“Wanna camp out here until sunset Celena?” as if Mien Rin is not looking at my condition, she’s occupying herself ordering the things that Lucas brought for our small camping site.
“I’d rather rest back at Auvelis now. We can’t endanger the baby.” It’s a bit difficult to say as to why I to bring my baby back home. I get a bit hasty without carefully thinking about my condition when that twinge of pain burn and rip my lower stomach makes me yell in pain. Lucas swiftly hangs my left arm to his own body assisting me on standing up.
“Celena. I know your reason but you should take it easy. Just have rest for now until I clean the opening that little Jireh made.” It tickles on the inside hearing about the opening she’s saying when my lover lays me down on that familiar redwood tree. Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply and ease my body to remove the contractions inside my body.
It’s something that I learned from my master back then. Then again, he told me that it came from our genetics. Whatever that is…
“Mien Rin makes a good point. It is still early afternoon. Sit back and relax. Deal with the baby while I set our camp.” He makes a good point. I do need to make our baby happy and watch over him. Gazing at my newborn baby, its small smile eases my pain as I shed a tear.
Back in the days with our master, many days we spent time together with Lucas and big sister filled me up with smiles and joy to my face as if my child has resonate our foster father.
“Hehehe … no way I’m letting a child just give me orders like I did back then.” Now that I think about it, it damps me down a bit that I have to deal with many new things I refused to do way back then, “Does this mean I need to sacrifice my childhood in exchange for innocence? I wish it will not be my fate.”
Standing up when the sky is late afternoon, Lucas and Mien Rin disassembles the camp for the day.
“Feeling okay Celena?” As my husband always assures me, a nod is an efficient answer. All three of us begin walking the road back home with the warm path of Prosperity Plains invigorating our spirits in every step we take.
As I look on the right, the beautiful scene leaves us in smiles and awe, “Look Jireh, butterflies!” swarms of different winged colors insects dancing towards the sunset delayed our schedule to admire its beauty. My baby reaches his arms out to the beauty with optimistic passion that laughter bursts within us all. This feeling, it’s a wonderful thing I witness and do as a mother for the first time in my life. Praying with a sense of hope, life will stay this way for me.
Arriving at our abode, all three of us present our home with open arms, “Jireh. Welcome to Auvelis Village.”
Our place is part of the Kingdom of Navanis. See, as a tivanian, our kin has five kinds of cultures each with its own kingdom. There are the Navanians living at the Navanis Kingdom, the Hivanians living at the Hivanis Kingdom just east of our kingdom, to the west are the Herbarians living at the Herbarian Kingdom, and there are Manavians living deep under the seas and oceans of Vitandes. I can’t recall what that other race is called living further west of my home though.
Very simple you can call it, but we decide to live in this village years ago simply for the design of our homes that you can find at Herbardam. Very natural crafted wood and stone from how I see it, our roof is rather big and similar to a half-open book that it’s easy to see it first in a distance. It’s where my master used to live before he met us years ago.
As we walk our way back home, our neighboring doctors wave their arms on our arrival, “Johanna! Avea!” with big sister joining them, the three of them are like old teenagers who seem very approaching just for everybody.
The Lexyria twins Johanna and Avea are two of my big sister’s best friends rolled on a bandage. Those two are exact replicas pretty much in everything. But I do know that some things separate them from each other. Avea is the doctor who’s always a happy go lucky Navanian like me while Johanna is much more rational and compose like big sister.
Avea, who happily waves her arms around her, pets lightly my baby’s head, “Awwww! Would you at that! You got an adorable baby Celena!” Jireh giggles at her sensitive touches, blushing at my achievement. Not a bad recipe since it’s natural for both of us, even if she’s older than I am. “Oh! Oh my Gosh! I forgot to buy my congratulations gift to both of you!”
