"Dragon Friend"

The glows of Ervein fane

The confrontations of Diades, after his twin brother, Vledus, became enraged with Diades' fervor of humans. Diades' survival weaved into the human race, as he was forced to stand abandonment by the fiendish death of their erriloks, fated by Vledus. Diades, fettered with his slain erriloks, gazed for their love and resurgence. Throughout glow and lak, Diades kept waiting, but their errilen made escape into other Erve. Their freedom left Diades to encounters with Vledus--they left him alone to defend against the laken erri of Vledus, that is diami glows and laks, from his past.

Vledus, angry in the womb and through birth, was hateful and deadly; he bloamt his mother and father upon his arrival, once discovering his rebirth in Erve on sphere dim ma. Vledus's anger was not with his life on sphere dim ma, so much, but with human-kind; a bloody history shaped the erri of Vledus, and this was his pain with humans. Out from the womb with anger and mortikaks, Vledus vanquished their errilen. Diades barely escaped his demise, as Vledus spewed angrily and scurried, long, into laken, recursive solitude. The bloam of Vledus and his, unchained, resentment could not be defended--it left no one, there, alive--save, Diades. In the favor of Vledus, he felt love for Diades; in the spare of him, Diades could resist the bloam of Vledus. Spare to him, more, Vledus may not have been so intending, as he cast out his hatred and anger, and came to realize this just before destroying his brother.

The tragedy, their fated errilen (keepers of the inner-soul, or parents), served a continuing struggle, in Erve, to Vledus and Diades. Vledus foiled late, of them; while Vledus stayed, combating descent, Diades was flying around this new world, clumsily and happily--looking for Vledus to join him. Into Erve, raw in erri, Diades' eyes, anticipating the erloksen (soul-friendship) with Vledus, glistened of playful adventures seen fore. Ny dim erveflowen.

~ Erflowen ~

Diades--my hair is bloamt--kaksi ny di! (kak - kaksi = breath - breathe; bloam - bloamt = fire - fired or fiery) I know you did not mean to harm, but it has happened! Appeal this! Sak nom errit bloamt! (“Sak nom errit bloamt!” = two count outer-soul fire, or harsh burns of the skin) I need to heal, soon, di lok! Take me shy the mourning towers! Fate, not, close--the towers will fury to incite legions to your death, for they suffer the smolder of Idiaden faven! Over and continually, glows and laks, they are said to murmur, curl, and contort--mortified, ever, because they did not sayof the mortikaksi onslaught soon enough to save Idiaden. Theyso fate, di lok. It would have been useless, either way, sayof those gazed; nevertheless, they ache for vengeance. Dragons have mark in this realm! I have gazed the eyes of others, and they have cried deeply. Vledus, befallen to anger, strung a lengthy force to fate diami erri. He would not recess the mortikaksi attack--the inhabitants lie bloamt, still, he bloamkakst the faven diami glows--diami! Diam favens tchakil! (diam - diami = many - excessive times; glow - glows = day -light - suns; tchakil = tremble)

I am sorry, Diades, Vledus has made ruin nyorn erfaven, nyorn erloks, nyorn diam loks. I know you are felt heart--nyo ny dim mortikaksi; I know that, they won't. Let me onto the lilting grasses--fate nyo ny nerr! Scurry, quickly, opposite the Idiaden hunters!

I will sayof you, Diades.

I will not let them scourge your passion;

I will not let them try--ever!

(kydai = to speak ?)

The glows of Ervein fane

Outof Idiaden Forest

Idiaden, is the begotten faven of Diades (pronounced = dja - dess), after the love of children found him. Children of Idiaden faven, along with erloks from surrounding favens, fuffled throughout the forests, and wandered freely throughout Idiaden. Their erriloksen encouraged them to explore the fascinations of adventure, and to discover Erve and erloksen. On a day long turning, the children were in the forest and they saw something gargantuan fly quickly by them; they all were very frightened, so neither one of them would gut the fear to see what it was that made them hostage. Wrapped securely together, pressed against a huge tree, and burrowing into the thick grasses, they all stared nervously until it came back. It was Diades flapping happily, and, eagerly, chasing dariniks. (Dariniks - a tiny angel being: dariniks are known to live solely; they are, somehow, exclusive to the woods of Si Nya; at least, no venturer has ever spread words of such a being anywhere else in the sphere dim ma.)

The children fixed gaze to see their discoveries: the dariniks would land on Diades, and, being tickled by them doing this, he would chase the fleeing dariniks; he never intended to catch them--actually, he enjoyed having their company. To hear the dariniks' scream is something mixed of infant laughter--echoing sporadically throughout the forest; as the dariniks fled, with screams, the children fumbled around in bursting humor. Diam glows, they would go, and hide somewhere close to watch Diades chasing dariniks; their minds were long troubled to wondering if Diades was friendly or not. Lack of bravery would cause them to lose their foot coverings, often, as Diades would, at times, flutter towards them unexpectedly. He advanced so quickly that they had to know they could not get away if he wanted to harm them. After many of their adventures to see Diades in the forest, they discovered Diades peacefully resting and shrouded with dariniks. The children could not believe how they were so afraid of him; Diades did not move, as the children approached nervously and whispered around him. After their fears abandon, the children fell in love with Diades; soon, Diades and the children were, all together, chasing dariniks. One of them, however, did not like them chasing the dariniks, and she would be very unhappy about it; she stayed alone and crying. After some time, she cried enough that they would all stop, and the dariniks would sigh and come to rest on Diades, again. No more chasing--in fact, they would all become quietly communed; all of them, a pile of beings, happy together and peaceful. Some of the dariniks made good friends with Diades and the children. Their bond became essential to their happiness, and much was about to change, for all of them.

