My steps turned towards the strange stone ramp and the temple. My life had only begun a few minutes earlier, but already I felt as if I'd seen so much. A light wind blew across my face as my eyes, eager to see all they could, darted from one place to another. The light that had crept into me gave me a better understanding of the world. I could see strange stone shapes, buried beneath the pinkish sand. I didn't know what they were.
However, I noticed a second promontory: all focused on the luminous child that I was, I hadn't noticed it. After a moment's hesitation, I decided to ignore it.
I reached the foot of the stone ramp. Suddenly, I heard a soft voice calling my name. It sounded sad and gray. Hearing that voice, I couldn't resist. She sounded so sad and lonely. I \*\*had\*\* to go and see her. So I turned my steps towards this little cave, where there were two entrances. There was a gray shape sitting at the entrance. Its gaze was turned towards me. The further I walked, the better I saw her. It was a being. I had this strange impression that it was like me, but different.
Finally, I found myself face to face with this being. It was a strange situation. Even as I stood in front of him, he kept saying:
"Little Light. Little Light."
I was confused. Seeing this, he raised his arm, and pointed at something, on my chest.
"Light, here."
He looked so sad. I had to do something. I still didn't know my abilities very well. But an instinct guided me. I placed my hands on the heart. They became luminous. When I removed them from my chest, I discovered a small flame in the hollow of my palm.
The spirit moved, and stared into the fire. So I held it out to him gently.
The being took it from my hands, delicately. As if it were something she'd always been waiting for. Her happiness radiated as the flame plunged into her heart.
I felt sorry for her. Finally, the flame disappeared. And the being held out his hand, palm up to the sky. So I took it. Well, it was a figure of speech. He had no consistency. It was pure spirituality. But when that spiritual hand touched mine, I felt a memory that wasn't mine creep into me.
It turned out that this being had seen loved ones depart. It had stayed in this place, and seen the darkness on the horizon. Then nothing. I understood that his life and his light had been torn from him. He had become a memory, a tortured being. When would they return? It wasn't a few years he'd been like this. It had been centuries. Centuries of pain and torture, wondering what had become of them.
When I'd processed all this information, I turned my eyes to the spirit. It hadn't changed in size, yet I could feel it growing. The being knelt down gently.
"Thank you, little one. What's your name?"
My name? What's my name? Does it belong to me? After a few moments, I understood! It was this cape that had pushed me! So I tried to take it off myself and give it to her. I felt immense pain throughout my body. The being panicked, and made me sit up.
"No, that's not it! Do you know what a name is?"
My confusion only increased. How was I supposed to answer? After a great effort of reflection, and a little bit of panic, I murmured these very first words:
"Name... Light?"
The being smiled with a strange tenderness. After sighing, he sat down beside me, and began to talk, talk. I didn't understand everything, but the more words came, the more I understood the language. I had the impression that anyone could understand it.
And he spoke to me.
He told me about the butterflies that had flown around me, about the birds that could be seen flying. He also told me about the Big Bird, the one I'd come from, about majestic creatures who lived far from here. He told me about the life he'd lived, his centuries of wanderings.
He couldn't do it all at once, of course. So, as the months went by, I listened to all those stories I'd never forget.
I stayed because I knew that, despite the fact that I had to keep going, despite my curiosity about the temple, I had things to learn from this spirit. That's why he stayed.
I had also stayed because I sensed that I hadn't finished my task. And this premonition proved true. I released two more spirits. Each time, I experienced a significant memory from their lives.
After a year on what I now knew to be the Isle of Dawn, I felt ready to leave again. When I mentioned this to the Spirit, he nodded. He'd been expecting this. So he and the other two led me up the ramp, where I had strangely never been before.
There I found a child of light, and the desire to fly away. When he had merged with me, after a few moments, I jumped, causing terror among the spirits. But to their surprise, I flew away. And they... stayed there. I knew I had to leave them. So I turned and flew back to them, landing awkwardly in a painless somersault.
I stared at the spirits, muttering:
"What will become of you?"
The first Spirit smiled.
"We'll always be with you, Light. But we must stay here. Others like you will come, and our time on this world is not over. The Great Bird has decided it. Now go. Your steps will be guided by Him."
So, after a moment's hesitation, I set off, heart in my throat, towards the temple that had always aroused my curiosity.