“Now now Avea. You know that it is recently living now. We better not make it cry yet. Its ears are too tiny. Plus, Celena shouldn’t eat cake or anything sweet just yet since she just gave birth.” Johanna is a bit more restraining than her twin. Even if she speaks kind of loud, Jireh just giggles at them instead of wailing at them as strangers.
“But sister! Didn’t we plan all of this preparation from the beginning? So are you saying we should disregard our celebration to her baby?” running her downer mouth tells me she’s embarrassed that I didn’t get my motherly present.
“I’m afraid so. If she just stayed with us at our hospital, we could’ve done it all for them.” I bet Avea must be muttering out to herself now. Avea and I agree that Mien Rin and Johanna just enjoy the things they wanted. Not. Knowing that Avea didn’t get to fulfill her promise leaves me sad to hear that from her. Where’s the fun for them? That eye-looking glint takes me back, “Sorry that we couldn’t keep our promise. Why don’t you three join our lunch? Hopefully that can be a way to make up for our unpreparedness. You and your baby may need a check-up.”
Cradling at my baby child, we open the door of their clinical house where both of them usually do nursing. It is decently decorated with one big sofa hogging the room, pictures laying itself on the walls and a couple potteries and designs just there with the open cupboard on the left. The scents of doctoral tools are rather bland for medical purposes and stuff. The kitchen is sort of average: a furnace, a barrel of water, one fat block of table surface, and a hangar of small kitchenware. But they have four beds since they use the other two are for their patients in check-up. Like me.
“Lucas, if it is okay for you, can you buy the needed ingredients for our dinner enough for all of us?” putting a hand on his arm, he brings out a paper sheet and his wooden ink marker; it looks like a rounded stick with a long bird’s feather stapled in between. It needs a bottle of ink to write something, right? Not exactly.
“I’m on it sweetie. What would you say something good for tonight? Some mango crescent along with a little salad bento?” nodding at the meals, he walks away in a pace. Well, my appetite habits changed after our intimate night months ago. But forget about that one. I’m a mother right now.
Johanna picks up a couple of things that she uses on examining patients. But I say I like the way our health system works. Tivanian Nurses are known to have aura spirit energies that can do different kinds of healing and health examination. I just don’t know the full details about nursing. Really, it does not involve getting the ancient surgery, which is all I can say.
“I’ll be the one checking up on you while my sister checks up on your baby. Avea’s here.” After a little while, Avea presses her hands to both my child and my own forehead releasing two wispy aura sinking inside our heads. Our eyes are heavy shut. Since Avea is my best friend, I trust these two knowing the right way to deal with patients.
Checking on Celena’s undergarments for medical necessities, I had moments where others shudder with unease from my previous patients. Others may hint me for peeping too much on my patients private patrs. But it doesn’t stop me from my job as much. We’re nurses – or doctors you could say – that deal with Tivanian anatomy. Now that I think about my early days as a student in nursing, I find it weird that we were ones spirits of these so called ‘humans’. I personally don’t believe in that. I firmly believe we are Feli’s children who guided all of us the way of finding the light to live our lives to the fullest – before we even walk foot on this world.
“Now what could have happened to her delivery this morning?” I do a cautious internal check-up via Aura Channeling: a technique we doctors use to focus our aura to our eyes and hands, touching the host, in order for us to see the internal organs if there are any anomalies found. From the looks of her body, she seems to be healthy. Her womb seems to be reshaping itself to normal size. Nothing went wrong at least. Except…
“If only you listened to us yesterday.” disappointed, I recall everything that happened yesterday. She insisted us that she can handle it for two more days. Yet we denied her to do so. Her cervix was close to be wide enough for her baby to slide down. Well I don’t know her choices but she paid the price: a mother giving childbirth to some unknown place.
“Wake up. Wake up you two,” Avea gently nudges me when I carefully stand up while carrying little Jireh as we head to the clinic’s dining hall where everybody else are having a bite of mango crest. We have a lot of fun being together as a group of best-friends girls, though they playfully tease up Lucas at times. He’s always the silent one in most cases. Johanna seems to be lying down on her chair out of energy and a bit empty looking. I guess.