The children knew their parents would be afraid of Diades, so, with plenty of effort, they kept him in secret. Good enough, because humans and dragons had been peacefully avoiding one another; with such peace, the children were able to hide Diades for a time without having to be afraid of being found out. One of them could not resist telling about their new dragon friend, and, she said enough about him that the faven believed she was telling them about a real dragon friend; and that he lives in, nearby, Idiaden forest. Diades did not show malice, and this eased for the majority of the faven to accept that he was not mortikaks (mortikaks = deadly breath or more accurately, “a death breather”). Dragons put humans up in fits, only guessing that they are a destructive being, and, because they seemed to appear out of nowhere. This haunted the whims of most because they never knew if the dragons would offend them or not. Because of these shreds of laken devotions, not many gave time to learning the actual habits of dragons; and, still, many could not shake the fear of them. Some people did gather small amounts of understanding, but not enough to go around claiming that dragons were friendly to humans; doing so would spark rage within those who fear dragons. Sense no one could fully understand or communicate with dragons, it labored a coarse existence between dragons, humans, and the multitudes of many other races. Of course, dariniks might have trifles to add to the pathologies of dragons, but, dariniks do not mingle with humans or others either--not, normally. Nevertheless, having a dragon flying around Idiaden would halt the impulsive intent of strangers and likely conquerors--it would be a strong link between humans and dragons, as well. However, with all said and accepted, the people of Idiaden would have no gather towards the solemn purpose of Diades' part in their lives--that which cannot and will not be kept veiled. Diades' lot in the faven moves upon the stalks to blooms greater than Si Nya stretches--greater than the sphere dim ma. Glows glare, sharply, to, and so do the moments of redemption; occurrences follow that will make human-kind see dragons differently.

Diades, di lok, if we never taste one soil, again, together, give your life for good, only. Never let Vledus fate you his evil, or his wars against humans. You are their force before Vledus and his mortikaksi, but, they do not know it. I will not gaze your fall, Diades--live bravely and full with your heart; I love you as my own kaks, di lok. For the tragedies befallen you and your family, I am troubled greatly. In erri, our God calls us, di lok; He has aimed di erri to face this laken erve. Let me here; this is near enough, lok! Always, fate you, long of Idiaden faven, until, I send you passage--careful to hear me! Whoa--Idiaden faven! Even further than this, fold di lok!

The glows of Ervein fane

As Lylm slips from the back of Diades, his errit blaomt, he appears as, distant, celestial flickers coming down against lak sky--casting off bloam to the grasses when his feet touch, but the grasses do not burn away--a calm flame resides without smokes. If anyone was to see him, it would frighten them beyond recovery. Just out of their gaze, Lylm began running to Idiaden, and as he pounded nearer, he slowed his stride to, desirably, fan any fears inspired by his approaching.

The watchful towers have been so disgruntled by the loss of their Idiaden companions that they cannot see far, anymore. Diades flew kessen; kessen, comprises the northern spreads, that are forged with dense, high pointing, mountain ranges, and laken, obscured forest--trading, back and forth, with abiding, murky waters. So many souls have been bound by the eerie lure of Kessen. Many have ventured into the land of Kessen (extreme north Idiaden), carelessly, and have never returned. Erloks and erriloks journeyed to find them, but would also never return to their favens; after many disappearances, their surviving erloksen resisted the temptation to pursue those who braved Kessen. Therein lies the mystery regarding the disappearances of others, for many glows and laks. Kessen accumulated its laken erri, somehow, and beings of many races, including humans from many favens, learned to resist the lure of Kessen; it became vital to curse the thought of it.

For Diades, Kessen would be a place to rest, though, he could still peer to the activities of Idiaden without conflict with humans. As Diades gazes, the faven smolders; inhabitants are continuing to return from long journeys. Idiaden faven, once an independent and thriving people, now, had an emergent appeal--has turned livid. Although, Diades desired for the faven and his loks, he kept with Lylm's words, as he tapered into memories of Idiaden.

Lullof Si Nyaand Her Children

Approaching Idiaden (pronounced - eed-yah-din), the caustic wrenching of death and destruction, engulf everything. The crying towers bellow a deluge of sounds, and sack the erri of all who near them. How to quiet the towers came first, in mind, as Lylm, cautiously, closed the erfated Idiaden.

The mourning towers are turrets of a vast monarchy with many monarchies existing within it. It is something to behold; no other region possesses similar diversity--neither, established, nor forming. Why the monarchies did not protect the faven pains survivors; theyso, survived having been away during the attacks.

