Ar'Chismaytopia Rae Saga(Australia)
Tree of Life
Weeks passed quickly, the ice began to melt, and the branches that were originally covered in ice began to green rapidly. Rae continues to practice magic with Frya every morning until after lunch. Rae is still not allowed to roam around without Frya's supervision even in the palace.
Until that morning, Rae was woken up early by Frya, before sunrise. Sleepily Rae shifted her Fhire—cat, she had already decided some time ago that it was a suitable name, which was coiling by her side and rising up. Frya had been dressed in beautiful formal attire, her hair was bunned up, and was propped up with jewelry from silver-patterned vines. She looks so pretty. Rae felt shabby in front of him.
“Today is the first day of spring festival,” said the elf as soon as Rae stood up. “Everyone will gather for the opening celebration of the spring festival ceremony, I must cover you with energy so that the elves do not realize you do not have a magic vibration.”
Frya's delicate and cold palms clasped Rae's arms, and as Frya began to sing, Rae could feel every stream of energy in every single one of her lyrics, creeping through Frya's arms. When he finished Rae's body felt like it had a quiver on her skin, very thin, unlike Frya's.
“Now you have the magic vibration, but you must not come into contact with the elves or they will realize that it is not from you.” Rae nods, “be prepared, I have prepared a place for you, where you are close enough to the tree of life but no one can get near you.” Frya shows her the long tunic dress she has prepared for Rae.
Frya took him down the palace hallway. For the first time after a week more confined within the palace, Rae stepped out tracing the main street of the city of Celestia.
Rae could feel a different aura around her, the surrounding elves looked busy and excited even though dawn was still a few hours away, unlike usual, they were usually very calm.
Rae followed Frya every step, without saying much, They passed by some elves, Frya returned their salute, but did not stop to say hello. Frya did not stop until they reached the edge of the city limits of Celestia, the trees that were formed as a place to live began to disappear. Leave large and lush trees, where moonlight is unable to penetrate. Beautiful lanterns lined up neatly along the road they passed, until finally they stopped at a large tree, decorated with the lights of the surrounding orbs, the orbs flew, and the orbs flew, illuminate the tree in beautiful colors. A river flowed beneath it, forming a small lake. Frya wrapped her arms around Rae's pingang, helping Rae melopathy the small lake.
“They are fairy, who keep the tree of life,” said Frya, when Rae saw those orbs with “And this great tree is the tree of life, and,” Frya said as she touched the tree respectfully. The tree is huge.
Rae touched it, and stunned, this tree had a very strong vibration of life, its consciousness fluttering slowly but it felt coming from within the tree.
“This tree is a symbol of Ar’chismaytopia. The Ljosaflar cultural center. At the beginning of each spring, the Ljosaflar will hold a festival in his honor, and celebrate life.”
“Why is this tree so important?” ask Rae.
“According to the original legend, the seed of the fruit fell from eternity. When the first light shines on him he grows and bears fruit. From the fruit of the elves appeared, from the fruit that was struck by light appeared the light elves, our nation Ljosaflar. While from the fruit that grows in darkness was born Svartalfar elf darkness.”
“Really?” ask Rae in amazement. “The tree must be very old then. Then where do humans and others come from?”
“Man is a newcomer. They arrived after we had civilization, they were not in our legend, and the typical Ar’chismaytopia animals also came from it. There are many stories about that tree.”
“and what story is true?” ask Rae, she's ready to believe anything now.
““All the Elves of this tree have been there,” said Frya. “But it's just a Rae myth, obviously we didn't come from it. If it comes from him, of course, we do not need to reproduce, right? We will increase by ourselves. We respect that legend as a legacy. So we keep doing all those rituals related to that tree.”
“But I felt the energy coming out of that tree,” Rae said.
“Yes the tree has magic energy. Something from the tree was balancing the magic that was in Ar’chismaytopia.”
“Come, the festival will start soon, I take you to one of the highest branches, there will be no one close enough to touch you, and you are still at a reasonable distance.” Frya scooped up Rae's body, lightly jumping from one branch to another.
“Spring festival will be held for one week nonstop, the elves will sing, will be too much magic in the air, enough to hide what we will do. Sit here.” Rae looked around, the elves began to gather they spread out, as if irregular.
After a while the king and queen appeared, carrying lanterns, stepping towards the crowd. The elves gave way to them. Then the king began to sing an opening speech, then followed by a chant. The elves began to sing together, in a melodious, sweeping tone. The chant made Rae feel strange, the air thick with magic energy. Then the sound of– voices seemed to merge into unity, the elves sang, the sound of drumming sounded. Makes Rae want to float. Uphoria intoxicating out in the air. Hypnotizing Rae. The spring celebration has not yet begun.