“Johanna? Are you okay?” as I take a bite of the vegetable salad, she swallows the food she finished chewing.
“Well … it’s … nothing. Just … exhausted.” Exhausted? She seems to be tired anyways.
As we leave their place and wave our goodbyes of the day once dinner is done, Mien Rin calls me back, “Good thing is that both of you remain healthy. But my best friends seem to be curious with something, especially Johanna. They just want us to visit them tomorrow.”
“It’s alright. Can’t she just tell it to you immediately? It better not be something bad about my child.” I ask thinking about this something that big sister’s buddy cannot spill out.
“It’s more about good things.” Big sis gazes at the starry night sky.
Night time arrives quickly. Just today, I finally get to touch and carry my child in my arms. I wished last night that Jireh would come out after tomorrow –which is today. But … Feli wasn’t listening.
Arriving at our real house, we give ourselves a moment to appreciate on what we have. It is certainly simple yet it feels very natural for some of our doors and rooms were crafted in wood. Supported with a bit of soil and stone from Hivanis, it can be very sturdy, ensuring our secure as well. My sister quickly runs ahead to sleep at her bedroom. Lucas and I should have been asleep too by now. But we have other things in mind, like we need to tell this to her perhaps. We just find ourselves stargazing at the lavender sky on our garden. Its beauty –along with the sparkling stars- allures us all. Like the hopeful dawn where the stars, the sun, and the moon gives life to us while we are asleep, or awake, my child is right here with us.
When a wishing star glides through the night sky, I whisper to Jireh that he should make a wish.
“If I can have at least one wish, my wish is that both of us will show great example to our baby child as his loving parents.” With a gentle voice, I warm up to Lucas as we lay on each other’s shoulder passionately embracing our lips together.
As my first day being a mother closes, we enter in our bedroom and give each other a good night kiss, sleeping with my lover and child, together on our one single bed. I love my family.
Hold on. What am I doing here?
And what’s with you peeping on my privacy?
Gosh I quit! But since you peeped at my privacy, I ask you to stay with me.
Listen, *kiching*, or else.
This may sound bizarre to you. But have you ever dreamed of having your purpose and desire coming true?
Maybe you never find your happiness on your square block or on the dirt you’re hugging.
Well then, if you are like me. Lucky kiddo. We know this reality is rather sunk down now.
This story tells the story of a boy. A boy with a goal so vast, only those deities can ever dream of happening. But for this universal timeline, we don’t look at the boy. Rather…
Our star is none other … than the boy’s mother. Visiting…
Vitandes Cemetery. It is the last resting place of the peaceful dead. Filled with swaying windy grass and paparazzi of flowers, it resembles the day one’s traveling back in the times one lives through life, how much one’s achieve, how one’s actions evolve, and how one’s life contributed for their fellow tivanians and Vitandes, their heavenly home planet. A few trees give a chilly relief if anyone visits the cemetery during the morning. However, amongst the many uprooted graveyards, one monument statue resembles a heroic beacon to the people of Tivanes. The statue’s six different colors of diamond resembling a body of a human being wearing a monk scholar’s clothes, somehow not giving the face any detail at all, refracts an eye catching charm. What made the human crystal so special –if one looks closely at its chest- is the heart: carved with the most lustrous crystals emanating light. If one gets to see it at night, it emits a beautiful rainbow light to those who closely stare directly to it.
For the Tivanian race, what’s left of it is that it sows the extinction of the human race. The last human not placated by the creed of corrupted human society somewhere in the distant galaxy.