Idiaden is one of elder settlements; it was formed long before the monarchies existed. Idiaden inhabitants have cherished and fought for their independence, diami glows; because of this, the major and minor powers chose to not interfere. The monarchies respected the erri of the Idiaden people, and their eloquent ervelen; being that Idiaden had no strong offense to the monarchies, the monarchies never desired to control Idiaden faven as one of their own common favens. Wars have taken place over Idiaden and the monarchies remained dormant, in the face of those wars. When battles had shown a terrifying end to Idiaden, they called to near faven's for easing; somehow, this was always enough for Idiaden to oversee her victories. This time, however, the mortikaksi dragons were far too strong, and their count was too great. Such an enemy, Idiaden had never, fore, to face.

Woundsof Vledus

Vledus, a powerful commander of the erri of dragon-kind, is the epitome and eclipse of mortikaksi and to sands of dragon races. Vledus possesses, god-most devastating, fiendish whims of deadly offensiveness, bloamkak, and flight scurry of dragon-kind. He is worshiped by his forces, and the multiplex stitching of branches--branch-ling--to leaf--to leaflets--of dragon, and, not, merely respected. Sands sift and pile, and Vledus' deadly powers fate more--in glow or lak, he does not fall. Cursed that dragon-kind do not rest like humans or others; their rest is, simply, inactivity. Elder dragon-kind, who possess bloamkak, lose offensive power as they become elder, and as it is willed out. Their young have great destructive powers at birth; however, they cannot always commit fatal acts; this truth of dragon-kind is favor to other races and dragons; especially to their birth-giving errilok. The mortikaksi race of dragon-kind is the most definitive of them all; they are diverse and poised to fight or defend to death. Erri of the fallen, if contained by one other, befits them strengths and weakness of the fallen; this can be a most damning convergence, if so fated; thus, your life fates to whim--pray in your fervor, and turn away from battle; some, belligerent, dragons do turn away from their evil.

Si Nya's Bosom

Lands embracing Idiaden are of a budding culmination of mountain, forest, and grassland; areas of marshland meander and push--grow, the expanse. Wild erve flourishes, and does support the monarchies and favens, without a foreseeable depletion of diam mout pleni (many food sources). This is the regenerative culture ground and beauty--making of Si Nya.

Si Nya, is a complex power; she fosters growth and change in surprising proliferation, and is well respected by near regions; much of the respect comes from fear and gleaming given to the many races inhabiting the region. Other regions fate elder, and have developed little. Si Nya glimmers of exotic and queenly earth; vegetation strives, thickly--richly, touched with living sunshine and favoring weathers. A place of eye's envy and erri weep for.

'Diades, di lok--so many dead; their erri hunger to war their slayers; it is better that you did not come here.'

I feel no relief to my senses! Ruthless anger; this hatred forced upon Erve is treacherous!

'I have to find a way to calm the towers; their mourn is heavy and aches, deeply. I can only fate to stand Idiaden--it should give the towers a comfort, and, the survivors of Idiaden. I will to stand nyorn errfaven, Diades, fold ... .'

I fate to stand, over, this faven. Is there one, of you, willing to go on, with Erve? You, of Idiaden, do not fall vacant! Let us to condemn the wounded Idiaden--stand a new Idiaden faven! If one is willing, then, we, together, fate its rebirth and thriving glimmer! Let us to crawl upon the back of our God and confine this bloam of hatred; and, with our God, plunge a vibrant seed. Come near, and take nyorn fate to churn--stand, over, Idiaden faven! Move happily in Erve, erloks dim Idiaden faven!

The glows of Ervein fane

The survivors go about in caution to Lylm; still, he chances to inspire hope, more. As he speaks with them, his appearance is getting more disturbing; and, no matter what Lylm says, he cannot move their focus away from his wounds; the bloamt wounds he suffers are not easy to ignore and they will not. They search curiously about him, as he wills to sayof their own tragedy, fated. Their questions trample, dangerously and loudly, regarding Lylm's purpose and persistence--urged to his actions to care for them, while it appears that he should be asking someone to give care to him. Even seeing Lylm's injuries, no one is brave enough or thinking of getting close to him. Out of the gathered, a young girl, named Gyatha, pierces the growls with a truth that could devour the breath of Lylm:

He is Diades' friend! I have seen him! Where is, Diades! I want to see him! I am his friend, Gyatha!

The glows of Ervein fane

Gyatha's father grabbed her, in a fit; with curses of his tongue, he lashes out:

“You cannot ever see him! He will die for what has happened--even if it takes di erri--di erri, fated! Go sit, and stay quiet--now!”

Gyatha fell to the ground, angry and crying, begging to see Diades again; but her father yelled out with clutched fists--his curled face:

“I will kill him--where is he!”

