What you are going to read precedes the “Escape from the Tower” I posted few days ago. I thought it would be easier for you to have the whole tale in the same blog. I gave also a title (I don’t know if it will be the last one) the the entire story. I hope you’ll like it.
Chapter 1: The Prelude.
In the shadow of the twilight Eos (the red moon) and Tula (her white sister) had already risen up at the
horizon. It seemed the sun, Eres, was going to set down behind a mountain range, but it was just an impression. In that season, there wasn’t a real night. In the light of the three heavenly bodies, a knight was running fast on
his black horse. Time was almost over and the destiny of the Land of Never-ending-sun was in the hands of Cahetel, the boy he was taking with him. At their back something like a fog was approaching. They could see it from distance. Fortunately they passed the Muttering River, and the fog stopped, as if an ancient force forbad it to pass. The knight and the boy run without any rest through a plan, sprinkled by majestic trees. Their mission was to deliver a desperate message: the Obscure Wizard conquered most part of the Land territories, the Lady of the three Kingdoms had been imprisoned and her son had to be saved. The last place out of the Wizard’s influence was represented by the Lightning Mountains, where some ancient and powerful Entities resided.
In a hidden place, in the Red Spirits land, they met the Spirit of the Freshwater, who guided them till the origin
of the Muttering River. In an dismissed tower, the Spirit showed him a stone emitting an unknown kind of energy. “What is this?” – the boy asked to his mystic guide “This is the “Eye of the White Dragon”, one of the Primitive Stones whose energy rules the balance of the Universe.” The boy asked:“Can I touch it? What is the warmth emerging from it? And the pale light?” – “None could touch it, if the Stone doesn’t want.” The Spirit looked at him with more interest as the boy was hypnotized by the stone. “But, if you want, you can try…”. So, he moved his hand near the stone, firstly shyly but as the energy wrapped the hand, a sudden movement led Cahetel to touch the stone. Then, a pale blue light came from the stone and surrounded the boy, whose eyes closed immediately. In that moment, he felt the energy flowing through his body. Suddenly, he became as old as the Land itself. He was there when land, water, air and fire were united in the first Seed of the new world. He felt the pain of separation when the Stone was divided from the other elements when the world was molded .He saw the Ancient Observer placing four stones at the corners of the Land to balance the Forces of the Universe and let life forms live on it. Cahetel shared, this way, a knowledge that none else had ever had. Then, he knew why a single drop of rain was so precious, why the stars were shining in the night, why the rivers were so hurry to join the sea. Everything was clear. After few minutes, the Stone stopped his effects on the boy, who fell down on the ground. The Spirit took the body till a pond full of crystal-clear water. There, two other spirits with their hands took some water and washed Cahetel’s eyes. After that, a pale blue stone, transparent like a crystal, was placed on his forehead and a music raised from the surrounding wood.
Little by little, Cahetel started regaining consciousness, but he was different. When he looked at his image in the water, he saw an adult man, with deep blue eyes. If you’d give a look at them, you could feel like seeing the universe…“The stone chose you as her guardian”- said the first Spirit – “The Obscure Wizard already captured two Stones”- “Fire” added a second entity – “and Land” said with a deep voice the third one and added: “This is the Stone of Water: your task from now on is to protect it”, In the meantime, another entity with the shape of a tall shadowy man, looked at the entire scene without interfering with the events. He hadn’t any name, as he was ancient almost like the Universe. He watched at the events succeeding on the Land like a spectator since the water was separated by land and fire, and air was born. He seldom intervened in the events themselves, but now the situation was critic. “Difficult task, my boy” said the Man with a sort of smile on his face “really difficult.
We will meet very soon” He disappeared. Cahetel watched at his image in the water: he couldn’t believe at his eyes! He wasn’t a boy anymore! He was a man! He looked at his hands and he noticed something unusual: he was wearing a ring of silver color, and he had a symbol at the center of the palm of the hands: a circle and inside
of it four symbols, one for each primitive element.