A few moments later, the music stopped. Then a soft groove replaces the silence. Frya slid from where she had stood before. “Wait here,” command on Rae. Then he slipped away among the crowd. And appeared next to Queen Avlor. Frya walked gracefully behind the queen. All the elves pulled over. It forms an empty space around the tree. The dancing elves placed themselves around the tree numbering around twelve elves. All of them were female elves. They wear the same beautiful dresses but different colors, the colors of spring. The dress was made of a thin cloth almost transparent and each time the elves moved the edge of her wide-tipped dress moved like water following the elves' movements.
The elves began to dance in slow motion according to the accompaniment of the song, with beautiful graceful movements. Frya danced with the queen. The longer the faster they follow the rhythm of the song they sing.
The tempo of the song they were singing was getting faster, with the sound that further stimulated Rae's passion. A warm energy enveloped Rae. Fulfilling her senses. Flowing through his veins, suddenly the lionet trembled, and it was as if all the energy in Rae had burst out. Rae feels enveloped by new energy.
As if he was being pulled. The elves looked crazy, something Rae never thought she would see. Rae always thought they were calm beings, but seeing them now was like something sacred and personal, which she should not have seen.
All the sounds hypnotized him, blending in and then in an instant the voices turned into a voice. A different voice from the singing of the previous elves. Calming lyrics.
Suddenly a sense of heat appeared in his chest. The heat that burned his body. Rae wanted to keep listening to that soothing song. He didn't want to feel the burning sensation of Rae screaming as if she was going to die. But no other sound came out.
He felt himself being embraced by the tree of life. A moment later it was as if the tree of life was singing to him in a melodious slow rhythm, replacing the song he had originally listened to.
The hand that carries destiny has come
Everything that has been hidden must be revealed.
Because the abandoned child has gone home.
the person who is bound must be released
the separated must be united, and,
the missing will be found
and the wasted will return to its place.
He had to weaken before becoming strong.
Because the light has to disappear
Before the darkness can be destroyed.
and destruction can be prevented.
***
Frya saw what happened to Rae. He wants to approach her. But she must continue singing to free the spell that binds the hybrid. He can't stop their spell in the middle of the road. Because it means that only his father and mother will keep the spell.
He looked around. No one's paying attention. The Ljosaflar were singing. They are dissolved in the song of spring.
The Hybrid is in a trance. He's hovering. Another strange thing happened at the spring festival. It's just that this is different. The girl sucked her magic. He looked at his father, staring at the queen question mark. The king averted his eyes and stroked him to continue the spell they were casting.
Frya looked back at the hybrid, the tree of life moving. In very slow motion. The tree branches seemed to welcome the hybrid. Cuddling her like a mother, the hybrid coiled up to her, seeking comfort. Like a child in his mother's arms.
His face is in pain. The liontan floated out, along with a branch of the tree of life that grew elongated. Outstretched touching the middle of the hybrid pendal.
Frya couldn't distract him. There are times when the tree of life acts on the things around it. But it's a rare thing. Other elves may think this hybrid is sick and the tree of life is trying to heal its pain. That was the only rumor he needed to spread.
The first spring dawn file began to pierce through the trees and hit the tree of life. This is the highlight of the opening of the spring ceremony. The Ljosaflars began to cry out with joy, spring beginning with the coming of dawn.
Frya looked at the hybrid vigilantly. He doesn't know what's going to be revealed. But he can feel their magic starting to work. Frya jumped close to the hybrid. The branches of the tree of life have moved to form the arms of a mother to mount the hybrid.
The hybrid's eyes suddenly opened, he moved his hand to touch his pendants. Both of his hands were holding the pedal close to his heart. Then curled deeper into the clench of the elf tree.
Frya can feel the spell escape from Rae. Sinking into the tree of life. And disappeared. Frya touched the hybrid. His body was now casting magic like him.
No elves noticed them as if immersed in a spring festival. The king and queen continued to sing.
As the spell disappeared, the tree of life began to move back to its original position. Frya catches the hybrid. Before he fell to the ground.
The hybrids are descendants of Ljosaflar. A sense of relief flowed in his mind. Things would be more complicated if he was a svartalfar.
***
On the side of the furthest forest, a person was jolted from his long slumber, his empty lungs suddenly filled with fresh air. The barrier had disappeared, how long had it been