Entering the wooden entrance sign is a young mother tivanian in her early twenties named Celena Tanabata holding a basket of bouquet flowers with eight white petals –with a touch of yellow in the middle- like a night star in the winter midnight. Her white snow cappuccino skin, for a mother adequate of a Filipina height, shines brightly when the sun shines on her. The refreshing morning breeze passing through her silk dress of petal white, along with a scarf of lavender -with two stars found at the tied ends of it- gliding with the gentle wind, cools her heating body as she visits the monk statue. The ground of dirt beneath her blends with her silk, light brown wooden shoes in each step she takes. If one looks closely at her right hand, a circular tattoo with a four-pointed yellow star appears as she pulls the tip of her sleeve on her arm. It’s red, green, blue, brown and white colors were deeply embedded on her hand as proof of her birthmark.
Weariness slowly claims her as she pets her stomach, anticipating her soon approaching child.
Unlike human beings, tivanians only need six months to give birth to a child thanks to their much more enhanced genetics. One could dub that tivanians are theoretically the ancestors of human beings; probably human beings living on this planet that evolved and changed in Vitandes according to a few theorists of this world.
Kneeling next to the monument, as she closes her eyes, the heaviness of the living fruit -her child- within gets lighter for a bit, “Master, it has been a long while. Here’s a bouquet of flowers. I hope that its scent can be brought to the stars with you.”
“Five years has passed since that day. I can’t get much sleep at the time from those nightmares before. But after every nightmare, it becomes a good dream. Ahh, memories when I’m sixteen. I miss my younger years. But lately, I hear voices in every sleep. What could it mean?” her mind enjoyed getting lost with the wandering breeze thinking of wonderful moments from her past.
A certain giggle, like a butterfly, snaps her back to reality, “Huh, what the…?” repeating once more, the giggle rings a bit louder. For someone who just winds out tired from walking such a distance, it lightens the aching pain.
Behind Celena stands another wind-out tivanian who stands contently one and a half inch taller than her. He’s the man she’s been waiting: her husband, Lucas. With a skin color of light brown, it blends well with his working travelling bag. Being a traveler and a farmer carrying a backpack for long travel gives him the confidential effort of his perseverance in the field of health in a grade of B+. Packed with a buck to the brim travel bag, and the sun’s rays shining his light green travel clothing –Dark green farming shirt, color orange-sand sandals, light green short pants with gray belt-, the young man places his baggage lazing down next to him after the long journey. As he kneels down next to the monument, he begins meditating next to his heartwarming wife, waiting together for their living treasure to kick his sweetheart’s body from the inside. Inside his baggage are plenty of necessities that he carries to this day, awaiting Celena’s child to see the world.
“Hi there Celena. Visiting our master sweetheart?” Lucas raises a smile from asking her.
“Lucas? Where’s Mien Rin?” answering with a hand, Lucas directs her face, her wrongly directed arm, to a cozy redwood tree behind them where their big sister lay on the tree in her meditative sleep. Her name is Mien Rin Sanipela. As the tallest of the three, the slightly pink hue on her skin tone with deep lavender tone makes her smell and look fragrant with her rose red blouse, and sakura-pink pants from afar. If one inspects her head closely, she’s brainstorming love teasing thoughts from her lumpy throat.
“How’s the baby Celena?” staggered from the size, his palm felt the little heartbeats that the fruit within his lover’s womb emanate. Celena shares a nod, “The baby could come at any time. I just hope that it won’t happen too-“
The weight of her growing child within her womb wails to lay down now. Her belly shows signs of bulging and pressing like pressing ones hand onto the wet sand leaving a mark before getting washed away by the water, “Aaaahhhhhh! The baby! It’s kicking now! Ahhh! Lucas! Hurry! It hurts!”
With Mien Rin lending a hand, together with Lucas, both best friends guide Celena to the tree. With Mien Rin doing childbirth labor procedures, flashbacks of the fortune teller’s advice he got yesterday rolls out in motion amidst his panicking mind.
