the sound and watched ...... every fibre of his being wanted to be with the sound, be one with it. Nerwin was also finding it difficult to stay focused, it was a strong magic this girl had, even the stars were blinking ad twinkling in time to the beat and rhythm of her voice, she had just started the call for the third time, in her own little world swirling the magic all around her when ........ the others noticed and heard.... ALL of them..... a screech, a strange howl coming from the hole ...... as it hiccupped spurted, coughed and suddenly swung back and forth like it was choking, swaying furiously at this intrusion, spurting out something like it was choking on poisoned folleyhouk thorns, it was wild and nerve wracking, everyone dived for cover, not knowing what was going to happen, scared, petrified, shaking in their skins and scales, even I who thought I has seen just about anything going on this planet, was running for cover, never , never has such a frightening sigh or sound been here, what had we done, what danger had we brought to our beautiful sanctuary Darthanion, it was not something we could have ever seen coming as we had never seen it before, I was fearful for the family, for Palantir up there with this writhing snake like hole, and asked the ancestors to surround him and protect him …. Keep him safe at all costs.
I rushed to pull the twins indoors as the moonakins dropped from their place hovering above the tree, willowood stood still even though the wind had started howling, no movement came from her at all.
Palantir, backed away out of danger not ever having seen this reaction before, he knew from my thoughts I was surprised, shocked and worried for them all , he knew I had rushed the family into the safety of the Willowood, who had become almost statue like in the howling and baying coming from the holes..... , suddenly there was a very loud bang, a thump and the hole disappeared in a cloud of green mist that sizzled and spat out sparks as it was dying out. An ugly smell filled the air where it had been, and spread hiding our orange scented moon sprays.
Palantir flew back to his family with speed and stood with his mouth gaping open.... for once he was speechless........ Some giant creature was lying a few feet away from his precious family ...... larger than anything he had ever seen before, he could literally have crawled into its hand, as it was so large.Above this creature the tree wept and shivered, her tears falling on the creature in droplets. There it lay just on the outskirts of the knot work root where the twins had been, protected he thought…he knew they were now safe in the Willowood thanks to my quick thinking, but he was still mortified that he had put them in such danger, danger of course he knew nothing about and could not have possibly foreseen. Everyone, myself, Palantir, and the scouts, all slowly backed away, they had not noticed Willowood start swaying again with immense beauty and grace over the creature which was under her mighty branches, then something magical happened....
A maze of Dan-no-lowkin came and settled on the body of this creature ... they fluttered and settled and shook the golden dust from their bodies all over it........ Palantir, knew if the Danno’s were there it was not a bad thing, but he could not for one moment understand what was going on , and he really did not like not knowing what was going on ..... I held him back as he went to inspect the creature.......
“Wait” I shouted in panic, “not too close”
“let them do what they do best, they have often protected us and taught us things we know nothing of”. One of the large purple Dan-no’s fluttered its translucent wings and perched on Nerwin and chattered in his ear for a moment ......they had a magical sing song way of speaking, short basic words so I could understand, only using words that were necessary, never saying more than they should, just enough to get a message across, and usually no real explanation, to be truthful, which could be very frustrating. They may use words sparingly, but each word was important or not worthy of saying, so I listened carefully
a magical being ....not to worry ...... in disguise.....wait and see.....
I was still not sure if this creature was alive or dead.....that was a very large root knot that the creature’s apparent head landed on, so I approached the creature with care and saw the rise and fall of the chest ... so it was alive, but maybe not so well. The Danno’s seemed to know what to do though.... they kept spreading the dust from their bodies, and dropped nectar into its mouth......By this time Gilor and Larien had come out and the twins hot on their heels looking cautiously over their parents shoulders staying well behind, looking on in amazement..... What was this sleeping giant thing under their tree, their precious Willowood.....? Still none of us had taken notice of Willowood.
It had dark shiny hair on its head but only slight sparse hair on the rest of the skin that was visible.... Actually similar to the fuzz on the Dan-no’s, but it wore clothing similar to the fae, yet different also.....like it wasn’t made to fit..... As the Dan-no’s worked on the creature they noticed something was happening, with each breath the creature took in , it was breathing in the golden dust that had settled, but as it breathed out the body would shrink ... just a bit, the slightest bit ... but after a while it was now quite noticeable .....The clothes were baggier, one footwear fell off , which made them all jump back in fear...... and the Dan-no’s kept fluttering and working , not in the least bothered by this huge creature. As the ancients repeated in their stories to me passed down generation to generation till there was only me left, but me, the Dan-no-lowkins had come from another planet far off and arrived in Darthanion maybe 800 years before ...... just a small amount ….and their protector asked for refuge for them. As the planet they had lived on, as a ‘between’ group, a messenger between the fae and humans to try and protect it best they could, was being killed by poisons, not of their doing, she assured them. She seemed to know they would be happy here, like we all were, although they were all different everyone got along …. My mind was struggling to recall the stories I was told as a young child. They offered to help pollinate the flowers and crops and share their special brand of magic in Darthanion in return for a place to live and breed, they were beautiful creatures, with large double almost heart shaped fae wings of varying colours and patterns ....yet legs of micules and sounds of enchantments that few could hear let alone understand .... Although there were two elves in one of the oldest home settlements….Ohhh wracking my head for their names …. Fenion and Daniad …. Yes, coming clearly into view in my mind, they seemed to understand them and their ways more than most, I made a mental note to send a scout for them. They were welcomed happily into our world, especially by the elven race and no one had ever regretted it ....they live in their colonies and came out to play among the flowers and spread magic dust from their backs onto people who pass by ..... Dan-no’s certainly seemed to have a sixth sense when and where help was needed and this they did in return for living on Darthanion. It seemed they were in for a long night vigil with this shrinking giant in the front space under Willowood, but THEN we noticed Willowood was also helping ... she was stroking the face of the creature with her soft branches, soothing it while it slept , or maybe keeping it asleep. Still swaying to the beat of Galadriel’s song.