A music raised up again and many other entities appeared near the pond. They surrounded the young man. They
were singing without moving any part of their evanescent body. A circle of light appeared around Cahetel. Suddenly, the water raised up from the pond like a column of crystal and a blue light appeared in the empty pond. “Go Cahetel! Take the “Eye of the White Dragon with you” – The young man wasn’t able to talk as he was completely amazed – “This passage was built by the Ancient People of the stars.” – said a voice “It will take you in a safe place” – added another one – “The fifth Colony. Its inhabitants call it Earth” concluded the second Spirit. “Go and find the Predestinate, the only one who can defeat the Wizard” – “Don’t worry, you won’t be alone, Haniel will watch over you” – “And the ring will protect you against the evil messengers of the Wizard”- Calahel couldn’t identify which one of the spirits where talking to his mind. It was just like the phrases were a part of a melody. A spirit, whose appearance was resembling to a woman, gave the crystal pale blue stone to him. Suddenly, the stone became brilliant and he knew it will cure him from every kind of maladies, as it had been done just few minute before. A cold wind started blowing and some threatening clouds were filling the sky. Calahel shivered. “Go now, it’s late” – This time, the Spirit of the Freshwater was talking. The young man gave a look around him. A shadow was covering completely the sky with an impressive rapidity. It was not a natural phenomenon. The Wizard was approaching to the Red Spirits Land. He turned his face to the pond, looked at the knight (who moved his head slowly like to say he is doing a good thing) and jumped into the passage.
Chapter 2:The passage and a meeting
It lasted just a second. After jumping into the pond, Cahetel felt like fluctuating in an indefinite space, dragged by a force like fog dispersed by a strong wind through a valley. His body had no weight, his mind was completely free. Suddenly, his body was painful and heavy again, the air flowed through his lungs. He reborned. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pale light surrounding him. This light passed from yellow, to orange and, finally to red. At last, a dazzling blue lightning, then the darkness. After few seconds, Cahetel’s eyes adapted to the dark atmosphere and he realized he was in a round room made by a dark stone. There was just two windows, high in the wall. A pale light enlightened part of the wall and of the floor, where he was seated. He explored the floor itself by his hands and he realized he was in a circle, with some water flowing through it. But, after few minutes the water disappeared, discovering opalescent stones making the circle itself. He looked at the room intently, and even if it was night, he was almost sure it was empty with the exception of some mirrors hanging from the walls. Even the high ceiling seemed brilliant, but he wasn’t able to recognize the nature of the matter it was made by. Paying more attention, he noticed the mirrors were able to reflect the light entering through the windows, giving some kind of lightening to the room. Like a dream, the pale light of a candle appeared at the side of a beautiful mirror, whose frame was accurately carved. Then, Cahetel realized he wasn’t alone in the
room. A woman was seated in front of the mirror, brushing her long hair with grace and cure. The candle floating in the air. “Finally a pilgrim from Nowhere” said a voice, calmly. The young man noticed the image
reflected by the mirror: it was a charming woman, with an indefinable age. “Lately, some fleeting ghosts came from the same place. I let them pass, but they annoy me now…”. She stopped brushing, looking at the pilgrim through the mirror. His eyes were deep, dark with a light inside, a sort of flame. “Dear Madame, my name is Cahetel. The Red Spirits sent me to the Fifth Colony” he said standing up and making a bow. She stood up. “Very interesting. So, they opened the passage. You must be very important”. When she started moving, the young man noticed her face changing appearance: in a moment she was young, but suddenly she looked like an old woman. Moreover, when she started walking it seemed she had two different images, following and, at the same time, overlapping each other. Cahetel wasn’t able to move or to speak. “Give me your hand, as I can see who you are…”. When she saw the circle in the palm of his hands, she looked with her penetrating, mysterious glance the guy’s eyes.”I can’t stop you, Blue Pilgrim”. Then, Cahetel felt like a heavy force had released him. He breathed deeply. “Do you have any message from Him?”she said while turning back and going to seat at the mirror. “No, Milady” he answered without knowing the reason. “Oh! I’ll wait for Him. I know. He’ll come back”. So, she started brushing her hair again. Calmly. With grace. In that moment a pale blue light spread from
the surface of the ceiling to the mirrors. A disk of blue light extended till the circle on the floor, wrapping the voyager who felt his body dissolving like fog. Again.
