Post by Yo-chan on May 27, 2005 12:59:27 GMT -5
From Novana: Love and Sacrifice
Her frail, withered body had not been treated kindly by the fateful hands of Father Time, for old age was slowly taking her from this life. Her once sleek hair of midnight’s dark breath now resembled the light silver of moonbeams. Her pale, gray eyes slanted upwards slightly glazed over by a thin sheen. What had happened to those intense, chilling eyes of sapphire she possessed in her youth?
Kesha smiled warmly at the reflection gazing back at her on the lake’s surface. That old hag was definitely her all right. Father Time may have turned her into a wrinkled, ugly, old crone, but her mind was still sharper than any warrior’s dagger. To be the ruler of her Mayan people, Kesha couldn’t afford to lose her wits like most elders of the Mayans. In all actuality, Queen Kesha was the oldest Mayan to ever live, perhaps even the oldest human. Two hundred seventy-four summers and three moons precisely marked her years upon the earth. The priests endeavored repeatedly to seek answers from the stars regarding the oddness of their queen’s miraculous old age, but they still came up empty-handed and baffled beyond comprehension.
“I know, though.” Kesha chuckled knowingly. She alone knew the secret to her own enigma. Kesha knew the reason she was still alive, and it brought bittersweet memories back to her heart… memories of him.
“Dearest Arcero.” Kesha lifted her eyes to the blackened heavens above. Billions of burning, brilliant diamonds illuminated the sky…all seeming to form the perfect portrait of her Arcero.
His blazing bow of fire was the signature she gave him two hundred fifty-nine summers ago when she first set shocked eyes upon him in her youth. His skin was the color of soft lavender while his long, white hair reached amazingly to the ground, even bound in the tight braid that he had worn it in. His eyes were the strangest color of albino magenta that Kesha had ever encountered. He was tall, lean, and thin with an elegant grace in his walk. His facial features indicated intelligence and compassion, and those stunning, focused eyes of his spoke of ancient wisdom and deep, silent suffering. Somehow, Kesha had known Arcero was much older than the twenty summers he looked. Arcero was the most beautiful being she had ever set her gaze upon, for he was enchanting like the god he seemed to be.
Arcero didn’t have the dark skin or black hair of the Mayan people, nor did he possess the short, stocky build her ancestors blessed her with. Kesha found the contrast quite intriguing, for she had never seen such an odd looking creature as Arcero. She remembered that look of astonishment on his face as if it were yesterday. He hadn’t expected to be seen by Kesha. She had giggled kindly inquiring Arcero’s name only to laugh again when he nearly fell backwards from deeper shock of her speaking to him.
“I still remember you with startling clarity, even in my old age. I doubt seriously you’ve changed one bit, nachio.” Kesha whispered to the heavens above her calling Arcero “beloved” in the archaic language of his own people. She never would understand how she could speak Novish when no other human even knew such a language existed. Was Kesha the only human alive who knew the Novians of Novana ever existed? The only one who knew the truth of how the universe came into being?
“Yes, nachio, you forbade me to speak of it, and as you commanded, I’ve not told a single soul. But your promise…” Kesha felt as though his very bow of fire shot forth a blazing arrow to pierce her heart. Kesha slowly sank to the ground, her exhausted body weakening further with the painful emotions she felt. Tears spilled forth like a raging waterfall from her closed eyes while her frail hands cupped her hidden face. “You promised, nachio, you’d take me…home…” Kesha somehow sensed tonight would be her last in the land of the living. That was the reason she went deep into the jungle east of her palace to the magically sealed perimeter of the lake only she and Arcero knew was there, but more importantly, this had been the place where she first met her beloved Arcero many, many summers ago.
Nachia, yevi dom vo tira? “Beloved, why do you cry?” A familiar, soft, angelic voice spoke in Novish from behind Kesha. The voice could only belong to one person…Arcero!
‘ ARCERO?! IMPOSSIBLE!’ Kesha winced inwardly, angry that her mind could be so cruel to toy with her heart…after she’d longed for Arcero’s touch so long now. Maybe she wasn’t as sane in the head as she thought she was. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed more violently. All Kesha could do was curl up tightly against herself.
Nachia? Emi Kesha, dom vo naki reymamo mi? Emo na Arcero, vo nachio…Emo ave coma ot ake…vo ome. “Beloved? My Kesha, do you not remember me? I am Arcero, your beloved…I have come to take…you home.” The owner of the voice placed a hand lovingly upon her thin shoulder instantly relieving her of her stress calming her down almost imperceptibly. Kesha went still, her eyes widening into huge saucers. Only one person in all the galaxies could calm her like that with just a mere touch… only her nachio. Was it truly Arcero?! Did he really come?!
Na-nachio, e ita reyala vo? Emi Arcero? “Beloved, is it really you? My Arcero?” Kesha’s muscles tightened, clenching nervously in hope and fear. She dared not to move in case this moment was all a hoax her cruel mind created to torment her. The one hand quickly became two arms drawing her against a warm body in a passionate embrace of boundless love.