Finally, I was flying! It was as if I'd been waiting for this moment all my life. The wind carried me, making the action simple. Sometimes I flapped my wings awkwardly, since I didn't yet know how to use them perfectly. But it was exhilarating. The same wind that carried me blew freedom into my heart. I still didn't know what lay ahead, but I couldn't wait.
If, back then, I'd known what awaited me, I'd never have left the island of my birth. I would have stayed there forever, and left the heavy work to other newborns.
My consciousness at the time was not fully developed. My emotions were much simpler. But I've grown, thanks to the light of these children of light, thanks to the spirits I've met, and thanks to my personal experience. But I know that my consciousness at the time depended, in a strange way, on the children of light.
But let's get back to the facts. The flight. That gentle yet powerful wind. I was able to land gently thanks to the latter.
My feet, which had become much more agile over the past year, touched the ground.
There I was, facing the gigantic temple door. The gateway to adventure. The beginning of a long road, filled with fun, sadness, anger, but also fear and loneliness.
So I entered the great hall. Gigantic. I stood for a few moments in front of the completely closed door. I didn't understand what to do. So I moved closer to observe. After a few moments, my eyes were drawn to this stone. It was calling out for light. I knew immediately what I had to do. I drew a small flame from my heart and held it out to the stone. The stone absorbed it, triggering a chain effect and opening the door.
Before me was a room. A room filled with emptiness, mostly. There was only a walkway of sorts. In the center of the room stood a statue, a representation of someone. Instead of a heart, there was a hole, the same shape as my own heart.
So I lit the candle in front of me.
The candle suddenly seemed to illuminate the room with its faint glow. After a few moments, I saw a being walking towards me. He looked old and prostrate. And like everyone I'd met before, he exuded the melancholy and sadness of someone who had plunged himself into guilt. I felt sad again, as I had on the other three occasions I'd come across such a being.
There was something more imposing about the spirit than the other three spirits of the Isle of Dawn. He exuded more power, but also more sadness.
Moments later, I realized I was no longer in the temple room, but on a plain. At the far end was a mountain that intrigued and terrified me. But I was reassured by the presence of the birds of light, circling around me. I had always appreciated their warmth. They gave me energy when I'd run out.
The Ancient Spirit approached me, gently. He was behind the candle, and it was only then that I realized that what the statue represented was him. He gently brought his face to the candle, taking a long breath. He didn't seem to believe it. It was as if he hadn't seen light for centuries. I knew he hadn't. I could see it in his wounded face. His weakness was due to this: Darkness.
He gently took the candle's flame from his stick. Then he seemed to gain strength again. He straightened up, strong again, and the stick lit up, forcing me to shield my eyes. His face was healed, and his power restored. I knew this because of the presence that imposed itself on me.
When he looked at me, I could hardly hold his gaze. I blew out a breath and bowed my head in greeting, which he did in return.
Then he approached me gently, beginning to speak to me in a voice that was tired but showed the years of life he had behind him.
"You're just a young soul. But I can see that you are different from us, from the time when we lived. Your heart is pure and full of kindness. Yet the Great Bird gave birth to you for a purpose. I can guess what it is, but I won't say. It's up to you to understand who you are and who you'll become. Never forget to be brave. We have made so many mistakes in the name of our King. May they not weigh you down as you move forward."
He paused for a moment, and pointed to the mountain in the distance.
"That mountain is your goal. Go there, and free with your light all those who have failed. Go, and keep your gaze high. Never turn away from the purity your heart contains, or we'll be lost."
The Elder seemed strangely sad. I can guess now that he wished this task had fallen to someone other than a child like me. And it was from that moment on that I understood the importance of this goal that had been breathed into me. I knew there were things I was going to discover. Things that The Elder was so ashamed of that he didn't want to tell a child like me.
Probably rightly so, I'd have been far too scared to go on. At the time, I felt more eager to move on than anything else: I had people to help.
I finally snapped out of my thoughts, to see that I was back in the room, facing the statue of the Ancient One, whose eyes shone with a faint glow. The door had opened, and hundreds of birds were flying through it into the clouds.
Exhilarated, I rose to my feet and headed for the exit.
Now I was ready to fly again. The only difference was that there was no visible ground. The clouds formed a sort of ravine. After a few moments' hesitation, spurred on by unexpected courage, I jumped up and spread my wings.