Lylm could only suffer Gyatha's father; he knew the man had reason to flare; no matter, it was not a good time to sayof Diades' good heart--he could not let a word for Diades. If he were to sayof Diades, Lylm would be killed for siding with dragons; ifso fated, Lylm was certain that Diades would act, but, not, how. In the spare of Lylm, there would be no one to entreat a viable defense against Vledus--no one to pursue peace with dragon-kind, ever again. Affected annihilation of the less powerful, and less fatal races, would occur. Lylm kept hope, ever, in the heart of Diades--that Diades would gather a force, loyal and strong enough, to subdue Vledus and his forces. His gaze long, yet, Lylm could see man-kind fated before his eyes. The bloamt Idiaden was not random; Vledus fated to destroy the love of Diades. Strangely, whatever restrains Vledus, from his unbalance, is with escape--this time is, this time--how he leans, from the massacre of Idiaden, lingers hard everyone's thoughts.

Long awaited, one other spoke; he was a man with good reason:

“This man says the truth! We must lift our faven--our ervelen! Ny lok, erfated, lie vane ... !”

As he spoke and gained their focus, the aroma of death would lessen. However, the cries of children and their parents cursed wit, and made it tremendous to do anything, still. Hearing, Gyatha, begging to see Diades flailed Lylm's mind to work; he had to keep quiet about Diades, until he could be sure it was safe to sayof him. His heart ached passion to relieve Gyatha's desire to hear for Diades. Most importantly, his wounds plead measures.

After much discussion and bangs of sorrow, the men and elder sons began to gather and stand shelter for everyone; and, the women started gathering food, and led the younger children to help gather. Gyatha fuffled (fuffle = childish tantrums or activity) about Diades. Gyatha is the one who told of Diades, and she wanted him to become part with her family, but her father would not allow it. Her father hated dragons, and swore that dragons were evil. One of the other children asked that Diades become family; their parents resisted, for long, but eventually allowed Diades to become part with them. Then, the question of what to feed Diades was very disconcerting, yet, the children knew:

“We have never seen him eat--anything--ever!”

At the words of the children, the parents gestured and swallowed dry lumps; they had to alter their thoughts to believe that a dragon has no need for food, and how the children knew this dragon so well. It would surely be an awkward development for the people of Idiaden, becoming accustomed to a dragon lingering about the faven. Diades looks to be very offensive, by appearance. It is a wonder that the children became so close to him, even after discovering how docile he was.

Lylm fated to gathering sources after willing his fervor, and seeing the one turn to many. It would take everyone to revitalize Idiaden; and, everyone lifted to stand, over, the faven. This way has always been the structure of Idiaden faven--ny glows ny laks vane fallen.

The gains of everyone working to stand Idiaden made relief to the towers. Lylm, feeling his cutting from erve, started moving towards the gates of Gilz to seek dim saymai. Knowing they were able to affect ervelen, diami nomi, Lylm allowed his survival on the erri chant of dim saymai. (sayma - saymai = speaking man - men; men who are gifted of high spirit, wisdom, knowledge, creativity, and more--mostly, they are energetic, positive, channelers, and they are practitioners of common rooted cures from diami glows and laks, fore dim ervelen)

The Monarchsof Gilz

The gates have opened, and the gatherers' tears wet the blackened earth; wherewith, Idiaden's heart bleeds a relic smoke.

Fire of dragons corrode and flash like fiery venom; and, no measures, it takes flesh and bone until there is nothing left--Lylm is falling ill, and his need for devout enchantment is fated dire. The inhabitants of Gilz pour out from the gates as a mess of sorrow and crying. As Lylm reaches and grasps his way towards voices of weeping and creaking gates, his breath is sharp and heavy labor; and his vision is nearly gone. His chances fall vacant, as he, weakening, calls out for saymai; the people of Gilz matter on to pat the souls of Idiaden, fated. Their gaze is, not, on Lylm--is, not, on the living; keepers to selfish clambering, they briefly reach down to caress the ashen earth; they vaguely feel the costs of their apathy, and how it places noose around their necks; their weeping is for their own erri. Seeing how they have let Idiaden suffer, having only the sorrow of Gilz' to her favor, attaches to them diam glows and laks of discontentment. Punished in erri, the people of Gilz stop and cry, and, only, cry.

Lylm lays to seed, as he beckons a distant entity--a high yield in this season of death; no one gazes on him, and no tears moisten his severing body. As they taste the guilt of their careless hearts, Lylm is becoming invisible. The faint sound of Gyatha is all he has remaining, near, in this world.

He seeks comfort, yet only finds a bed of earth; still, he calls faintly. Lylm's, breathy, diminished hope is resolving:

Diades ….

The glows of Ervein fane (rough)

She could not hear Lylm, though, Gyatha's erri complied with him; as their souls embrace, it causes Gyatha distress and curiosity--suddenly, she fell to the ground, as if she had lost something, and began to search the earth for it; it seemed that she had become blind. Lylm was calling for Diades, yet, Gyatha's soul reacted to him. As Gyatha tends her struggle, the others were only mildly concerned with her actions. No one could understand or tolerate her, so, they just gave up; they thought she was only upset about Diades. Because Gyatha had fussed so much, everyone went on working without giving her any attention. Lylm was treated the same, and the people of Gilz, also; no continued questions were asked the people of Gilz, as the survivors fated to stand Idiaden. It was clear the people of Gilz are people who have little or no heart for others; they are a selfish and uninterested people when hardship does not effect them directly. Not one of them stopped to offer help rebuilding Idiaden, or, to show a small gesture of good intent. Their possessions exceed everything to be had in Idiaden, yet, no one offered anything--no offer of food or drink, or a place to lay and rest to any one of the survivors.