Sha-ba ....slept soundly, the bump on her head had given her a mighty concussion when she fell through the dark spiralling hole. In her altered state, she was trying to find a star to clutch onto, she seemed to spiral forever, and was clutching moonbeams and stars but every one of them seemed to slip from her grasp ...... what was she doing, she asked herself, she could not remember ....what was this hole, how had she fallen through a hole and how deep was it ...was Alice the other end, the mad hatter, or the wise Cheshire cat ...... she then decided to settle her mind and just go with the flow, after all where ever she may be she knew she was safe, protected, and for all she knew she could well be dropping in on her very own graduation party ....this made her happy and she smiled and just let go ........ She spun and spun, wrapped in a haze of beauty in her mind and came to land with a hard thud which had knocked the breath right out of her and a large ugly bruise was developing on the back of her head where it had hit the knot work root. But she was totally unaware of all this and totally unaware of the shock of those about her.... safe in her mind which was far away , she saw her butterflies, all about her, helping her fly ..... she felt herself get lighter and lighter, a soft hand seemed to stroke her face, the smell of forest strong in her senses, she groaned a little as she moved, making her shoe fall to the ground off her dainty foot, then settled and slept and felt a blanket of peace snuggle over her and she knew she was safe where ever she was, but she needed to rest ...... to dream, to fly in her mind. Totally unaware of her surroundings, what she had fallen into or why. One minute she was resting against a tree in her favourite forest and the next she was snagged and whipped into a never ending something ...... a huge hole that just appeared in the ground for no reason........ She had read about holes appearing on roads and in some cities around the earth but she never heard of any in her country, especially in the forest where she would walk daily.....she never knew, she could not have known ..... There had been no honest knowledge out there to explain them, no reasons for the holes that had appeared elsewhere in other countries.....holes simply just appeared. There were of course the urban legends, and political cover ups which never really interested her, so she has never really bothered to explore the reasons behind them. It was never something that interested her much, she was much more concerned with helping the trees, the forest animals, talking to the owl that visited her in the evenings transferring knowledge into her mind while she sat mesmerised by his beauty and wisdom. It had taken Sha-ba many years to remember what she was, where she had come from and why she was sent to earth AGAIN!!!!!!! Remembering her frustrating of the humans that destroyed everything and how long it took to repair the damage they left in their wake........she would never understand them, and they would never understand her, although she had taken on a human skin to kind of ‘fit in’, she was always uncomfortable in it and never really fitted in or in it anyway, Despite the skin that contained her magnetic magical field ...... at least she had eventually realised she could shrug it off at night when the skin needed some rest and she could fly free for a while ....she longed for these moments of total freedom.....and she often wished others would wake up and realise they could too if only they remembered........but most didn’t despite her best efforts to try and get them to understand ...... they had left their skin on for so long she thought.... maybe they had forgotten, so many centuries had passed it made her sad but again , she knew she had her work cut out to get everything done that was expected of her so she put her mind to what she could change, and left that which she couldn’t. She did have a few helpers and friends who remembered and worked alongside her where ever they were stationed in, about or above this globe of destruction..... meeting up for exchanges, ideas, motivation when it seemed the humans would never learn ...... it was a tiring type of work in a very dense energy but she would not have been allowed to come back to help if she was not capable, she understood this as did the others. The Dan-no-lowkins continued to work her throughout the night as did Willowood ... they knew this was a special fae of extraordinary magic, they had no idea how she dropped through the hole in the sky but had a good idea why! , they instinctively knew she was there to help ... they embraced the vibration of her magic
As her outer shell of skin began to shrink and dissolved almost melt under the golden dust that settled on it and break open, the faeragons watched in wonder, as the light shone through the cracks ....it was so beautiful ,all colours in an arc, of which they had never seen before ..... it seemed to envelope them in a sense of love and warmth.... a glow of magic a feeling of bliss, ............ the arc seemed to stretch to another part of their planet, far almost to the horizon they could barely see the other end. While they were all so absorbed in this light, Palantir heard a noise in the distance which distracted him, he quickly turned to find the reasoning and what it was ...far in the distance he could hear the hooves of the or-ofae...... usually quiet at night which was in full swing under the moons .... he ran off to find them, telling the others to stay put, only Nerwin followed him from the Willowood ...... he found them quickly ....... nervous stampeding, much unlike the quiet sentients they usually were, who walked gently and quietly munching on herbs and plants awaiting enchantments to come and tell them fun stories in their ears in return for a free ride home. Gathering them and calming them, he spoke to their minds, so many of them trying to tell him at once, too much noise for him to understand ... he growled in frustration which startled them.... they knew he would tease them but he would never harm them .....‘One at a time’ he roared even lower. One came forward, still trembling....something had fallen out the sky they said ....well, he knew this...but no, they said he could not know, it was the other side in the forest land where they slept, the other side of Darthanion ...in an explosion of light, noises in the sky, green mist and sparks , and shadow ......something huge ...something they did not know, it made the ground tremble worse than the worst storms, larger than they had ever seen ....... they ran, they did not stop to investigate, they came to find us as quick as they could. Where he wanted to know, he had been so consumed by the creature near the Willowood he had no considered the rest of Darthanion....something both he and I overlooked ....thinking only, the hole in view would be, or not be, enchanted by Galandriel’s song, he never thought there may be others lurking behind the mind unseen, unfelt by his senses....this was totally out of character for them as they seemed to disappear when moontime came. Again loud shouting came all giving different stories ... he singled out 2 or-ofae from the nervous herd and asked them.... but both had different directions to follow ... different areas to cover.... he was very confused, but decided quickly after a mind swap with me they better split up with scouts on hand and each search a different area ..... There seemed to be two more which were significant and they couldn’t leave either one to chance. More giant creatures, or something a lot worse, who knows what those holes held or spat out when angered. With this settled we made the family promise to stay indoors, which we knew in our hearts would never happen but we were both needed away, so I had to put my trusty scouts and Gilor in charge of the twins, who were by now beside themselves with worry at what they had bought down on our planet. Palantir sighed in frustration, he flew off west of Willowood and I sped off south east towards the biggest moon. As Palantir edged closer to his destination he was swarmed by hundreds upon hundreds of Dan-no’s each helping direct them to their quarry....he did not realize there were so many Dan-no’s on Darthanion, but the closer they got the bigger the impact of these beautiful flying creatures, with their large iridescent wings with colours that were almost blinding to the eye. Palantir arrived first at the centre of the hub, settling down on the ground, wary of what it may be .......there he saw yet another creature, as large as the one by Willowood if not larger, it was hard to tell as the Dan-no-lowkins had already settled on the creature covering it with dust which seemed to melt the outer skin and shrink them in some way ...... they obviously knew what these things were and this he had to find out before he could do anything else. He settled a good space away, knowing they were working on the creature and called what seemed to be a leader Dan-no to him to ask ... well he had so many questions. What are they? Where are they from? How did they fall out of the holes? Were they dangerous to Darthanion or her people? Why are they here? What do they know about them? ... How did they know to melt their skin with their dust? ..... Are they killing them? Are they saving them? ..... After garbling all this out in a hurry, the Dan-no just smiled back, shook himself off spraying gold dust everywhere and smiled....... And simply said, “Galandriel called …. They came …All is well.....
THEM said Palantir horrified ...... How many of them are there?????
Na-Shan was smiling as he slept under the mass of Dan-no’s he knew exactly where he was , why he was there, and had been waiting a long time for this moment to come, the calling he had been waiting for , to re unite with his family in one place. They had been scattered for what seemed like forever, doing what was needed to be done elsewhere in the Universe, and at last it was all coming together ……. Oh how he had waited for the call …. He could not wait to reach Willowood and greet her again after so long but knew, the journey had taken its toll and he must rest and gather his strength first, everything in perfect harmony, the Dan-no’s would wake him when all were safe and ready.
There was only his sister Sha-ba left of his kin, all the others had been driven out, killed, other races mainly humans bulldozing their way through all the forests, taking what they wanted with no thought for anything or anyone else in their path. He had decided long ago never to return to that dense place, not even coated in skin to help with the recovery of Gaia …… he would do his part but never from earth, he was far more useful guiding those that had the courage to return, his sister and best friend among them. His mind wandered back way back, to how this all started as he drifted back into a deep sleep.