The strange tall man took Laura’s hand. The little girl looked at him puzzled. “Who are you? What is your name?”. He smiled “I’ll tell you when you’ll be bigger than now”. The man opened her hand and, rapidly, placed something in it. A short lightning spread from her closed fingers but, when she opened them, there was nothing. A wind moved her long, black hair. The man smiled again.”We will meet again, when you’ll be ready Laura”. The girl was completely confused, but at the same time, she felt comfortable. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He pointed something behind the girl. A bird was waiting on a roof. She turned on her side and when she looked again to him, he wasn’t there. He was disappeared.
Chapter 3: A new Land, a new light
The old shepherd was seated on a stair, outside a rural house. The sheep were browsing on the tender grass, under a clear, sunny sky. Suddenly, a blue thunder fell on the ancient ruins, just a hundred meters far from the flock. The sheep, frightened, run away together with the sheepdogs. The old man, astonished by a such unusual phenomenon, approached to the ruins. Four lines of damaged columns were still standing. They were surrounding a circular platform. On it, a mosaic whose design was damaged by the time injuries. It was evident that once the temple was a part of a big construction, whose origin got lost in the ancient Age. The shepherd didn’t believe to his eyes when he saw a young man lying on the mosaic. He was very tall, with a pale
skin and his clothes were strange. But, above all, he hadn’t seen anyone approaching to the ruins themselves. “Good morning, Dario!” said a voice at his back. The poor man started! He turned on his side till he saw the man who had just spoken. “How do you know my name?”he said muttering- “It isn’t important. Look, your sheep reached the root of the hill. You ought to go and catch them all”. Completely puzzled, Dario started
walking slowly along a pathway. He believed he had just had some kind of hallucination…But the more he walked, the more he run till he disappeared among the myrtle brushes. The mysterious man reached the ruins. “Welcome to a new Land, pilgrim”. These were the first words Cahetel heard after his last trip through the passage. His body was hurting, painful, laying on a hard surface. With closed eyes, he noticed a really bright light penetrating through the eyelids. “Don’t open your eyes yet. You are not used to such bright light”.
Cahetel, rose up on his arms, keeping his eyes closed. He could smell the air, which had a perfume different from any one he had smelt before. Temperature was pleasant, just a little warmer of the one he was used to. He stood up keeping his eyes closed. The gentle voice accompanied him into a closed place, where there was some shadow. “Seat here” said the voice. The light became less bright than before and Cahetel opened his eyes.
A young man was in front of him, smiling. His age wasn’t definite, but he looked like a forty-years-old man. “So
Madame Butterfly let you pass”- he said- “you are lucky”. The man had a gentle expression on his face, and Cahetel felt very comfortable with him. He realized he was seated on a chair in a small room with some wooden buckets, dark curtains at the windows, some furniture and objects he had never seen before. That place resembled more to an harbor than to a place to live in. “My name is Haniel, who are you?” . The pilgrim was hesitating. “I’m Cahetel of the Land. The Red Spirits sent me through a passage”. While he was talking, his attention was caught by an object, hung at the wall. He had felt he had already seen it, but he wasn’t able to remember where and when it happened. Haniel looked at him with increasing attention. Cahetel was staring at the object. A soft blue light started shining from the weird object. Then, Haniel stood up, closed his eyes, rose up his arms and started muttering, like he was singing a song. His expression changed. Suddenly, a gust opened wide the door, which slammed noisily. The object started swinging and an aura of pure light spread from it through the room till Cahetel. Haniel was singing, he opened his eyelids, but his eyes wasn’t there: there was just light. In that moment he was a being made by light, immaterial. The blue stone on Cahetel’s forehead started shining with an intense blue light. The wind stopped blowing and the room became quiet again. Cahetel’s head was beating and his arms were hurting. “What happened?” said whispering – Haniel smiled openly “You are welcome, Cahetel. The Red Spirits sent you here and their energy is in you” he said nodding. “I’m the Guardian of the fifth door”.