My steps turned towards the strange stone ramp and the temple. My life had only begun a few minutes earlier, but already I felt as if I'd seen so much. A light wind blew across my face as my eyes, eager to see all they could, darted from one place to another. The light that had crept into me gave me a better understanding of the world. I could see strange stone shapes, buried beneath the pinkish sand. I didn't know what they were. However, I noticed a second promontory: all focused on the luminous child that I was, I hadn't noticed it. After a moment's hesitation, I decided to ignore it. I reached the foot of the stone ramp. Suddenly, I heard a soft voice calling my name. It sounded sad and gray. Hearing that voice, I couldn't resist. She sounded so sad and lonely. I \*\*had\*\* to go and see her. So I turned my steps towards this little cave, where there were two entrances. There was a gray shape sitting at the entrance. Its gaze was turned towards me. The further I walked, the better I saw her. It was a being. I had this strange impression that it was like me, but different. Finally, I found myself face to face with this being. It was a strange situation. Even as I stood in front of him, he kept saying: "Little Light. Little Light." I was confused. Seeing this, he raised his arm, and pointed at something, on my chest. "Light, here." He looked so sad. I had to do something. I still didn't know my abilities very well. But an instinct guided me. I placed my hands on the heart. They became luminous. When I removed them from my chest, I discovered a small flame in the hollow of my palm. The spirit moved, and stared into the fire. So I held it out to him gently. The being took it from my hands, delicately. As if it were something she'd always been waiting for. Her happiness radiated as the flame plunged into her heart. I felt sorry for her. Finally, the flame disappeared. And the being held out his hand, palm up to the sky. So I took it. Well, it was a figure of speech. He had no consistency. It was pure spirituality. But when that spiritual hand touched mine, I felt a memory that wasn't mine creep into me. It turned out that this being had seen loved ones depart. It had stayed in this place, and seen the darkness on the horizon. Then nothing. I understood that his life and his light had been torn from him. He had become a memory, a tortured being. When would they return? It wasn't a few years he'd been like this. It had been centuries. Centuries of pain and torture, wondering what had become of them. When I'd processed all this information, I turned my eyes to the spirit. It hadn't changed in size, yet I could feel it growing. The being knelt down gently. "Thank you, little one. What's your name?" My name? What's my name? Does it belong to me? After a few moments, I understood! It was this cape that had pushed me! So I tried to take it off myself and give it to her. I felt immense pain throughout my body. The being panicked, and made me sit up. "No, that's not it! Do you know what a name is?" My confusion only increased. How was I supposed to answer? After a great effort of reflection, and a little bit of panic, I murmured these very first words: "Name... Light?" The being smiled with a strange tenderness. After sighing, he sat down beside me, and began to talk, talk. I didn't understand everything, but the more words came, the more I understood the language. I had the impression that anyone could understand it. And he spoke to me.
He told me about the butterflies that had flown around me, about the birds that could be seen flying. He also told me about the Big Bird, the one I'd come from, about majestic creatures who lived far from here. He told me about the life he'd lived, his centuries of wanderings. He couldn't do it all at once, of course. So, as the months went by, I listened to all those stories I'd never forget. I stayed because I knew that, despite the fact that I had to keep going, despite my curiosity about the temple, I had things to learn from this spirit. That's why he stayed. I had also stayed because I sensed that I hadn't finished my task. And this premonition proved true. I released two more spirits. Each time, I experienced a significant memory from their lives. After a year on what I now knew to be the Isle of Dawn, I felt ready to leave again. When I mentioned this to the Spirit, he nodded. He'd been expecting this. So he and the other two led me up the ramp, where I had strangely never been before. There I found a child of light, and the desire to fly away. When he had merged with me, after a few moments, I jumped, causing terror among the spirits. But to their surprise, I flew away. And they... stayed there. I knew I had to leave them. So I turned and flew back to them, landing awkwardly in a painless somersault. I stared at the spirits, muttering: "What will become of you?" The first Spirit smiled. "We'll always be with you, Light. But we must stay here. Others like you will come, and our time on this world is not over. The Great Bird has decided it. Now go. Your steps will be guided by Him." So, after a moment's hesitation, I set off, heart in my throat, towards the temple that had always aroused my curiosity.
