Chapter CHAPTER V: LEXICON OF LEYRA - SIDE A (4)

Dāel watched her for a while. At that moment, the girl fell, she hurt herself, and on the floor, she started laughing.

“You’re right!” Dāel exclaimed, “she just hurt herself and sh– wait. This isn’t the first time you see this girl, right?”

“Can I say yes?” said Argôn.

“No! You’re spying on her!” said Dāel. “Remember what Bongo says about interfering whit hum–”

“I´m not spying on her!” Argôn responded. “I’ve been watching her because I’m just curious. It’s fun! Stay with me. Let’s watch her for a while. Look! Her friends also fell!”

“It is not our nature to interact with them” responded Dāel. “If Old Wiz finds us here he will turn us into dust.”

“We’re not interacting with her!” said Argôn. “We’re just observing her behavior, and we’re having fun.”

“Well, I guess you´re right” replied Dāel.

The dragons stayed in the bushes, watching the girl. She kept doing her strange and funny dances, and after a while of watching the show, Dāel got tired and decided to return to the Gardens.

“I think I’m leaving, I’m tired” he exclaimed, “It’s been a great night! Don´t stay here too long.”

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving soon” Argônæth replied.

In the abode of Mount Geneza, the night became uncomfortable for the Golden King. Something did not allow him to conceal his dream. A tingle, a pain, some voices, kept coming to his mind. He managed to sleep, and in few moments, he woke up from what appeared to be a nightmare. He needed to get distracted, or simply do something.

Wiz, then, got up from his bed and went to his boiler. He started to see through its liquid, images of all the shores, plains, forests, and places of Kepler. He saw great meadows, and great mountains. Immense oceans, and hidden extensions he had never visited before.

Suddenly, the image of Anaís showed up; the region was just below him, and his Floating Garden. In the boiler water, an image of Argôn was projected. He was still hidden among the flowers fields, up in the small hill; spying on the girl.

The girl was suddenly alone. Her friends left and the animals she was feeding left too. She started, to sing, and with her voice, she aroused a golden essence that was born sweetly from the ground, adhering to the nearer grass and plants.

Argôn was attracted to this, and the dragon descended from the small mound; entering the bushes, approaching the young girl. She began to feel a familiar presence, a presence that she had felt before. She got scared, but she didn’t stop having fun. She closed her eyes, and continued her singing, knowing that she was attracting a mysterious creature.

Wiz was watching all of this through the reflection of his boiler. As Argôn ’s energy drew closer to Amalia’s, time slower down. The surrounding greens started to distort themselves. The ground inside his dwelling began to shake, and the boiler liquid started to explode. Wiz had never seen anything like this, so he continued to observing the reflection.

The girl finished reciting the wonderful song. She opened her eyes and found herself in front of a row of bushes, bordering the end of her garden. These seemed to be physically altered, and lost sight of the edges of the figure that was hiding behind them.

“I know you’re there” Amalia exclaimed.

Nothing happened. The creature only moved, and with this movement, it caused the bushes to sway even more.

“Come closer!” said the girl “Don’t be afraid.”

The girl extended her hand. The fiery golden eyes of the creature were visible between the green and the dark. She felt a little scared, but decided to bring her hand a little closer to the creature. In the dark, she saw more clearly the outline of the dragon’s hidden forehead.

The leaves began to float from the surrounding soil. The ground spread a slight golden effulgence. Inside Wiz’s room, potions began to fall from the planks. The smoke from the boiler clouded the place while it was about to explode. Things got out of control, which caused the Golden King to be in a trance, a state of suspense. He did not know whether to go to the place, or stay watching what was about to happen. The tension paralyzed the Golden King. The boiler began to wobble abruptly, and in the reflection, thousands of unstoppable unknown future images and sequence began to stir; all happening quickly one after the other. They appear in Wezhreem´s mind as infinite projections of the inevitable destiny of the planet.

“Amalia!” shouted her mother. “Enter the house! It’s getting late!”

“Yes, momma!” she replied while removing her hand from the bushes. “I’m coming!”

The girl did couldn´t touch the creature. And when she turned around from her respond. She turned her gaze again to the hidden creature, it disappeared.

Wiz’s boiler burst in thousands of fragments. The pieces flew out when the girl put her hand away. The Golden King lay on the ground, still. The tremor had stopped, but he couldn’t find words to describe what he had seen. Determined, he furiously got up with the intention of facing Argônæth. He was going to force him to stop seeing the girl. He had the fearsome augury that this was a great threat.

However, something harmonious managed to took over his heart. In his wisdom, he understood that he actually was just scared, fearful. He felt a real terror, for the energies and images were uncontrollable even for him, but in his misunderstanding, he knew it was something new, an intense rearrangement, coming from a divine origin. He reconsidered the fact that if this was happening naturally, it was due to the authentic order of all living things. The presence of the unfathomed of the all among them.

Nothing could be done, and nothing should be done about it. More than accepting what it apparently was, it was about accepting what it would be. The worst thing the King could do was to interfere with this. He made the decision not to do anything, and allow things to follow their natural course. After all, he didn’t felt this strange interaction was something negative. He could not prove this constituted an evil for the harmony of the planet, but he could not affirm it wasn´t either. He wasn´t certain if this was something entirely positive. For him, these events were a mystery, which he wanted to properly interpret. But he didn’t have information; not enough to make a choice. He decided to keep what was seen hidden; for he saw the situation as a puzzle, and before making a final decision, he needed the missing pieces of it.