By now I has reached my destination, South East under the biggest moon , further than I expected, deep deep in the woods were the or-ofae often stayed and played …. What they would consider their own piece of heaven on Darthanion ….the or-ofaes were really beautiful creatures with long flowing tails and long manes to hold on to if they were kind enough to give a passer by a ride on their graceful backs. They came in various pastel shades, all slightly different, each unique …. They has a beautiful spiral horn in the centre of their foreheads, which we were told had magical powers, not that we had noticed any … maybe no magic was necessary here , after all this was their chosen haven .
I was guided by the Dan-no’s who were taking their time chattering quietly among themselves, they seemed excited, almost reverent in their chatter, quiet whispers on the wind, a touch here and there, a lot of aerobatics, showing their joy and happiness.
When we arrived, I was stunned into total disbelief, what met my eyes brought tears and dan-no bumps to my skin as my steps faultered…. Although it was dark now, the stars were alight and the moons shone bright ….there in the silhouette of the large orange moon was the most beautiful creature I has ever seen, so small she could have fitted in my cupped hands …..
oh mind go backwards I left myself behind … I struggled to remember the chant of my ancestors, I tried again
Time go backwards I leave myself behind
as memories ripple forward from the depth of my mind
Whispers in a dream, come to life in my mind, reality,
what will we hope to find
Maybe just a dream within a dream
That was it …. The song of the ancestors, always started the beginning of a story told down through the ages …..a magical chant … to bring the true memories to mind …..
I remember this faerie child …. I remember her description from the stories told.
She was just as they described her, white blond short cropped hair, beautiful almost iridescent blue wings just like the Dan-no’s …..oh I thought no wonder they are excited …. Was she the protector that bought them here …. Was she the protector that bought all of us here, that planted the Willowood … my mind was reeling as I searched my brain for the full stories ….but I was being rude, staring at her so blatantly….the memories can wait …. I gently walked over, worrying that I might shake the ground she sat on. Beside her sat a baby lilac or-ofae, she was nuzzling its neck, and whispering in its ear …. They were obviously old friends by the look of it, and I was still staring, speechless, not knowing whether bow, sit, stand, greet her, what language did she speak, how did one greet her.
I was lost in my mind and thoughts …. Then I heard her giggle, as the or-oph fae nuzzled her nearly knocking her over.
“Come over here my friend, no need to look so worried”
“All is good Nerwin” she encouraged,
“Kamu my beautiful or-ofae here and I will come back to the Willowood with you and explain everything ….even though you have only heard of me and not officially met me, I am just Ja’mir, the faerie child you were told of in the stories, yes I am real …. And all is good, please let Palantir know all is well, he seems quite unnerved by our visit”
she hesitated and then carried on
“Sorry I did not come sooner to introduce myself when I… well yes “dropped in” but I totally lost track of time catching up with an old friend, please forgive me ”
I just remember muttering something and stumbling over my words, still in awe of this tiny creature in front of me
I did as she asked and sent the message on to Palantir who was wanting so much more information than I could muster at this point, and I told him to stay with the creature and the Dan-no’s till he awoke and we would all meet up at Willowood, but not to panic all was indeed good.
I bid her a sad farewell, thinking if I stopped staring she would simply disappear , and was once again assured she would not be long and to advise the family of her arrival
Ja’mir was not surprised when she heard the call, she had known something was up for quite a while, but there was not much she could have done about it without totally exposing the planet to danger. This was the only snag when she had gotten together with Sha-ba and Na-Shan for their help in creating a safe place for the elementals and their helpers before they were all destroyed.
For them to view was the plan, but it put the planet at risk for others to see too, this was a condition that they had to live with until the call was heard.
She had received the odd message from the butterflies here on earth, but the travel and different atmospheres took their toll on their delicate bodies and messages only came when necessary as they could never return and knew they would live a very short life once back here on earth, but it was a sacrifice they were willing to take and an honour.
She had missed her Unicorn Kamu greatly, he was so special in her life and she really did not want to let go of him, but it was so unsafe for him here, that she forced him to leave her and look after the others there. Like her he stayed in a young body, childlike and easy to slip in and out of places, not really seen, feared, or taken note of in any way, just the way we wanted it …. Just simple travellers on our way a girl and her young pony to the world around her ….shielded by their earth suits and of no consequence to the passer by.
His going to Darthanion had left a large empty space in her life but she knew his place and usefulness was there, and she needed him there when the call eventually came and she returned, but it has taken a long time coming.
She really did not want to share him with anyone for a while, or herself for that matter. Kamu reminded her about Na-Shan and Sha-ba , they also were waiting to meet and great after so long, there would be plenty of time to reminisce and re live their times together so long ago.
Gathering of the clans
By now the dawn was breaking and every living soul on Darthanion was abuzz with the noises and flashing lights and bangs of the night before, too scared most of them to come out of their homes, they very warily peeked out their doors and burrows.
Daniad and Fenion the little elves from the old village, were eating breakfast, when the dragor scouts arrived at their door. Fenion a serious little fella’ was most put out … visitors should be invited, no one with any manners should just ‘pitch up’ he thought as a very loud knock at his door interrupted his large breakfast …. Grumbling he waddled over to the door, adjusting his spectacles and making sure his clothing was straight and his mouth empty …. Daniad, chuckled at his cranky brother, a little obsessive was his brother about the right and wrong ways of doing things, he was much more laid back, kind of just laid back go with the flow kinda guy, much loved by all in the old village, he always had a story, a joke, something fun to do and lighten the mood with song and dance.
He swung opened the door ready to give whoever was the other side a piece of his mind for disturbing his breakfast when he was confronted by a troop of dragon scouts, he shut his open mouth and gave a little bow, stuttering his best greeting, well you could never be too sure with dragons.
They explained rapidly that assistance had asked for of them both and they must come in a hurry. The scouts waited to fly them back to the Willowood where I waited. The brothers, left their house and climbed onto the dragons backs after snatching up coats and scarves on the way out …. Daniad whoop whopping all the way and Fenion worrying about the half eaten breakfast, food waste, dirty dishes, did he lock the door to stop the micules coming in and making trails all over the house. Giving them food outdoors was one thing but he hated them traipsing through the house.
They were at the Willowood within a few minutes with the speed of the scouts, I was waiting ready to greet them, it had been a long time and we greeted heartily.
They never seemed to change these two, and I had missed their strange interaction with each other, a serious handshake from Fenion and a huge leap up and hug from Daniad
I had grown up with the brothers in many ways, until life and responsibilities took over , they were only slightly younger than I , and I could think of no other who would accurately correct my fading memories than Fenion.
I hurriedly explained the situation to the brothers and they nodded, in agreement at my news, time to relive the stories and understand what was going on …. Meanwhile as they spoke the same, or very similar language, they would go chat to the Dan-nos and get an updated report for me, while we waited for the others to arrive.
The brothers walked off to the pile of Dan-no-lowkins and sat amongst them, Daniad, giggling and chuckling as they walked over his skin and ticked his face with their velvet wings. Fenion looking serious, shook his head, at his brothers antics, this was serious, no time for playing today.
He sat quietly cross legged on the knot root after paying reverent respect to the Willowood and asking her permission and awaited a council with the dan-nos …..within a few minutes 7 of them in different shades came and sat with him, gently balancing their weight with a shiver and shake of their wings.