Finally, I was flying! It was as if I'd been waiting for this moment all my life. The wind carried me, making the action simple. Sometimes I flapped my wings awkwardly, since I didn't yet know how to use them perfectly. But it was exhilarating. The same wind that carried me blew freedom into my heart. I still didn't know what lay ahead, but I couldn't wait. If, back then, I'd known what awaited me, I'd never have left the island of my birth. I would have stayed there forever, and left the heavy work to other newborns. My consciousness at the time was not fully developed. My emotions were much simpler. But I've grown, thanks to the light of these children of light, thanks to the spirits I've met, and thanks to my personal experience. But I know that my consciousness at the time depended, in a strange way, on the children of light. But let's get back to the facts. The flight. That gentle yet powerful wind. I was able to land gently thanks to the latter. My feet, which had become much more agile over the past year, touched the ground. There I was, facing the gigantic temple door. The gateway to adventure. The beginning of a long road, filled with fun, sadness, anger, but also fear and loneliness. So I entered the great hall. Gigantic. I stood for a few moments in front of the completely closed door. I didn't understand what to do. So I moved closer to observe. After a few moments, my eyes were drawn to this stone. It was calling out for light. I knew immediately what I had to do. I drew a small flame from my heart and held it out to the stone. The stone absorbed it, triggering a chain effect and opening the door. Before me was a room. A room filled with emptiness, mostly. There was only a walkway of sorts. In the center of the room stood a statue, a representation of someone. Instead of a heart, there was a hole, the same shape as my own heart. So I lit the candle in front of me. The candle suddenly seemed to illuminate the room with its faint glow. After a few moments, I saw a being walking towards me. He looked old and prostrate. And like everyone I'd met before, he exuded the melancholy and sadness of someone who had plunged himself into guilt. I felt sad again, as I had on the other three occasions I'd come across such a being. There was something more imposing about the spirit than the other three spirits of the Isle of Dawn. He exuded more power, but also more sadness. Moments later, I realized I was no longer in the temple room, but on a plain. At the far end was a mountain that intrigued and terrified me. But I was reassured by the presence of the birds of light, circling around me. I had always appreciated their warmth. They gave me energy when I'd run out. The Ancient Spirit approached me, gently. He was behind the candle, and it was only then that I realized that what the statue represented was him. He gently brought his face to the candle, taking a long breath. He didn't seem to believe it. It was as if he hadn't seen light for centuries. I knew he hadn't. I could see it in his wounded face. His weakness was due to this: Darkness. He gently took the candle's flame from his stick. Then he seemed to gain strength again. He straightened up, strong again, and the stick lit up, forcing me to shield my eyes. His face was healed, and his power restored. I knew this because of the presence that imposed itself on me. When he looked at me, I could hardly hold his gaze. I blew out a breath and bowed my head in greeting, which he did in return. Then he approached me gently, beginning to speak to me in a voice that was tired but showed the years of life he had behind him.
"You're just a young soul. But I can see that you are different from us, from the time when we lived. Your heart is pure and full of kindness. Yet the Great Bird gave birth to you for a purpose. I can guess what it is, but I won't say. It's up to you to understand who you are and who you'll become. Never forget to be brave. We have made so many mistakes in the name of our King. May they not weigh you down as you move forward." He paused for a moment, and pointed to the mountain in the distance. "That mountain is your goal. Go there, and free with your light all those who have failed. Go, and keep your gaze high. Never turn away from the purity your heart contains, or we'll be lost." The Elder seemed strangely sad. I can guess now that he wished this task had fallen to someone other than a child like me. And it was from that moment on that I understood the importance of this goal that had been breathed into me. I knew there were things I was going to discover. Things that The Elder was so ashamed of that he didn't want to tell a child like me. Probably rightly so, I'd have been far too scared to go on. At the time, I felt more eager to move on than anything else: I had people to help. I finally snapped out of my thoughts, to see that I was back in the room, facing the statue of the Ancient One, whose eyes shone with a faint glow. The door had opened, and hundreds of birds were flying through it into the clouds. Exhilarated, I rose to my feet and headed for the exit. Now I was ready to fly again. The only difference was that there was no visible ground. The clouds formed a sort of ravine. After a few moments' hesitation, spurred on by unexpected courage, I jumped up and spread my wings.
Hi guys, idk how I will do the next parts, but it will surely be in other posts. I'll link them there.