In the Marsh Region tormented by an eternal storm , a rock was still standing. In it, a whisper of desperation was running through the rooms. No human being could listen to it without going crazy. No hope could enter in that place, neither Eres, the sun, dared to enlighten that mysterious castle. The nature itself seemed frightened by that construction. There, in a dark corner of the main room, two red eyes opened. “Come to me Azoth. Your master is calling you”. A chilling smile appeared under the red eyes. “I’m ready”.
Chapter 4: The search starts
A gust of dark smoke entered into the wide room, enlightened by some fires hunging from the walls. A shadow were standing at a window. Still. Whoever he was, he was looking outside intently. “Which are your orders, Master?”. Silence. The gust formed a human shape, than a material being. With red eyes. “The passage has been opened. Someone took the stone away from the Land”. A voice was talking, but it wasn’t possible to perceive its sound by human ears. An unarticulate sound came from the black-shaped servant. “You’ll have to
go to the Red Spirits Land and open the pas-sage”. Azoth seemed to retire itself like struck by a sudden fear. But it was just an instant. The shadow at the window said turning on his side “I’ll come with you. You won’t be able
to pass” and then added “To don’t talk about Madame Butterfly…It’s time for me to meet her.”Something like a pale light enlightened a picture suspended on a sort of table. In it, a beautiful woman.The clouds run fast in
the sky, moved by a impetuous wind. The sun set, Tula rose up followed by Eos. At the pale light of the moons, the Muttering River resembled to a silver wire in the darkness of the plan. In an apparent quiet, two shadows crossed the freshwaters. Soon after a scream spread in the air while some lights moved towards the River. A battle was taking place. It seemed that two armies where struggling. There, in the Land of the Red Spirit, the lights were covered by the sha-dows when suddenly a lighting swept all of them away. But, soon after,
a blue light realized from the pond where Cahetel started his journey just few days before. The passage had been opened again. The wizard and his servant passed through. more quickly for the inhabitants than for us” Haniel was talking with his reassuring voice “but not for us”. Cahetel, whose life had been changed so radically so quickly, had hundreds of question to make about the new Land, similar but at the same time so different from his native one. “They told me I have to find the predestinate. But, how? “. Haniel took a dark stone “Give me your hands”. The young man did what required. Haniel closed his eyes and started singing a strange melody. Then, an image appeared in front of Cahetel’s eyes: there was a young woman reading. She was in a sort of
castle, in a green land. The vision lasted few seconds, Haniel smiled. “Well, we know her face now we have to find the way to her and I know who could help us”. His crystalline eyes shone for an instant. “It’s time to move Cahetel” he added. But, suddenly, a sensation of cold and fear hold their bodies. Haniel looked at the passage, outside the refugee. “Something is going to happen… We have to hurry…come with me!”
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. “Laura was reading this passage by Henry David Thoreau, when an image came into her mind. It was a vision. A young man, a stranger with a bright light spreading from him were calling her. She looked at the window. The
bright light of the sun enlightened her face and her mind lost in the blue of the sky. Eight years passed since she met the strange shadowy tall man who, in a day of October, gave her a gift. Everything started with a nightmare. A door opened in front of her eyes. A light spread from it. She wasn’t able to see what was beyond the door. A hand opened went out of it, bringing a light. It was clear that the owner of the hand was at the other side of the threshold. She heard a voice calling her name “Laura…” and “this gift is for you… take care of it”. Suddenly, the smile of the shadowy man appeared and then, she saw a unknown crepuscular landscape. She was flying over seas and volcanoes and plans and mountains till she saw a woman at a mirror. She was white dressed. “Come
back to me, child” said the woman smiling. Then Laura woke up abruptly. This remembrance was still well defined in her mind. The dream recurred many times, sometimes with more details. But, recently, a young man appeared in it. He was looking for her, but, suddenly a dark shadow covered him and two red, horrible
eyes appeared instead of the foreigner. This dream made her shiver every time. She was sure that she’d come and know the sense of everything very soon.