A shoot of existence fading, Lylm wills out his sayma fervor for Gyatha; she felt Lylm stir in her soul--Lylm's beckon--his soul cry--no less than the, urgent, cry of a newborn child:

kessen ... .

The man--the man who came here, he is crying to me--I don't ... where ... ?

The glows of Ervein fane

The Comforted Soulsof Idiaden

and Mistof Kessen

Gyatha's questions collide against filled ears--no one would give in to her. Gyatha's senses would grow in great portions, and her mature nature would fasten to her, suddenly. In a speckle of time, she would begin to understand the meaning of what she was given--what Lylm placed, with warmth, into her spirit. As their concurrence took place, no one had reasoning of her speech; Gyatha was speaking between languages, she seemed to be tongue tied--to be lost. With Lylm, Gyatha combined sayma, as Lylm sends his faint passage for Diades. Gyatha began chanting, quietly; her chant lulls the roaming errilen of Idiaden, and they feel the reassurance of the chant--a song of Erve to assure preservation. She could hear their cries, and see them as they continually approach her; they become more apparent, and closer. Without warning, Gyatha motioned, kessen, and did not gaze again to Idiaden while her feet carried her.

The roaming souls continue to feel the earth for something meaningful, and they seem to never find it. Without their flesh and bone, they do not know how to conduct themselves; having never fully embraced the essence of erri, they wander, indefinitely. Because they did not want to leave earth-life, they do not understand why they live this way--why they contually seek the common home of their body.

While Gyatha walks, the souls attempt to hold her down and pull her. Long from the gaze of Idiaden, Gyatha lifted from the earth; although, this had never happened, she was not frightened by it. Gliding, and drawn to Diades, she could feel a great happiness; it was, for her, a strange joy. Laughter broke into her young heart's heaviness; she could feel freedom and relief, as, she had never. The wind whirled and wrapped her to relieve her worry, more and more. Then, Diades appeared, and Gyatha's smile and laughter flexed nearly out of control.

Diades!

A—h ha ha ha ha ha h—a!

The glows of Ervein fane

So excited, Gyatha jumped, happily into her freedom, and began to roll around in the air--laughing and fuffling with increasing enthusiasm. Diades flapped fast by her and brushed her face with a subtle touch of his wing; it caused her to giggle, more, and fuffle. With laughter gushing out of her, she begged to know about Diades, but Diades was so happy that he could not stop moving long enough to know, or react to Gyatha's words. In this moment, they could only express happiness and freedom; many glows and laks have come and gone, as they have been apart.

How did you get so big? We were gone for long, but it cannot be so long; you are big, big, big! Do you still chase the dariniks around the forest--they were so frightened? Ha ha ha! That was, so, funny ... watching you with them; I loved to see you there. I can remember when we first saw you, you came towards us; we thought you would eat us ... we ran so fast away! That was scary! But, you were never mean to us. Mytian was always afraid you would harm the dariniks--she always worried about them ... .

The glows of Ervein fane

When, Gyatha, uttered Mytian's name, omens took stand in different light; Gyatha and Diades began to slow and count silence. After all the destruction, she had seen in Idiaden, Gyatha is suddenly shocked that her loks are fated; and, that they are not coming to join with her and Diades, as they once had done. Diades' sadness begins to show, too. Their tears began to drip with pain and desire, as Diades and Gyatha remember Mytian and the others who have been perished. Suffering the absence of their loved loks and their loved faven, they come to rest—suspended in sky. Shown like a dying galaxy, the glow they cast appears laken; sowith, the bloamt Idaiden. Those tears plummet and sink into the soil, causing dispersed growth of erve in the latent dust; something becomes of their tears fallen—the mountains, once laken of erve, emerge an erveglow; it is a comfort, and all is drawn into its flittering luster. There comes a rush of laughter of children, yet no one sees them; or the motions of their passing back and forth. No longer restrained in flesh, they flow as saturated wind through, and through Idiaden faven—banishing the soot—overlaying it with passionate green grasses and flower. This start of erve subdues the dooming lak of Kessen, and attaches its warm dispatch low and high. Even the small beings fate to emerge from their laken shelters to take in the rush, and brave their loss of solitude and protection. Gyatha and Diades continue to cry their beseeching tears. Their tears blanket them from seeing, but Erve has put forth changes for them. The towers have stopped mourning, and the people of Gilz ponder without action. So many of them, and not one of them can believe it is happening; glow in lak, how can it happen this way, and their errilen question. Lak becoming glow makes no sense to anyone, and many fear the next. Some have gone hiding themselves out of fear. Yet, the wildlife fuffle and happily move about the livened terrain and sky. Perhaps, this is a sign that peace will come and reside with earth-life for long. What toil could interrupt this peace.

Oh ... look, Diades!

Our loks ... you see them?

Diam loks--over there, and--there!

Do you hear them laughing?

A--h ha ha h--a!