After all the formal greetings the talks began. We could all see from where we were standing the excitement on Fenian’s face, it was rare to see , he was almost smiling , Daniad on the other hand let out a strange cry of joy to warn the dan-no’s he was coming and leapt on the heap as the
dan-nos fluttered up above him …. He snuggled down and found Sha-ba ….. kissing her face, stroking her hair, whispering in her ears, as tears ran down his face in total joy…… come Fenian he shouted, through his sobbing, come and see, she is here, our beautiful Sha-ba has come home.
Where are the others Daniad shouted across the space between us, where are they. The others, how did he know about the others I wondered, and how did he know this creature ….
I was calling him to me, but he would not leave this “Sha-ba” of his …. He was staying with her no matter what, what was this link, between the elflings and these creatures, I personally had still not gotten to see what was under that skin after being called out with Palantir to check on the other happenings.
As my mind went to the night before I saw Palantir arrive with dan-no’s and or-ofea’s surrounding him, on the back of one of them was a small elf like faerie creature sitting up grinning, looking excited and full of life, unlike last night’s giant….. he was small but muscular, with sweeping blonde hair and a leather pouch slung across his chest. Just wearing a makeshift loin cloth and a bandana around his head, he may have been small but looked quiet imposing. Not elf, not faerie, but seemingly a good mix of both.
Fenian saw him first with his still very keen eyesight and hobbled across shouting a “Well Met old Friend” at the top of his voice to be heard over the noise of ambient noise, the elven faerie grinned broadly at the greeting and leapt of his or-afae and almost floated across to the elfling. After a hearty greeting, he hovered over to the Willowood and gave her a hug, rubbing his face on her old bark whispering magic words, the branches swept down and lifted him up in a huge embrace. It was then he noticed Daniad still sobbing and Willowood gently put him on the ground as he saw his sister lying in deep sleep. He bent down and whispered in her ear, and her eyes fluttered open and tears ran down her cheeks. Seeing her brother and Daniad was the best medicine in the world, her head still hurt and she had a mighty bump but she sat up wearily , still not quite ‘with it’ to give them huge hugs, and sobbing with joy at where she was and who she was with.
I remember hearing ‘The Call’ she said, and her memory started coming back of the hole she fell down.
Where was Ja’mir she wondered, she must be here, she looked questioning at Na- Shan, no words necessary. She is here he answered her, she has not arrived at Willlowood as yet, but she is on her way.
The dan-nos fluttered up into the Willowood’s branches and settled, their work done, and settled making the tree look like it was covered in varying shades of fluttering flowers, a celebration tree to be sure.
The or-afea that were surrounding them, each came to nuzzle and greet these strangers.
I was perplexed how they seemed to know more than I about these creatures, was it because I was born here and they were not? Possibly but no questions at the moment, we must wait for the gathering, all were not here YET.
Palantir seemed to be in better humour this morning, he must have gotten a fair amount of information on the way back after spending the night with the elf-fae he had ridden in with.
I connected with his mind, to get the latest information from him, but all he did was look at me and smile …. As frustrating as that was I was pleased he was smiling and not worrying …. He went into the home to check on his excited family and let them know all was indeed good news and they were welcome to go and greet the newest guests to their home. They were especially interested in seeing Galandriel and Elros to thank them for their skill and courage.
Ja’mir was on Kamu’s back snuggling into his long flowing mane, she was quiet capable of walking or flying, but wanted the contact of her beloved Unicorn after so long …. She had missed this and was certainly not going to fly or walk if he was about.
They were nearing the group after a long slow walk starting at dawn, reminiscing, exchanging thoughts and catching up on everything that had happened since they had been apart …..
Sha-ba and Na- Shan felt her coming long before anyone could see her, and looked deep into the distance, a quietness had settled around the Willowood tree, the branches ,still, despite the da-nos perched in her branches.
Everyone was waiting for the last creature to arrive ……. No one knew what to expect except the two brothers and elf-fae who apparently knew her well, and of course myself who had seen her silhouetted against the moon the previous night.
Sha-ba and Na-Shan rushed to greet their old friend as they saw Kamu come into view. Their own reunion after so long had been incredible but to have the three of them together again after so long was magical to say the least…… it had been a long long time coming for them all.
As the brother and sister blended in with the earth in their shades of green and brown they were hardly noticed by those standing around waiting …. One minute they were there the next they had disappeared. That was the way with the chosen from Gaia, hard workers, always busy, no time to be interrupted as they just blended in with whatever work they were doing, the skin changing hue as they moved from plant to flower, to shrub, to tree, to insect, to animal or bird …. It made no difference to them, they just changed to suit the place or soul that needed attention.
They had all been born with this natural ability and had thought nothing of it, they were not made to stand out in a crowd, needed no pat on the back or applause for their work … seeing a tree restored or an animal saved was the only reward they looked for, and they would weep with the failures, when they did not get there in time and over their long lives as caretakers, they had been forced to say many farewells, which is why this whole planet came about.
Ja’mir slid off Kamu’s back and fluttered to the ground she looked different today I thought, or maybe it was the fact she was silhouetted against the moon that caused the memory I had of her from last night.
The three friends hugged and rubbed noses in their ritual greeting and then linked arm in arm came to meet all those awaiting them with much curiosity …..
They had already noticed how they changed colours as they walked blending in with whoever they stopped to greet or chat to along the way and how their wings were there one minute and disappeared the next.
At last they reached the mighty Willowood, and they put their arms to her and hugged her, seeming to melt right into the bark as they disappeared from sight.
Then after what seemed quite a while as we stood in stunned silence waiting and watching, they stepped back into the dappled sunlight under her branches, all shades of the same dappled green with purple and lilac marks that looked like small Dan-nos.
With Ja’mir being the eldest of the group she took control and asked us all to sit down so she could tell them a long story, no questions to be asked till she had finished she said with much authority as the noise of chatter and questions started.
She sat between Sha-Ba and Na-Shan with the elderly elflings brothers aside of them and Kamu lying close behind her ……. This little group, obviously went way back before my time here on Darthnion.
In the beginning
She stared with slowly and carefully saying the words of the song that the Willowood had given to Galandriel asking us all to understand the words, as they were the answers to most of their questions
“ aa kan a toe etch kaban ahh ki oi oh .... tu ma seer,
We travel this journey together. All as one ancient to young
naha keela dun en kartoo, she-a dun et tu ma-a te,
you may not see my shadow but I am here , one mind
ti-a shaan ki tu aa lees, ti -a shaan ki tu aa lees,
I am the whisper in your ear , on the warm breeze
bee te cos a lees a kan a toe etch kaban te see,
I am beside you when you think you are alone because
aa kan a toe , aa kan a toe, aa kan a toe etch kaban ,
we travel, we travel we travel, this journey together
ki oh tar na she dee kanna , amor ki sher ti no maan,
I will never leave your side, just believe….
Ki O Ti Un
and so it is”
So …. She continued, long before our planet was formed, there were many planets around the galaxy as we know it and, many galaxies in the Universe. Some were sick, some had disease, some had been destroyed by their inhabitants, some had held their own despite the negative energies that dwelt within them, but, nowhere could they find somewhere safe for the magical creatures, they searched for many eons, and nothing could be found. They realised if a planet could be seen, someone wanted it for their own power, greed, and it always ended up in some sort of destruction to someone.
