Chương 65: Unknown Vow

Meanwhile, dark magicians of elf kind started to teach regular people about magic without paying attention to the consequences and things that come next.

Some of mankind married magicians and this way magic got powerful. The upper world of creators couldn't tolerate that all races are getting involved with a magic source. The divine court to stand against this convulsion in the whole world blessed some people with a great divine power to fight back and keep the order of this world in balance.

But some patsy people deified it as new magicians, Abalis confused them and things went on an abstruse state. It didn't matter what these powers are calling miracles or magic all that mattered was the hidden intentions behind them and the terms of use, but unfortunately, people focused on the prima facie.

But on another side Abalis intended to destroy the magicians who denied him and a big war had happened, it is a long story itself, but the light magicians lost this battle and disappeared from the scene of history like never were born from wombs and the only legend remained from them.

My mother used to say that anytime the sky roars it is commanded by Heaven because he got a new wound so to punish the enemies of Earth she warns this way.

Earth smiles at his beloved quietly while carries deep fire within and only Heaven can understand that inner wound tries to calm it down. She can't tolerate seeing him die slowly in pain. If a lover dies the beloved will have the same fate. Heaven won't be afraid of that but can't see him suffering.

Abalis celebrates each year right the day that dragon and phoenix burnt in the fury of humans. He called it the holly night because he achieved his ominous goals. Unlike him, Earth fells in grief the green changes color to yellow and for six months spends in cold and tears, sings of rue to remember the lost ones and keep their memories alive. The ones who were burning to save people now died like a butterfly who fell in love for the light of a candle, but that light burnt it at the end.

Abalis was ready to establish his throne on the house of Earth and enthrall the lodgers. His biggest menaces were now gone by humans' hand, those who cursed themselves by own.

But the father of demons couldn't even discover a single sign about the children of great creatures.

The guards of the sky had hidden and protected them till the day of rising everything attached to myths and this hazy presence". She finished the legend, but I remember Aramis the little girl who dived into the storyline and my eyes were rolling over her while listening, with those teary eyes asked a question, "What is that vow Nan?" her innocent beautiful big brown eyes wide open curious maybe she can help as I studied her face.

But the old Nan remained mute for a while and answered, "I'm not sure, but faeries and elves may know it".

"Are they exist? Because I want to help the children of dragon." she jumped up and asked eagerly. The Nan nodded and smiled, "I saw a magician elf when I was young his name was Atendor, sighed, he was very handsome and strong so I think they exist".

I grinned at the last part, maybe her age affected her dreams and of course, these superlative beautiful legends, or she didn't want to disturb Aramis mood as every narrator wants that the listener believes the story. Anyway, I see lessons in them and won't deny that I almost believed her tone.

I will draw the previous night on a new Canvas, "The gypsies by the fire" can be a good name for it, and the legend a very suitable comment. The world must know about the life of these silky heartfelt people living beside plains in their small village. They allow nomad gypsies to set up their Caravan near them and listen to the exciting myths. I will enjoy here to the last sip like a sweet win, then I'll come back to my urban life".

Mohan closed the notebook, it already spouted their emotions.

"You knew Atendor when you came to us?" Arno asked.

"I heard his name from a librarian in Groan I had hopes and got inspired to find him".

"This is a round world, this notebook saved your life", Silman added.

"All we needed was to look after the myths, just a simple look could guide us to be watchful, we had such a robotic life I wished I had a Nan to narrate me this kind of stories much as being manipulated or superlative". Arno added.

"What is that vow?" Everin whispered while peering at the fire.

"No one knows, but Atendor he said he will tell us soon", Mohan replied seemed already questioned him.

Arno seated next to the wall his legs stretched and leaned along and stared at the window drown in his thought, but moved as Silman blustered, "better to eat now". Silman placed the roasted fishes on the table inside the dishes.

"Myth! Huh! The life they used to call myth or legend now we are living the difference between these two is only in the type of experiences, for us, technology and going after knowledge is a myth now!"

Arno walked while carrying his chair and set it beside the table then added, "Am I wrong?"

"Don't worry we will take back all of them a strong sense tells me that those who left the earth to mars will come back soon." Everin calmed him.

"No one knows if those three thousand people are alive fifty years had passed", Mohan added and passed a loaf of bread to Silman. Having hope was the only reason to keep them fight if they stay still no change will come along itself so they needed to gather and find a leader who is gifted by the divine throne.

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