Profound Thoughts

2 - Bituun

2018-04-17T07:38:00.001-07:00

on the evening of that same day, with a heavy wounded heart I set out on a stroll. the sky has cleared since then and all that I can see is the wide expanse of the celestial sky filled with a multitude of stars, the pain within could not conceal the grief that extends to the very soul...

as I made my way towards a cliff beside the sea, tears flowed out of my eyes obscuring the dimly lit path

I looked up once again. I'm sure that the fire which burned within him has come to light a distant star. That star might not shed its light for me now but as heroes rise and fall, on my ascent, my great master will illuminate a path for me... in the coldness of the night, he will grant me warmth... In times when the road gets blurry, he will carve a route for me to walk on.

I lit a torch then offered a prayer. "Master, may the heavens guide me for I don't know what to make of all the things that transpired. May all the stars align to show me what my destiny beckons. Bituun, hear my cries..."

1 - Pintados

2018-04-16T07:19:00.002-07:00

the age of wonders is about to end, a generation has come to pass...

the demise of the great hero of Amanduen was met by an overcast sky, there was no breeze or gush of wind that could break the stillness of the moment that has unfolded.

only the soulful mourning and the muted tears of those who have come to know the greatness of a man whose has become synonymous with courage and defiance rupture the quiescence of the occasion.

amidst the pending rain, a lone black raven flew above on the sky on which a few moments ago, the battle between the elements of good and evil was in full swing. after circling high then low, it landed on where Janagdan's body was buried on a patch of green on a hill beside the sea...

comes with the passing of a great man, the heart may be unsettled, but soon it will heal and harden to become impenetrable so that no wind or rain can dampen the spirits of a race called the "Pintados"

58 - Night Sky

2018-01-08T05:01:00.003-08:00

The musings of a young mind eager to venture out into an unforgiving and hostile world, I could still reminisce those nights spent on a tree house wide-eyed while gazing at a clear night sky mesmerized by the twinkling stars on a celestial firmament so vast it's difficult to imagine how I would fit in all of it. Looking at the past wondering what the future holds.

During those nights of summer, it was my father who accompanies me as he tries to make sense of the life we had towards that future he envisions us to have. With the barrier that was time, I could only look and wonder what the stars have in store for me.

In my mind, I can hear my father asking me as to how many stars I can see. I would try to count but along the way lose track so I would start counting once more to fail again and again. Sensing my frustration, he would remind me that my effort is not lost to waste for it is improbable to know exactly for that is just the way things are supposed to be. Not all questions can be answered. Not all problems can be solved.

But one thing is certain he would tell me, our humble beginnings are that of the stars for we are a part of the stars ourselves...

57 - Pathways

2018-01-07T05:26:00.002-08:00

Everything begins from a single step where paths are being carved towards a road the mind is set on treading. The path that I have in mind is the one where my heart shall lead. Where under the blue skies, a gentle wind would usher me to move forward. Where the verdant plains would serve as an inspiration to a life filled with bliss as everything that lives on the earthen ground open up to the heavens in constant appreciation of the days that pass basking in the warmth of the sun that never ceases to provide despite the darkness that grips the end of the day which comes with the night and the rains and storms that dampens the earth and hides the light at times.

Where that road is going to lead me on whether it be towards light or darkness, through pain and misery or to a life filled with bliss and contentment is beyond me. Though one thing is certain, whatever it is that I may find in the adventure I am about to partake, the memories instilled in my journeys and sojourns will guide and strengthen my resolve to enrich whatever that is left of the time that I have with this world.

So I shall write about the beauty of being alive, the things whether good or bad that have transpired and the kindred people that has made my existence worthy of the chance to live and experience life..

56 ~ Silvari

2017-07-22T08:59:00.005-07:00

Enslaved by a primordial god, once a keeper of the sacred stone she fell into disgrace and turned to evil. Her heart and soul corrupted by the charms and snares of Bakkun, she was banished into oblivion.

Instrumental in the short-lived demise of the enchanted land, she must now gather enough pain and despair as she entices the weak-willed with her malice and deceit to bring them into Bakkun's fold empowering darkness, sowing fear and trepidation with one goal in mind, the release and reawakening of Bakkun....

Due to the inherent vulnerability brought about by the rampage of the Uracan, creeping shadows inflict vileness to feeble spirits looking for hegemony in the light of their current predicament.

The balance between good and evil has been compromised and she something on her mind... the sacred stone of Kalayu...

Rise up...

2017-06-08T06:22:00.000-07:00

by Andra Day

You're broken down and tired

Of living life on a merry-go-round

And you can't find the fighter

But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out

And move mountains

We gonna walk it out

And move mountains

And I'll rise up

I'll rise like the day

I'll rise up

I'll rise unafraid

I'll rise up

And I'll do it a thousand times again

And I'll rise up

High like the waves

I'll rise up

In spite of the ache

I'll rise up

And I'll do it a thousand times again

For you

When the silence isn't quiet

And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe

And I know you feel like dying

But I promise we'll take the world to its feet

And move mountains

Bring it to its feet

And move mountains

And I'll rise up

I'll rise like the day

I'll rise up

I'll rise unafraid

I'll rise up

And I'll do it a thousand times again

For you

All we need, all we need is hope

And for that we have each other

And for that we have each other

We will rise

We will rise

We'll rise, oh oh

We'll rise

I'll rise up

Rise like the day

I'll rise up

In spite of the ache

I will rise a thousand times again

And we'll rise up

High like the waves

We'll rise up

In spite of the ache

We'll rise up

And we'll do it a thousand times again

For you

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55 ~ Portal

2017-02-28T06:50:00.001-08:00

Thoughts of the lady in red did not escape me. She would always appear in my dreams as of late. She would just stand on the same vista unmoving. Keeping the same facade, she would turn to face me and converse with me. But, I could not hear any word she would say.