Jikkel, Shiama, Detce, you are all okay!

Ha ha h--a! Mytian ... see Diades?

The glows of Ervein fane

Gyatha swirls about--swooping into and out of dim errilen; Diades merges Gyatha's happiness. Diades has seen them, all along, wandering; they always appeared to Diades, but there were very few of them who were happy. Joy digs into the erri of Diades, and Diades gives a thrill of sense. Gyatha is out of presence as she touches erri of her loks. Only laughter is heard from dim errilen, as Gyatha moves through them. Diades thrashes around and around, but slows again to realize that Lylm is not present. Gyatha can feel the change in Diades; she stopped to gaze Diades' erri changing, and whispered to the others to quiet themselves. They listen, and become silent--still. They gaze, also, with Gyatha to understand Diades; although, Gyatha knows what Diades feels, she remains silent along with the others, as the moments tender. Diades turns to gaze Idiaden; he is calling back Lylm and the last time he saw Lylm in erve. Gyatha approaches Diades, and knowledge, through her eyes, spills to him about how she knows he misses Lylm. Out of erri, Diades motions Gyatha to go with him. A tone of mourning widow and child, they two fly slow to Idiaden. Looking intently to each other, as though it would be their last time together, they go; as they move on, they speak in erri to one another.

'Our love for each other never ends, Diades--for us, or dim loks, erfated. Everything will be fine, di lok; don't be hurt by what your heart will find there.'

'No, Lylm said that he loves you like you are his child; I sense his erri echoing love for you. I feel you are his only son--can you feel it, too? It is okay that you never told Lylm you love him--he knows you love him, Diades; I am sure Lylm knows that. I hear his erri speaking, too; he reminded me of you ... told me where you were, and I found you.'

'Yes, the people are angry, with dragons, but no one will harm you ... I am with you.'

The glows of Ervein fane

Diades turns, in happiness, towards Idiaden, and begins to show the feel of warmth that Gyatha made for him. The glare of his eyes was new, and it caused Gyatha to smile also. She could not see that Diades was finally fated the love of Lylm. Diades' energy thickens to the coming of his purpose. The trail is invisible to Gyatha, though it is thinned and direct for Diades. Recover the seed of Lylm; nothing else could be more important than that, to Diades. They went on and their fixed flow softened, on the way, to a lasting calmness.

Kessen lies overflowing, and the souls, too, with relief and joy. Still becoming more and more beautiful, Kessen emits daylight, and its beings joy well together, in it. The way Kessen changes, now, is much the way it was when Idiaden was growing into a faven; few of Idiaden inhabitants would know anything about the past of Kessen, but it is returning its beauty, more so. The laken mist of Kessen has long disintegrated, and all that was laden and laken has emerged aglow. Precious waters tingle and band together--hoarding the life that swims into lively curving and movement. It is so refreshing that the attractiveness of it draws many to its sparkle, and its inspiring and refreshing Erve. Montaki (huge forest trees of Idiaden) waver and toss softly, as though they engage a subtle dance of plain, humble music--their leaves wriggle to endearing movements and reflect the glow from their facets--a bouncing light that goes warm and is golden. The erve of those erfated have become savory, and they rise to mingle in the strange happiness. While Gyatha and Diades glide away to Idiaden, the feel of new erve is precipitating; they feel the permeating essence of erve lift in them as they travel. More souls emerge from their sadness and lak--encouraged out of their laken corridors that always gave them to pain and suffering.

The Seedof Lylm

The staring eyes of Gilz, and the people of Idiaden see them coming; many of them think that Diades is coming to destroy the faven again, so they are trampling quickly away. Gyatha's father hears everyone talking and latches on to their attention. When he sees Gyatha flying next to Diades, he nearly loses his color; after he regains his awareness, he went looking for weapons to fight Diades. Idiaden's people are all getting ready for a fearsome battle; there is angriness twirling in fear about their faces. Yelled battle cries consume the air, and force back anyone unknown. Diades hears them, and he slows to look. He gazes to Gyatha, and Gyatha gives him returrn that separates the concern in him; a motion to console him, she waves. Gyatha flew directly towards her father. So brave the people are to stay their ground, and watch Gyatha barreling towards them. She wields a livened and unfamiliar power, and, too, emits shocking flickers of sharp tangling rays. She did not speak immediately, and the defenders all held hostage many thoughts; the fright could be felt far from Idiaden, yet they kept hold their weapons; backing, slowly, away, they, still, focused on Gyatha. Her father, being so eager to tell her what to do, yells out to her:

“Get down, here, now!”

Gathering his courage to approach, Gyatha, he pushes and forces his way through the others. Gyatha, motioned to him to stop, but he kept on pushing through; she waved her hand towards him, and a sphere of light moves from her and evokes his stillness. Although he is caught, he struggles brashly to reach her. Gyatha, remaining silent, gazes to him without fail; into his eyes and further, she peers. Through his eyes, she could see his unjustifiable making of anger, so she waved him up above the others.

Why are you fighting, father? Do you see that I am Gyatha, and that I am alright, here?