So together they decided to create a planet that was hidden from view, only those that could look into the eye of the beholder with ease and comfort with no reason to hide could get a glimpse of this tiny piece of beauty. To remain hidden, it needed to be small, to keep others from seeking it out, it had to remain a secret between those sitting here beside her. They would need beings of light on both sides some in the planet, some outside, both needed protection from being found.
The atmosphere would need to be changed to shrink all the beings they needed to save, or they would never be able to fit on a small hidden planet …. But in truth, the inhabitants would never know as they would all be similar sizes in their minds as they looked out onto their new world.
They would need food, crops, trees, water, shade, all necessities must be put in place before anyone could be placed there …. And we needed a special place to enrich the magic of the planet. Make sure none of the poisons were filtered through in the beings or sentients being sent. We would also have to rename them, as we could not have ‘thought’ ‘are the Unicorns ok’, in case a mind reader was close by, so all species were renamed to protect them best we could from the mind readers that were working for their own power, wanting to subvert the magic for their own use and capture anything magical they heard about and a safe place to put her, this magical place.
A place right in view, right in sight of everyone that looked , but hidden from all but the three of them, even the brothers did not know where the planet was, being hidden.
‘In plain sight’ was Ja’mir’s answer to the riddle, no one looks hard for something in plain sight, they always feel something precious, worth having, is hidden , and so it will be, but where everyone can see it, and not notice it …..
and so Darthanion was created.
It took a long time, but we were sure we had a plan that would work, for many years to come, and if things were not right then we would put ‘the call’ in place.
A call, only five of us knew, Gaia’s chosen, Kamu and Willowood.
She asked Sha-ba, to explain the Willowood in Darthanion and the significance of this beautiful friend. Sha-ba nodded and started to explain how she combed the forests, woodlands, beaches for trees that were not already dis-eased by the poisons on the earth by man, she searched with Na-Shan who guided her from where he lived in the nether worlds off earth itself, he searched far and wide, but everywhere they looked, even the small saplings had changed and grew slightly distorted by the hand of man, many others were simply just chopped down and left to rot. One day they asked the owl who flew with them, if he had any ideas, and he led them to the oldest tree in a land far away, she stood solitary in a garden semi surrounded by a lake with swans gracefully settled in and around her base. She was also starting to get the sickness but with being so old and strong she could with stand most of what came her way. She offered us a branch to plant where ever we wanted and dropped a pure end of one of her many limbs to the ground …. Only a few months old she said, keep it safe and watch it carefully, it is the best I have to offer you, and you will not find a purer piece on this planet.
Sha-Ba, wet a cloth from the lake edge, and carefully wrapped the limb in it and put it in her pouch for safety of travel….after thanking her, she sped off to figure out how they were going to quickly get the branch planted and watered in the fresh soil on Darthanion which was now formed so clearly in Ja’mir’s sight. She held the fort, while we found the supplies. The Willowood was the first ingredient, to keep the magic growing.
Slowly we added to our secret planet. We asked two close and trusted friends if they would help, look after all on a new secret planet, one that they could not return from in the near future. As guardians of what we placed there, not to rule, or be ruled, just live out their days, help build the needed community for a magical kingdom as beings and supplies arrived.
They were not allowed to share their knowledge, but let the planet control itself with no interference.
They took their time in agreeing, as it was a big ask, but in the end they came back to us and agreed, if indeed such a thing could be achieved, they were up for the challenge, after all ,time was short on Gaia, and most if not all their kin were lost or gone.
So it came to be that Daniad, Fenian, with a few supplies to keep them going, the Willowood still just a stick in the ground being watered by the tears that flowed from the sadness with in Ja’mir’s soul for all the magical creatures, all began this journey to the secret planet Darthanion.
One by one as they found an untainted piece of magic it was sent by butterfly, always the loyal messengers, into the mind’s eye, and welcomed by the brothers, The Butterflies were the only link we had once creatures were sent, we could not bring them back and we could not go ourselves for fear of being sort out by those who wanted the magical powers destroyed, or used for ill-gotten gain. Sha-ba on earth and Na-Shan as a guide spent many years searching, wishing they could save them all, but they could not risk sending anyone who had been in contact with the dis-ease on earth which could spread if allowed on the secret planet, so new borns especially were gifted to them, before they got the chance to be affected, they cared and carried the wee folk, of all kinds and had them delivered safely to the brothers, who simply went about welcoming everyone, and getting on with their chores. They did notice the willow was growing well, but were concerned about her for some reason, they could not fathom as she looked and felt fine.
Over the years, they still noticed, something was amiss, but she still looked fine to their sharp eyes, she got bigger and rounder each year, her branches started to hang and swing in the breeze, she drank freely from the pool beside her, and her roots encircled her with beautiful knotwork from the past.
By the time the first of the dragons and fae appeared Willow was a good 30 years old, she had grown well but the brothers were still niggled about something they couldn’t quite figure …. No one came near Willow really, she was quite hidden and safe from all but the best prying eyes, maybe the odd passer-by, but they took no notice, trees were not cut down here, we asked for branches for making houses and the trees would give us a branch here and there, that they could spare or allow us to trim off a little deadwood to make our fires, not that many were needed.
Everything was working in perfect harmony as was intended.
One day when they were doing their rounds, they came across a Mother and daughter flying around from plant to bulb, looking for supplies around the Willowood. Stopping to chat to them, they introduced themselves, Linwe and her daughter Larien, they said they were wondering about the tree, the big Willow and if it was ok to be there as she seemed so hidden and sad.
The elves agreed and said, she had wanted to be put there, in the beginning, and although she had grown tall and strong, they always had a feeling something was not quite right, but did not know what it was, so could not fix it. They would be most grateful of any help the fae creatures could give.
They all walked over, brothers sitting on the beautiful patterned knotwork roots and the faeries fluttered and flew and seemed to speak to the tree, then they disappeared from view,
Surprised they got up, looked around, called, shouted their names on the wind, but to no avail, they had simply disappeared. A fae eating Willow, Daniad said as he took a few steps back !!! Impossible Fenian replied, trees don’t eat fae, not on here on Darthanion….
It was a mystery to them, as they sat arguing and scratching their heads, the fae appeared again, as quick as they had disappeared …. Well odd it was to be sure!
They sat on the cool grass under her now massive branches enjoying the tickles and strokes from her lower limbs that caught the slight breeze as they discussed her health.
Fae site is different to elven sight they explained, and they could not see the cracks in her barky trunk, they simply slipped inside and once in they did not hear the brothers calling them.
The Willowood from the inside they said was hollow, which was just not right, there should be no space with in her body, yet on the outside she looked very healthy.
The Willowood then spoke for the first time …… all sat in awe at her base as she told her story.
Willowood gently and quietly told them of her travels to Darthanion. Her Mother the oldest tree in the old forest and her giving her the newest limb to Sha-ba to keep the planet from harm, all was good. Shaba unknowingly dipped a piece of cloth in the lake that was near by, that had poison starting to grow within it …. The water had demanded entrance into her system, she had tried to keep going without it, but out of necessity, she had let a little in at a time, to keep her alive long enough to keep her alive. By the time she arrived and was ready to move to Darthanion she was weak and tired, the cloth removed and fresh pure tears refreshed her soul, she soaked them up greedily and waited for more. There were many outpouring for her soul to replenish and help her gain strength and develop into the tree she had become, but the hollow feeling inside from those first few days had remained, almost like a cursed reminder of no matter how hard you try, the world will always try to steal your soul. It was the way of mankind, souls put into skinsuits to play, learn lessons, find out who they really were, grow and shine until they could remember their true selves, only then could they shrug off their skin suits and advise others and grow. She explained that most were still asleep by the time she left, her mother had explained the necessity of being safe , to stay awake and did not want their lineage to be lost.