Inside a house in a village nearby the cemetery, an old woman shrouded in man-made silk rain coat rested its palm on a spherical orb put on top of carefully modeled table clothing. “Young man, I see that tomorrow is more than your simple tour to your ode master.” A fortune teller spoke behind the curtain.
“What do you mean?” Lucas tilted upward in ponder.
As the elderly woman stares at the orb like a telepath, a mist of scenes plays within the orb. A young woman nearly nude, an elder man holding something small and mysterious at its palm, and a birthmark Lucas never seen before, “Behold a shining cloud! For thy teacher returns a creed to thee lover thou hold. All found where thy never expect to seed the new star of destiny.”
“I don’t understand what you mean. What makes my child so special?” he wondered with a rumbling stomach.
“Such a confused Navanian eh? You will have to find the answers for yourself. Your time should be used wisely. Something … or … some form … may be looking from your master’s grave.” Due to the darkness of the room, Lucas never saw the elder looking straight at his soul.
“Celena! Deep breaths now. Now Push!” Mien Rin does the hard work of child delivery. As for Lucas, he has to comfort her all that he could as she faces one of her most draining moments that she hasn’t brace herself with. Tears wash down from her eyes with her shallow, rapid breathing, her head straining from her own painful, howling screams. Her labor happens so fast. Yet, for her, it lingers on since forever. What was once Lucas’ seed and Celena’s fertile egg becomes the child they have been embracing and preparing for six months. As the couple hears another voice crying to life, their inner tensions finally get exhaled. Six months of careful health gives them the living treasure of their love: a child.
“Congratulations! It’s a baby boy. Lucas. Celena. You two are an official father and mother. I’m so happy for both of you.” wiping the baby’s slimy body with a soft towel, she makes sure that their child will be at its cleanest as she slowly wraps the child with another clean soft towel.
Everything around the couple seems to play an inner orchestra of joy when their child opens its innocent eyes wanting to see its new world. Awes rhyme with the joy everyone has laughing with tears of parental bliss.
For Mien Rin though, as she ponders back at her master’s wisdom, the answers to her question shows on its own, “We may have been humans before. Just evolved yet untamed. With a different name.”
“Lucas. Would you kindly?” with one arm holding Celena, sitting next to him, she cradles her newborn. Sleeping like every other child, the warmth of its parents eases its inner fears as it sees the new world after living inside its mother.
“What shall we name our child my love?” tilting his head at the sky, he whispers the lyrics of praise to the deity that gave birth to their kind. As he dubs it, Feli, is the deity who gave birth to the tivanians living in their home planet: their goddess.
“We’ll name him … Jireh.” Celena sighs with relief, the baby cries out once more. Lucas can only raise a smile. Humming her own-made song, their baby’s cry slowly fades down.
I see in your eyes
The sorrow sweeping
Let then my voice be
Be the light
Of your life …
Hear me. Child of Hope. I am a deity only known to my own creation. Your journey with life should have been your end. Here I am, a goddess carrying you a new mission. One that can change the way you will perceive life. It will save your soul from ending up like the vanished dusts of space. Just has trillions of life’s creation ended in misery, unlike the people whom I saved I called my children and creation. Will you do this for me?
I know that the pages are cluttered. But This Chapter 1 of my series was initially one of my main projects during my early college days as a Video Game Designing story. But overall when I used Photshop with pencil drawing, my artwork is not bad. Yet not so good. I designed it like that back then since I have to print it on paper and fold it to make it readable when flipped. So I didn’t bother cutting the pages again
So, below the first picture are the following pages of the ff. pics:
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“Run everyone! Run this way!” at the far distance of the dying motherland, an old man in his sixties, wearing monk like clothes, motions forward with his children like a town guard giving cover to the civilians it had to protect. His home is invaded by shadows clawing its way to anyone living, hungry like locusts. Those minions –born out of negative emotions like an unexplainable eldritch abomination- seek only the legacy of their dark creed rise to power and placate the cradled morality of many innocent people.