The glows of Ervein fane

Trying, violently, to escape the sphere that Gyatha holds him in, her father gets even angrier; but he cannot escape or proceed to act on his anguish. He kept on threatening to kill Diades:

"Let go of me! I will kill that evil fiend for killing our people! Get out of my way!"

Gyatha simply continues looking to her father, and so, without a change in her expression. Holding her hand steadily towards him, she stares. The defenders can see her intent, and began to relax; they let down their weapons. Diades kept distance--not with fear, but with Gyatha's desire that he stay back until she gave the people a good understanding of their purpose. As she held her father, she listened to the questions from the others; they wanted to know why she was siding with the dragons, and why she was now floating and flying. She loosed a gayly smile, and took to telling the reason for her and Diades' visit to the faven. Now, the people would listen, after not paying attention to her when she was distressed. Some of them even smiled with her, and completely lost their fears about them.

The people of Gilz have all returned to their normal hiding places; they were not going to involve themselves with any part of this battle. So amazed to see a young girl floating and having so much power, they keep their distance. Gyatha begins to speak, and she tells them all to stop worrying about Diades.

I will not stand you fighting my dragon friend without fighting me, also. I would die for him if you try to harm him. He has never harmed any of us, as long as we have known him. There were times when Diades defended our faven, and has chased enemies away, for us. Diades is not the one who destroyed our faven; it was another dragon and other forces. Not all dragons can be given the burden of our tragedies; so, why are you ready to kill him? It is sad to know that you are the people who raised me, and taught me things as I have grown. I believed your words and teachings, but now I feel that I have been tricked. For some reason, we have lost our peace with each other--why? You all have to understand that, Diades is far too powerful for you to fate; you will all be erfated if he defends himself against your attacks. I never want to see that; it would be for the wrong reasons that you perish, if that happens. Can you all see that we are erloks, and that I am lok with Diades? Let us pass here, and finish what we come for. We will leave soon; and, we will not fate to battle, unless you force one against us. Leave us to pass here; our erlok waits for us. Lylm fated to save Idiaden, and he lies erfated near the gates of Gilz. He gave erve to help us—to save us. Even though he was fading, he willed his erri to give us hope. Now, what is here, of Lylm, you all make walls between us. In the heart of Diades is passion, and his great love to erve; I have never peered nom lak desire with him. He has always shown a good heart. You all must understand: Diades will be the one who defends our faven, as he did before. He was not here to save Idiaden during those attacks, but he is our erloksen. He could have been erfated while defending Idiaden, if he was here--just as we all could have been erfated. Diades has grown beside us children, and he watched over us wherever we fuffled. We were not afraid while he stayed close with us--never afraid, as we came to know him.

The glows of Ervein fane

All who would defend against Diades, let down their weapons; although, Gyatha’s father, still, fights his confinement. He continues to struggle, yet more quietly groaning and muscling about the sphere he is held in. Appearing foolish and tired, he puts his words to rest regarding Diades and Gyatha. The people move slowly out of the way as Gyatha carefully lowers her father back to the ground. She turns towards Diades, and motions him to come closer.

Diades, we are no longer kept away from, Lylm; let's go to him, di lok. I have seen the erri of Lylm bundled like a sphere of glows, and I have felt his need to see us since we came to the faven. Let's go see him.

The glows of Ervein fane

Diades wasted no actions going to the place of Lylm's seeding; all the time, seeing Lylm's erri glowing brighter and brighter as he moved closer. It was a warm glow that few could see; Gyatha and Diades could see the light of Lylm clearly, along with the errifated inhabitants and their fated loks; also, the most devoted of saymai could see the glow of Lylm, but they were locked behind the towering gates of Gilz. Everyone's eyes were trapped with Diades and Gyatha as if they were afraid, but they were not trying to hide. Gyatha had made them understand and accept that Diades would not harm anyone, and they seemed to believe what she told them. No one said a word about what they were seeing; they stared intently as curious children, consumed by the things they saw transpiring. Lylm's passionate orb, a bloamt sphere of stimulant of joy, appeared to be held in a bloamt hand descended from sky; a higher power reaching down to hand care to Lylm. Out from the forest came tiny glistening spectacles showing as starlight from the outer realm--many of them; they were the dariniks according to the comfort of Diades, Gyatha, and Lylm. As though the sensation of warm rain, the dariniks touched them, softly. Coming along with the dariniks were the multitude of erve that are the wild erve of Si Nya; the moment was becoming greater, and more vivacious as the erloks of Erve came more together.

Diades posed carefully over the light of Lylm. He was waiting for something to happen, when, suddenly, the bloamt hand tossed Lylm's seed far into the sky; it, then, shriveled back into the sky, and disappeared. Diades shot after Lylm, so quick, as lightning--right into the outer realms of the sphere dim ma, as though he was chasing dariniks. Diades radiated a great smile and deep jovial laughter as he pursued Lylm. Gyatha, shocked by Diades' sudden chase, briefly forgot she was floating; she fell down onto her seat, palms into dirt, stirring up a dust cloud. She quickly recovered, and shot off, too, to catch up to Lylm and Diades. Everyone was startled by the actions of Gyatha and Diades, and stumbled away from them. The people could not settle their understanding about all that was happening, and began to be frightened again. The people of Gilz hid in their places and would not peep out. In faraway sky, Gyatha and Diades fuffled, and flew after Lylm all around the sphere dim ma. Erve's glow etched into beautiful and bewildering variations, strung across the sky--a glow made invigorating in color's turbulent facets.