Mankind, earthlings, human beings, what ever they wanted to call themselves, had forgotten, been trapped in their skins for so long over the decades, that she thought it may now be impossible to wake them up.
So to remember the ways of man, the hollowness they leave, the destruction they cause, the dis ease they spread , my scar will never heal, I will never be whole, I stand as a reminder, strong and healthy, but inside I shall remain hollow. I have purpose and can not die, but I shall always be the reminder of why we are here.
Linwe was surprised at her words, and went to touch her beautiful bark. She said, we can help you, not to forget, not to fill the hollow space with wood, but we can fill it with happiness, good times, magical healing if you will allow us to come inside and touch your soul again.
So it was agreed on that beautiful breezy afternoon, the faeries would fill the space that the dis- ease of sadness left hollow.
The brothers smiled, nodded, in full agreement, they were extremely happy they had found out the problem and also knew this solution was best for all. Happily they made their farewells, looking forward to the next meet, and whistled off to on their rounds to make sure everything was as it should be. New arrivals maybe, they never knew.
And so the stories were told, bit by bit as we sat around and listened intently … my memory was going back to the old days when I was young, and listened to the chants of my elders, the ones they had learnt from their ancestors long gone, but never forgotten. I saw flashes of memory as words reached my ears, then was lost in my mind as I remembered the stories , so long forgotten, I realized they should have been shared more, shared amongst the others even if they were not Faeragons as I was, too late now for regrets, I tuned back into what was being said, but had lost the thread so asked to take a break and time to reflect before we carried on.
Sitting beneath the Willowood, the rest of the Faeragon family and myself, were ponding all we had been told ….. everyone in agreement for a mind break, so much information to take in and unravel, as much as we wanted more, the facts still had to settle in our minds, we were like dripping sponges, weighed down heavily from information overload already.
The guests, felt our fatigued minds and suggested we leave it for the day completely, just enjoy each others company, time would stand still , no need to worry at this moment, no holes would appear while they were here.
To make us feel easier about this decision when we started to mumble our need for answers, they simple said, we also need rest, we have been through a lot to get here, and we also need to rest our minds and re connect with each other.
They were taken inside the Willowood with Kamu who was never far from Ja’mirs side , where they found a special place to curl up together and rest, re energize , and just simply enjoy each others company.
Sleep came easily, for the first time, in a long time… the togetherness and connection was strong and all felt the magic descend over them as the willow hushed them to sleep with her unique vibrational tones.
They were all back in the forest, playing as children, learning how to heal, how to track.
Fetching roots and berries, making feasts for the weary, learning the art of bird talk, remembering their youth and how Gaia taught them everything they knew …. Life was so simple then, a big sign escaped Na-Shan’s lips as he breathed out and smiled.
Ja’mir was curled up beside the warm belly of her Kamu , their beating hearts in rhythm as they once again rode with the wind flowing past them, racing to help those in need, always staying ahead of pack, a nose for troubled areas and knowing just how to help in the nick of time, escaping with the wounded or ill and rushing them back to Sha-ba’s healing hands.
For this moment in time all was good in their world, dreaming of the days gone by, with the innocent hearts and minds that only the young have, before pain suffering and dis – ease came calling on their doorsteps.
The Willowood, sang her songs on the wind for them, reminding them of these times, long before the troubles started, before they had to grow up, take control , before they had to ‘wake up’ in more than one sense of the words.
Gilor called his family over to move into a quieter section of the Willowood away from the guests so they could rest in peace, knowing how excitable his family could get. Linwe had taken the baby Enelya outdoors to play with the elfling brothers so they so she did not make a disturbance. I had already sent out my scouts to fetch supplies for a feast for when the guests awoke and had helpers arriving to put it all together once they arrived back. So many had travelled to the Willowood, out of curiosity, fear, foreboding, tales in passing, and all needed to be fed.
I then took myself off to a shady tree away from the crowds that had amassed throughout the day to see and hear the news. I needed to lie down close my eyes and remember…. To make time go backwards, I needed to leave myself behind.
Away I went, it did not take as long as I thought it would, when I saw myself small, only the size of Enelya, and pretty much as noisy …. Must be a faeragon thing I thought and chuckled in my mind.
The elders sitting in a cave , where the fireflies lit the roof top and cast a warm glow inside. I remember always watching them as I fell off to sleep, the pulsating glow that came from them as they breathed, it always had the effect of putting us young ones to sleep , breathing in rhythm with the lights above us.
I saw my great grandfather, sitting, I heard the chant of the old days, to let them get into a state of yesteryear.
time go backwards, leave yourself behind,
let memories ripple forward in the shadows of your mind
It brought so many memories flooding back, as they repeated this over and over, one would start talking and recite from memory the pictures in their minds, bringing it fresh and new, and one by one the stories came out … this could last for hours, until the last memory was snatched from the past …..then all would celebrate , eat, and laugh…..the memory recall was done at least twice a year as far as I could remember. I could not remember why but remembered it was always the start of spring when a lot of young ones were born and then before winter time, when a lot of the creatures hibernated, not that it ever got overly cold on Darthanion, but rest was required….. a time of solitude and aloneness to rebuild the soul , we were great believers in this . Sleep was as important as awake time, just like moontime was just as important as day time.
Everything had its season on Darthanion.
I was remembering so much more on this reflection that times in the past, flooding pictures came and went by in succession, memories stirred, sounds and smells came and went , voices I had not heard in a long time,
The sounds of mourning when an elder had died, knowing they were in another world waiting for us, but so sad at the loss of wisdom they would impart, then after the sadness was gone and only the memories remained , eagerly seeing who they would chose to take their place at the next session to recall their story.
As the picture stories flashed through my mind, I could see myself getting older, wiser, by this time our first few faeragons had been taken by the holes. These were the saddest of times, as we could not mourn those, we had no proof they had passed on , no proof of anything, only that they were gone. It was also noted that no one was ever chosen by them to recall their story at the reflection ceremonies. This made us think quite logically that they were not dead, but much alive and trying to get back to us somehow.
The holes targeted Faeragons beyond anything else, others did get caught in the sweep but I think that was just co incidence and very bad luck, I was convinced it was our kind they were after.
I could never explain why, but knew in my heart of hearts it was a danger to the planet, so a rule was set in motion by ourselves for no more to be born until we could figure out the reasons and find a solution. We were in danger and we were putting everyone on the planet in danger. No fault of ours, as we did not have any reasoning or understanding what made us different, there were many cross breeds on Darthanion, elven and faerie, sprite and pixie, and a few other weird and wonderful creatures. All magical in some way or another and all happily living along side each other. Even the antbats who could be intrusive, learned the manners of living peacefully and waited till after feasts to come swooping down to food left overs.