Blood continues to flood the planet. Inside a tunnel high in the icy mountains, four people stand as souls cross eye to eye directly to the swarms of sharp gluttonous teeth chewing a mystic shield behind an open portal of aquamarine. With rock like hands dating with greedy psycho smiles, monsters of unknown forms kept on bashing the shield … anticipating the four people behind the shield to come out and let themselves be eaten alive. Just as the old man, with a weary arm, opens the swirling portal gate with his magical power, his mind mourns on the thought of leaving his children alone. Knowledge fights over emotion politically and morally as two opposing armies over the “join with your children? Or save them and leave yourself behind” confrontation. Wisdom is too true too ignore, “Fall in love with emotion now, the fate turns to the path of death.” for a monk and as a man who breaks the rules, his personal conviction surrenders.
“Master! Come on!” for one young man, the chilling winds shivers the reaching arms battling its inner truth. His cape flies like a flying carpet from the mercy of the roaring wind of the high, snowy mountains. The young lad usually obeys his master’s orders. But at this moment, his heart begs him to escape with him and his fellow students. He wanted his master to join them.
“Please Master! We don’t know what to do once you’re gone! Please!” for the youngest girl of the batch, she’s on a losing battle fighting the reality from seeing her master’s wrenching grunts. Helpless, she grips on her older sibling, hugging her like a student running away from the bully hoping that her big sister listens to her pleas.
Alas, the elder sister followed the ideology of moving on because crying is the only thing she could do.
Looking at his children, their fates are sealed as the monk spoke his final speech, “My students, if you don’t go now, we’re all going to die and many more others! My final order for the three of you is to escape! And … live on!” the old man sighs away his disappointment as the seal is slowly showing signs of cracking, the monsters closing in to kill them all.
With a shallow breath, for one last time, he gives his loving smile accepting his upcoming death, “I have nothing else to teach to you all. The rest is up for you to know. Teach everything I’ve taught you to the future children. Weep if you must. But … be joyous later.”
With one hand pointed at them, a pulsing psychic force -with thin lines of blue green strings of wind- pushes the children away with explosive force. They only scream out their master’s name down they fall, away from the monk as the portal seals the gateway; protecting them from death’s hand.
“I’m taking all of you with me! Bless my children Feli, just as you have blessed a human like me,” with the old man’s last strength, he concentrates his remaining consciousness sealing the portal with one last time by moving his other arm and fingers, weaving the portal like a piece of silk clothing. The other arm straightens itself like a rocket launcher pointing straight at the mysterious figure above the sky. Such extreme power comes at a tragic cost: extinction, “Goodbye.”
The final orchestra of death plays it final act. Every volcano spits out orange magma gliding down the uneven land. Tsunamis run rampant crossing the land. Earthquakes created cracks with shockwaves, splitting an old mountainous rock within the distant land. Hailstorms and rains fall everywhere upon the planet, freezing everything it touches like an Ice Age.
Outside of the planet, the shadows grinned after ridding the bothersome pests from their new home, ripping away their enemy’s religion, and their planetary captive takes the bait. Pressing a couple buttons on a flat table keyboard, one long wide cannon accurately points to their prey. Like a sniper hidden in the dark depths of space, a dark explosive laser tears the sky with a pulse aimed at the old monk.
At the old man glanced once more on the dying planet, his glowing right hand emits a swirling white, spherical orb with eighteen curved lines locked on the pulsing meteor of darkness. His resolution ignites within him as he throws it with sheer will power towards the laser; the shell of his body shuts down from the moment his soul finally disconnects.
An orb of bluish light stands in place of the soulless body. Finally free from the bonds of the living as a soul, the orb collides with the dark laser like a hot knife in cold butter. It is then that its fate was to kill every shadow living inside the flying donut-like ship lazing outside his home. Its enemies die ablaze in rhythmic fireworks of orchestrated explosions at the raven space.
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