Hisa e nak remda, Kesha. Emo na ere anwey. Dom naki eb freida. “This is no dream, Kesha. I am here now. Do not be afraid.” Arcero kissed his chosen on the temple to reassure her. Listening to Kesha sigh softly in serenity, he watched a slight smile cross her lips. Her eyes closed as she shifted her lightweight against Arcero for support immediately falling asleep.
Arcero lifted his head while his thoughts took a different turn. The Supreme Deity, Norstar, finally granted him permission to take Kesha as his chosen only after many, long years of Novasantom, the Novian way to enlightenment. The training was arduous physically and mentally. Novasantom aged a Novian into mortality…the first price Arcero was forced to pay. He was to die with Kesha this night. The second price for Norstar’s service rendered Kesha and he forever bound in unity but eternal servants in death…no peace for their souls. The third and final price was that Arcero destroy the bow he wielded, the legendary Narcanum, the great bow of fire, which he did.
Arcero had used the Narcanum to annihilate the giant star of Novana at the very core of Norstar’s temple in the capital city of Novia. He, Arcero Novsta, meaning “Great Archer” in Novish, was the sole survivor of the Novian race. His race had sacrificed their lives when Novana exploded into an infinite amount of countless matter spreading in all directions. For what? The New Universe. He was the cause of the end of the Motani Cera, the Mother Race, the Novians.
Nachia Kesha, emo loov vo iwot llale fo emi nana or fro llale fo netera. “Beloved Kesha, I love you with all of my heart for all of eternity.” Arcero whispered into Kesha’s thin, grayish hair gazing down once more at the slumbering, old woman in his arms…his purpose to live. Kesha was beautiful nonetheless and always would be.
Smiling, Arcero picked Kesha up bridal style holding her tightly against his body. He closed his eyes and lifted his face toward the stars that once were a single, gigantic star named Novana. As he held Kesha to him, Arcero levitated them both a foot off the ground, chanting an ancient Novish spell in that soft, melodious voice of his. Within moments, his spell was cast, and where he and his chosen had just stood, a bright, golden orb blazing with sapphire flames was placed.
A second later, the orb burst into radiant, blinding light.
Somewhere above the strange occurrence, two fading stars left the sky in rapid descent…two stars that sacrificed their lives for the greater good of the New Universe. When thinking of Arcero and Kesha or the Novians, always remember that without death there can be no creation. Always remember that they represent the Super Novas of today!
Her frail, withered body had not been treated kindly by the fateful hands of Father Time, for old age was slowly taking her from this life. Her once sleek hair of midnight’s dark breath now resembled the light silver of moonbeams. Her pale, gray eyes slanted upwards slightly glazed over by a thin sheen. What had happened to those intense, chilling eyes of sapphire she possessed in her youth?
Kesha smiled warmly at the reflection gazing back at her on the lake’s surface. That old hag was definitely her all right. Father Time may have turned her into a wrinkled, ugly, old crone, but her mind was still sharper than any warrior’s dagger. To be the ruler of her Mayan people, Kesha couldn’t afford to lose her wits like most elders of the Mayans. In all actuality, Queen Kesha was the oldest Mayan to ever live, perhaps even the oldest human. Two hundred seventy-four summers and three moons precisely marked her years upon the earth. The priests endeavored repeatedly to seek answers from the stars regarding the oddness of their queen’s miraculous old age, but they still came up empty-handed and baffled beyond comprehension.
“I know, though.” Kesha chuckled knowingly. She alone knew the secret to her own enigma. Kesha knew the reason she was still alive, and it brought bittersweet memories back to her heart… memories of him.
“Dearest Arcero.” Kesha lifted her eyes to the blackened heavens above. Billions of burning, brilliant diamonds illuminated the sky…all seeming to form the perfect portrait of her Arcero.
His blazing bow of fire was the signature she gave him two hundred fifty-nine summers ago when she first set shocked eyes upon him in her youth. His skin was the color of soft lavender while his long, white hair reached amazingly to the ground, even bound in the tight braid that he had worn it in. His eyes were the strangest color of albino magenta that Kesha had ever encountered. He was tall, lean, and thin with an elegant grace in his walk. His facial features indicated intelligence and compassion, and those stunning, focused eyes of his spoke of ancient wisdom and deep, silent suffering. Somehow, Kesha had known Arcero was much older than the twenty summers he looked. Arcero was the most beautiful being she had ever set her gaze upon, for he was enchanting like the god he seemed to be.
Arcero didn’t have the dark skin or black hair of the Mayan people, nor did he possess the short, stocky build her ancestors blessed her with. Kesha found the contrast quite intriguing, for she had never seen such an odd looking creature as Arcero. She remembered that look of astonishment on his face as if it were yesterday. He hadn’t expected to be seen by Kesha. She had giggled kindly inquiring Arcero’s name only to laugh again when he nearly fell backwards from deeper shock of her speaking to him.