My mind carried on seeing the events of days gone past, we never did find a solution to the holes, and when only a few of were left, only males, the holes stopped, no more were seen, but we no longer had mates to breed from , our kind was almost over for our planet. It was a sad fact, we still got together on reflection times, but there were too many stories for each of us to remember now, and as they died off one by one from natural old age, they would return to elect those living to recount their story, until there was only me.
I had long outlived the others, as I had been a last born, and still twice a year I went into the cave under the light of the fireflies that stuck to the ceiling and chanted as in the by gone days.
Tears would roll down my cheeks, as I remembered, and wished for another so I too could hear the stories … but this was not to be … I yearned for more faeragons, and the holes had stopped for over half a century.
This is when Gilor and Larien came to me and asked if it was safe, if they could be together.
I pondered this question long and hard before I decided, yes, I longed for family, although they were not blood, they would be faeragons, they could re build what had been long forgotten and I could start having others around to reflect with me once more.
A selfish act maybe, but I was a lonely old faeragon, plenty of friends, but no one I could call family. I had asked the elfling brothers for their advice as they had seemed to grow up with me and everyone else, never found that odd till now, they never aged, and grew up with everyone, makes more sense now, I thought in my mind , as they always were here from the beginning.
I do remember Fenians wise council at the time.
He thought that if one had to live a life of loneliness and fear of what ifs they were not really living, he told the elders this at the time of their decision to stop breeding, that we had no proof the faeragons had died when taken, and also the fact they admitted no one else had ever been asked to replace them at the reflection ceremonies, made more logic sense to him that they were alive, just elsewhere. Daniad agreed, he just wanted to see me happy again, he hated hearing me weep and see the sadness that had filled me over the years, but as he was no faeragon, so he could not join me at the times of reflection.
I also asked the thoughts of all those who had been affected by the holes, and they also agreed, other than missing family members, which was horrific at the time, the memories of fear had faded and only joyous memories remained, also they all still had families around them with newlings born here and there, not a replacement, but cause for celebration.
I lastly went to the Willowood.
Her advice on hearing me out was simple.
Faeragons are needed, they are important, everyone has a place in the Universe and a reason for being, whether they are here, or elsewhere.
She could not tell me the reason for the holes either, or if they would return, but she assured me if they did there was a good reason, and Faeragons may have been taken for a good reason not bad, she said, she did agree it seemed a bad thing, but none us knew to be sure.
So she explained, she chose to believe it was for a good reason, that where ever they were they were spreading good, spreading hope, fixing dis-ease ….. and she would keep this thought in her mind till all was explained.
This made him think to himself, well yes selfish he may be, but he also agreed with the others, and they agreed with him, so Gilor and Larien celebrated their union under the double orange moon one evening with the blessings of all on Darthanion.
It was a good few years later that Kiemoon came into the world , all faeragons are unique to say the least, some take after fathers some after mothers, some are predominantly Dragor, some predominantly Fae….. Kiemoon was the colour of a forest of lilac and purple wild moonakins, our moon time flower that was the beauty of the planet, specially designed to camouflage.
They in general, although exceptions have been seen, are hatched from eggs. Unusual for faes to hatch out eggs, but due to their size and growth time during incubation the fae are far to fragile and delicate, the universe always has a solution to every imaginable obstacle when love is involved.
Larien birthed the egg after about 3 months within her slim body , a soft shell that wiggled about, she placed it in a large basket filled with feathers that wear bought to her from the neighbouring birds and after that the shell grew bigger and thicker with each passing month. Everyone close by came eagerly to see the egg touching it, whispering secrets to it, sometimes simply stroking it, letting it know it was so welcome into this world.
One stormy night , many moons later which shook the Willowood wildly, the egg shell started to crack, and pretty soon a clawed foot was sticking out , as this is not allowed to be helped, I was sent for immediately as were the elfling brothers, the everlasting welcoming committee, to witness the birth of the first of the new breed.
The hatchling kicked and squirmed and eventually got his sharp mouth free. After nearly 6 hours of stuggle, he had managed to break the shell and lay there panting and squawking , loud and proud, with his wet , soft still smooth skin wrinkled , with screwed up eyes and nose, and very large feet and wings.
Linwe took over and took the new hatching out of the shell and onto dry leaves to wrap him in and dry him off, he was making an awful racket …. As soon as she was done, she placed him on Lariens readied lap, so he could just cuddle and rest after his hard fought fight to get free of his shell.
The most beautiful colours, with soft silky feather like coverings in the shades from the palest lilac at his crown which was standing up dead straight to the deepest purples at the tip of his giant wings and scaled feet.
We all surrounded this new breed and looked in awe, a Faeragon has been born.
Life on Earth
Ja’mir, Na-shan and Sha-ba, had been on earth for a very long time. Their earliest memories were as small magical beings. How they arrived no one remembered. One minute they were simply timeless spirit and ancient star dust, the next they were on a forest floor, wandering lost and alone, wondering where and why they were here.
They instinctively knew the calls from birds, the chatter from insects, the whispers of the trees, and followed the shadows of arrows on the forest floor as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
It took a few days in earth time for them to meet up and smile once more, by then understanding, their particular help was needed.
All healers and helpers, Gaia needed them, so they set up a small camp and got themselves organized for this next adventure, which did happen but not often. Partly excited that they were called upon for their particular skills, partly wary at what was expected of them and what they may find, every adventure was different.
Sha-ba, the youngest was still training on earthly things, but she was a natural at finding the herbs and plants required to make her potions and brews, feeding the birds that were sick, healing the trees. It did not seem to matter what was brought back, she was willing and able to help.
During their first few months, everything seemed fairly normal as things go, basic jobs to be done, nothing that alerted them to danger or trouble which is usually why they were summoned by the Universe to come here … often times, visits were just to relax and remind themselves, how fragile life was on Gaia, and how the balance had to be in perfect harmony to exist , while out of skin in the stars, it is hard to fathom why people have such a hard time keeping the balance, until you return and are reminded of the dense energy, the strain the first few weeks, like dragging oneself through mud and getting very little achieved. It was always so much harder being on the ground, and a good reminder for one and all…
So they were still to find out if this was a relax and remind yourself mission, or something much more that no one had not felt or seen as yet …. Ja’mir had an ominous feeling that it was the later, sometime in the future. Na-shan who had been making a beautiful set of runes from a branch that an ash tree had dropped for him, felt the same.
Their days, turned into weeks, and weeks into months and months into years. Everyone seemed content and chirpy in the forest, and were well settled in and doing their part to keep everyone happy and healthy, until they found a sick Unicorn. Ja’mir heard it cry and sped to its side, it had been ensnared in a web of what seemed like ropes …. Much to her horror as she had never seen something like this before. As quiet as she could sheI soothed the Unicorn, to calm him and keep him quiet while she worked on the ropes that he was tangled up in. He was a beautiful shade of lilac, and so tiny, the others they had seen were a lot bigger. She called for the others on the wind, and they were there within a few minutes, and were helping her. Sha-ba stroking its beautiful head murmuring into its ear, while Ja’mir and Sha-ba cut through this tangled web of ropes that seemed to be attached to a tree above them.
They had barely got this baby free, when the heard cries in the forest, and a lot of stomping feet, running and shouting. Ja’mir leapt on the baby’s back guiding her to a safe place deep within the forest while the others hid in plain sight to see what was making this noise. Their natural camouflage and small size made it easy to be missed by all if not most, even the animals.