Woundsof Vledus

RitualsoftheDemshaTribe

The erri of Vledus 250,000 glows before his rebirth, in a forest near Idiaden, Vledus was given the form of human and forced to hunt dragons and kill for many glows and laks. He was born to a tribe called, Demsha; they were a treacherous tribe of evil warriors who stood as an offense to anyone outside of their circle.

The Demsha warriors would capture and tame dragons, and train them for their whim of wars. This was not unusual for humans, as they are an insatiable race and are vigorous to fight for things they greed for. In general, humans fought to gain complete control of the sphere dim ma, but the Demsha tribe was remarkably evil towards everything living--even against each other. Could dragons live freely without the unrest and greed of human-kind--more specifically, without the Demsha--yes, they could; dragons keep to themselves, and normally will not involve themselves with turmoil of any kind; they would likely turn away from any confrontations. Much to the astonishment of others, dragon-kind are not known to eat in order to live; it is taken to heart that their disposition is spiritual--a being sustained with a godlike aura. Yet, many dragons were slain by the Demsha, and by those who, without reasons, feared dragons. If the warriors failed to tame a certain dragon, then, that dragon became one of strong interest to those who saught them; finding that they were unable to capture and tame the dragon, the warriors would focus their hunts on them, until the dragon was killed; and, if they could not kill them in their ervelen, their stories and desires were urged onto their surviving sons to carry out by their fathers closest tribesman who was given the task of training and rearing the sons for wars and hunts. Their fathers hunt or war companion would be expected to kill the young who refused to carry their fathers burdened hunts to completion; if their sons were too weak or incapable, then they were killed. It was a sickening ritual of unjustifiable death and destruction, what the Demsha tribe forced onto the face of diam mai.

Sense Vledus was against the slaughtering rituals of the Demsha, he would escape during their hunts; he would not give in to the tribes disregard for Erve. The tribe would often catch him and hold him hostage; they would torture Vledus, and try to break his erri. Fold, are the glows of Vledus' detentions, so bearing. Subsequently, Vledus became a slayer of his own tribe, in the dim of those evil practices he was made to be part of. However, the slaying of Vledus was forbidden by the stronger tribe leaders because they saw him as entertaining, and because Vledus' attack abilities would weed out the weaker warriors; or, it would make them stronger for the hunts. Vledus was held in high honor to be the greatest Demsha warrior in Erve--the greatest of all warriors, Demsha or any other. It was a good thing that the tribe's numbers were great, because Vledus would have slain them all.

Vledus could never know the intentions of the tribe, so, each meeting with them started with Vledus taking the erve of many front warriors. The active leader of the tribe being attacked would yell out to Vledus, but this did not stop him. Vledus killed until he was so exhausted that he lay gasping and surrounded by bodies--piles of the slain lay. Supple and wane, after so much tiring carnage, Vledus would be taken to the tribe camp and wounded as a way to restrain him. For many glows and laks, Vledus was thrashed and taunted by the warriors who were forced to secure his ties; this task was formidable because the warriors could not be seen resting, or they would be tortured, indefinitely. As though the tribe did not exist, Vledus cried into the sky; it appeared that he was calling directly to Erve. He begged for his freedom, but his freedom was not given until late in erve. Up to the age of 109,503 glows, Vledus was finally given the rest, as he was ceased by a jealous tribe leader who sacrificed his highest warriors to fate Vledus; the battle nearly cost the leader his own life, including his warriors. His jealousy had grown because Vledus was held as the most high warrior of the Demsha; of course, it was made clear when he pursued Vledus, and nearly lost his own life along with his clan. It was a long, bloody, unmaking battle, and the leader was left in strands, at its end. No matter about his survival, however; once the greater leaders found out about the murder of Vledus, they killed every warrior part to Vledus' death, and the ones who had any knowledge of Vledus' demise; this made for an indescribable silence and strangely contrived continuance, thereafter. The Demsha tribe became a strictly organized faction of secret killers, in and among themselves; their entirety of methods became an undermining acid effect--a curse to their ineluctable destruction.

Vledus' existence seemed to be the corner stone that kept the Demsha tribe together and striving, as they completely destructed the tribe by warring among themselves after Vledus' relieving fate. Rival tribes also began to subside; they became more focused on hunting, and the survival of their families. Why this all happened after Vledus' death could not be explained; however, because of the peace it brought, it was welcomed by those who had suffered diam glows and laks of wars and massacres. Sadly, elsewhere, there were plenty to continue the warring intentions, and other wickedness in erve.

Erve and being (December 1, 2010)

How Erve feels versus man is completely different. Man sees life with a simple physical sense, whereas, Erve is the entirety of man's sensations, and Erve has no laken part that Erve does not understand or cannot overcome.

Written By, Darkest Angel

Written June 27-September 6, 2010