“I still remember you with startling clarity, even in my old age. I doubt seriously you’ve changed one bit, nachio.” Kesha whispered to the heavens above her calling Arcero “beloved” in the archaic language of his own people. She never would understand how she could speak Novish when no other human even knew such a language existed. Was Kesha the only human alive who knew the Novians of Novana ever existed? The only one who knew the truth of how the universe came into being?
“Yes, nachio, you forbade me to speak of it, and as you commanded, I’ve not told a single soul. But your promise…” Kesha felt as though his very bow of fire shot forth a blazing arrow to pierce her heart. Kesha slowly sank to the ground, her exhausted body weakening further with the painful emotions she felt. Tears spilled forth like a raging waterfall from her closed eyes while her frail hands cupped her hidden face. “You promised, nachio, you’d take me…home…” Kesha somehow sensed tonight would be her last in the land of the living. That was the reason she went deep into the jungle east of her palace to the magically sealed perimeter of the lake only she and Arcero knew was there, but more importantly, this had been the place where she first met her beloved Arcero many, many summers ago.
Nachia, yevi dom vo tira? “Beloved, why do you cry?” A familiar, soft, angelic voice spoke in Novish from behind Kesha. The voice could only belong to one person…Arcero!
‘ ARCERO?! IMPOSSIBLE!’ Kesha winced inwardly, angry that her mind could be so cruel to toy with her heart…after she’d longed for Arcero’s touch so long now. Maybe she wasn’t as sane in the head as she thought she was. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed more violently. All Kesha could do was curl up tightly against herself.
Nachia? Emi Kesha, dom vo naki reymamo mi? Emo na Arcero, vo nachio…Emo ave coma ot ake…vo ome. “Beloved? My Kesha, do you not remember me? I am Arcero, your beloved…I have come to take…you home.” The owner of the voice placed a hand lovingly upon her thin shoulder instantly relieving her of her stress calming her down almost imperceptibly. Kesha went still, her eyes widening into huge saucers. Only one person in all the galaxies could calm her like that with just a mere touch… only her nachio. Was it truly Arcero?! Did he really come?!
Na-nachio, e ita reyala vo? Emi Arcero? “Beloved, is it really you? My Arcero?” Kesha’s muscles tightened, clenching nervously in hope and fear. She dared not to move in case this moment was all a hoax her cruel mind created to torment her. The one hand quickly became two arms drawing her against a warm body in a passionate embrace of boundless love.
Hisa e nak remda, Kesha. Emo na ere anwey. Dom naki eb freida. “This is no dream, Kesha. I am here now. Do not be afraid.” Arcero kissed his chosen on the temple to reassure her. Listening to Kesha sigh softly in serenity, he watched a slight smile cross her lips. Her eyes closed as she shifted her lightweight against Arcero for support immediately falling asleep.
Arcero lifted his head while his thoughts took a different turn. The Supreme Deity, Norstar, finally granted him permission to take Kesha as his chosen only after many, long years of Novasantom, the Novian way to enlightenment. The training was arduous physically and mentally. Novasantom aged a Novian into mortality…the first price Arcero was forced to pay. He was to die with Kesha this night. The second price for Norstar’s service rendered Kesha and he forever bound in unity but eternal servants in death…no peace for their souls. The third and final price was that Arcero destroy the bow he wielded, the legendary Narcanum, the great bow of fire, which he did.
Arcero had used the Narcanum to annihilate the giant star of Novana at the very core of Norstar’s temple in the capital city of Novia. He, Arcero Novsta, meaning “Great Archer” in Novish, was the sole survivor of the Novian race. His race had sacrificed their lives when Novana exploded into an infinite amount of countless matter spreading in all directions. For what? The New Universe. He was the cause of the end of the Motani Cera, the Mother Race, the Novians.
Nachia Kesha, emo loov vo iwot llale fo emi nana or fro llale fo netera. “Beloved Kesha, I love you with all of my heart for all of eternity.” Arcero whispered into Kesha’s thin, grayish hair gazing down once more at the slumbering, old woman in his arms…his purpose to live. Kesha was beautiful nonetheless and always would be.
Smiling, Arcero picked Kesha up bridal style holding her tightly against his body. He closed his eyes and lifted his face toward the stars that once were a single, gigantic star named Novana. As he held Kesha to him, Arcero levitated them both a foot off the ground, chanting an ancient Novish spell in that soft, melodious voice of his. Within moments, his spell was cast, and where he and his chosen had just stood, a bright, golden orb blazing with sapphire flames was placed.
A second later, the orb burst into radiant, blinding light.
Somewhere above the strange occurrence, two fading stars left the sky in rapid descent…two stars that sacrificed their lives for the greater good of the New Universe. When thinking of Arcero and Kesha or the Novians, always remember that without death there can be no creation. Always remember that they represent the Super Novas of today!