Men with sharp tools and weapons descended on the place, all crying and whooping at a catch, alerted by the Unicorns cries which they must have heard in the distance. Now seeing a broken cut up , empty space, where the ropes were, they were angry and shouting at each other, Na-Shan pulled his sister close, deeper into the tree bark where they were hiding, such a noise, it was so loud in their delicate ears. Standing dead still and barely breathing, they waited while ropes were kicked about in disgust, trails were looked for, and any signs of their quarry.
Disappointed they walked off still angry, still shouting, blaming each other, clouding the air with nasty foul energy that made flowers wilt as they passed through and back the way they had come. When the coast was clear and no more could be heard they sprinkled marigold dust that Sha-ba always kept on her, to freshen the area for those that lived here and sped off to find Ja’mir.
She was sitting in our settlement that we knew with absolute certainty no one would ever find, with this tiny Unicorn snuggled up to her, sleeping peacefully. She had found some milk for him from a passing goat, fed him with some drops of tincture she had to help him sleep while she bathed his rope burns and put salve on them. From that moment on, the little Unicorn had decided that Ja’mir was his mother, and the siblings never saw them apart. Ja’mir named him Kamu, meaning ‘stardust’ in their home tongue.
He did sparkle, like a jewel, and they all hoped they could keep him well protected from now on , a sparkly unicorn was not easy to hide, so they taught him their ways, and he became one with them, in total harmony with the forest, unseen and unheard unless required.
Kamu was a quick learned and grew in knowledge and size over the next few months, while the three visitors, wondered what was happening the other side of the forest, they would sneak about from time to time, remove any traps found, leave logs and stones in the paths of the humans to slow them down, or make them lose their way, make false paths that led nowhere, they tied all sorts of things to put them off coming into the forest, even putting stinging plants along the pathways and poison ivy juice on the ropes they found. Nothing seemed to deter these beings that has intruded on the sacred forest of Gaia.
The three friends spent the next few months, stretching into years, putting protection spells around the forest and her creatures, magical and earthly, it was working but was long hard work , and the beings ended up going around their sacred space, so at least they knew all contained within the forest was safe. But what about the other forests, they knew sooner or later they would just find a new spot to place these web of ropes, stronger weapons, they could not possibly protect all of Gaia, not just the three of them.
One full moon night at the beginning of Autumn, the now four of them, sat in the light of the moon, totally exposed and waiting on a word from the stars.
This is the story they were told.
We are coming to help, the children said, what children we thought, and what can children do to help, we need something more than that …… we need an army of helpers to keep everything safe, we were very confused and not understanding the messages at all.
The time will come they chanted, the time will come, all you must be taken and we shall start again, we shall band together and more will come and help.
It was then that the whole world they had dropped into seemed to swallow them up, all three of them and Kamu , suddenly covered in stardust. A deep sleep seemed to overcome us , like a sticky spider web of heaviness. We had thought this planets energy was dense and heavy, but nothing compared to what we were feeling now. We felt absolutely drugged, like a human zombie, not being able to move, to think straight, not understanding what was going on. No speech came, just mumbled thoughts in our heads.
This ‘stuff’ that was floating down seemed to cover the forest floor, all the little ones we had helped and healed, it was a coverage like we had never seen before. Not snow, we had seen that, not autumn leaves falling, this was a heavy drug induced dust that was settling everywhere we had protected, we could not sense it outside out sacred space, but our senses were so dull, so thick with fog it was hard to understand to focus.
One by one we fell asleep , tired from trying to think straight, to focus on anything, … it was all just too heavy, we have failed, was the only thought that was going through our minds at the time, We have failed, and now being gently lifted to our next life. to heal from this place, to rest, to recuperate, there was no bother explanation , just so tired …..
We were not aware of time passing, only sleep a time that didn't exist for us at all.
Then one day I was roused with the others, we seemed to be in a prone state, looking up at a sky of dark blue velvet and stars like on the earth we had been too. Oh my I thought , we are still here, and was pondering these thought in my mind when he sweetest little cherub camp to me and asked if i was alright, well i couldn't seem to speak, i could hear her but i could see her mouth was not moving, so i knew she was not a human of any kind as they are very loud. She shushed me and kissed my forehead and i went back into a slumber like i had never known, i dreamt i was floating on a cloud, gently swaying with the extra weight on its fluffy back snuggled in safe and warm, not feeling trapped anymore not feeling the heaviness of before , just floating on a cloud of soft marshmallow goodness, as i fell back to sleep feeling a lot safer than before .
In the back of my mind I could hear the soft chanting chitter chatter of their voices, I could feel their presence even though I was asleep , I could taste the essence of their heat when they walked close by sense their glow as they brushed by me .
They seemed to glow in my mind , wrapping in in a protection like i had never felt before, i could hear their thoughts as they whispered in my mind , telling me to rest, to clear my mind of what had gone before, assuring e all were safe.
I got the ‘feeling’ i was not alone with them, that they had lifted our entire forest and we were floating on our own little cloud like an island. This encouraged my mind to sense out Kamu, Sha-ba and Na’Shan, where were they, they must be close by , in my sleepy dreams I felt Kamu as I stretch-out my arm , lying close by, I instinctively rolled over to snuggle into his warm body and felt the nuzzle response of his wet nose.
I knew if he were there, so were the others and all was good, I drifted off to a dreamless sleep .
I woke to Na’shan tickling my ear , giggling and nudging Sha-ba as they hovered over me .
They both had an odd glow about them like they had fallen in star dust , ooooh then I remembered we had been covered in stardust. I sat up quickly and felt quite woozy and they steadied me , and gave me a strange liquid to drink, it was fluorescent pink and didn't look very appetising to me, but it smelt of heavenly roses and tasted like ripe berries, and soothed my throat which for some reason felted dry and cracked.
I shook my head to get rid of the sleepiness , and looked around we seemed to be back where we were, in the forest, was it all just a crazy dream come nightmare. I couldn't decipher it at all, and just gazed around to try and get my mind and thoughts all connected.
I had been through various trips and magical outings, but i had no reference point to make sense of what i was feeling.
Na’shan, patted my hand, how was he up and about and feeling so good and settled i thought , and looked at him questioningly ?
Then I saw them , ‘The Others” so this was not a dream after all, i stared, quite rudely i suppose, as these beings were something i did to know of first hand, heard about some of them, but never met one.
The oldest Tarra, came to me, with a huge grin, although she looked like a baby, I could tell she was many many eons old, she has a wisdom her mind that emanated out from her. No words were necessary as she filtered her thoughts into my mind .
One of the Star Children , I knew without a doubt. The ones we were told to call upon for help.
Tarra, filled my mind with her face, I could see her so clearly, and she would not leave, she stayed there stubbornly, showing me every angle of her divine energy and thought pattern, letting me know how she wanted to look in her earth body, I was confused, an earth body I repeated.
She responded, it is time for renewal, to go back with skin to contain the magic inside you , to work with human earthlings, along side them and when you are ready we will come to search out those that wish to help us in the quest.
There are many waiting for our help and we will come,
Many waiting to let us in their homes, many who wish to spread the ripples of magic
Seek them out you must, only then can we come.