It was on one of those episodes of lucid dreaming when I was able to travel into one of those dimensions in this sentient multiverse we inhabit.

I found myself following a lone flickering firefly. Who would have thought that chasing after something insignificant would bring along with it a much needed release from the baggage I continuously accumulate with each passing moment of my life as dreams are supposed to be windows of our hidden desires.

On that still night when no blade of leaf got stirred, that lone firefly met with one of his kind compounding the light they give off. The further I walked, the more fireflies congregated. The light they beamed became brighter and brighter. Before I realized, I was already standing in front of a hollowed old tree ghostly illumined by thousands upon thousands of glowing fireflies.

On that sullen night, I was led into a portal where I was about to earn of my fate...

To my delight, waiting on the other side was the lady in red I have always wanted to meet face to face with...

54 ~ Lady in red

2017-02-27T07:26:00.001-08:00

I closed my eyes for a moment as I gathered strength from within. When I opened my eyes, dripping perspiration cloud my view. A silhouette of a woman clad in red is standing on top of a sand dune. With bowed head, her unkept hair riding a wave of a passing zypher.. a striking impression of an apparition at a dry spell of my life.

I called out for her name. With the setting sun as her background, she just stood there motionless and silent. I called out to her again, but she dare not bother to reply.

I was a bit disheartened with her indifference. Mustering enough courage, I walked towards her. To my consternation, I could see her walk further away from me. The faster my strides, I see her slip further away.

The moment I started to run, she was no longer in sight. The sun by then was about to set into the nether edges of the horizon. Whoever she might be, she left herself in me a memory in my heart.

53 ~ Desert wind

2017-02-24T06:49:00.001-08:00

There comes a period in one's life when one willingly allows himself to be subjected to the harsh elements. Be it an underlying need or the penchant of an accompanying adrenaline rush, he finds himself beyond the confines of his comfort zone. And when he does linger, the moment he wishes to return to the way things were... he is faced with a decision that comes with it a heavier weight and a much heftier price.

It is during those moments of doubt he encounters a desert wind, dry and sultry about to leave him famished and parched.

Life is never easy. In my journey, there had been a lot of times when I found myself walking aimlessly in the midst of the desert sands. Without a sense of direction, subjected to the scorching heat, fierce winds and pounding rain, I just continued walking.

Amidst the hustles and bustles of everyday life, seeing the monotone landscape devoid of green and watery blues day after day takes a toll on the psyche. I just had to go.

Along the highways and countless roads I traveled on, I always encounter a strong gust of wind blowing through me sometimes knocking me to the ground. Though the pressure seemed so intense, I just had to get up to face my adversary head-on... a lesson I have inculcated within.

Along with it comes a surge of adrenaline rushing through the veins...

52 ~ Chasm

2017-02-23T06:05:00.002-08:00

The rumblings of an angry spirit who has never seen the light of day since the beginning of time sent shockwaves to the island's surface. Imprisoned in the nether fiery reaches of the isle, its vestiges has been erased with the passing of time. Its despicable existence exemplified everything that is contrary to goodness, beauty and life.

Cast into its hellish confinements, the primordial gods ensured that it would remain there for the rest of eternity. But overtime, it has managed to thrive as it feeds on malice, hate and rancor. As darkness permeates, it grows in might and strength.

It is only a matter of time before his shackles will be undone.....

As he awakes from his stupor, the ground shakes intermittently. What was once a mere gash on the earth became a deep chasm which is about to split the island of Sidlakan in two. Rising from the interstices, red-hot magma gushes out and along with it a poisonous mix of noxious gases escape killing anything in its path.

With its current rate, it is just decades away before hell breaks loose. The Elders have a vague idea of what is about to transpire. Whatever it is, they know that they do not stand a chance against it.

The portal to Aeternum must be reopened. But, they must have to wait until the newly revived Viradjan comes into full age and that they have gathered enough aether for the unsealing to take place...

There is still ample time, but the clock slowly ticks second by second...

51 ~ tremors

2017-02-22T07:07:00.001-08:00

Something is stirring within the depths of the Fuyhn highlands...

The earth began to shake. Minutes felt like an eternity to the distressed denizens of the cordilleras. Tree branches swayed arousing the aves and the chiropters from their stupor leading them to fly. The ground dwellers scramble out into the open. Ripples turned to small waves on a nearby passive stream.

It is the first after a very long time since tremors jolted the isle of Sidlakan. From the cracks on the ground, water breaks free shooting jets in its wake.

There is a precursor of a series of events that are about to unravel and disturb the quasi sense of stability across the enchanted isle. Whatever it is that is causing the ground to shake must have been stirred by the seeds of darkness sown at the aftermath of the raging tempest.

These intermittent rumblings would continue to persist changing the landscape over time. As more and more cracks appear on the earth, this allowed ghastly miasmas to escape. Anything it comes into contact with, either wilts or dies.

This creeping darkness beckons evil to stake a claim to this pristine otherworldly land...

50 ~ an aurae's call

2017-02-22T05:02:00.001-08:00

"You who can pacify the raging spirit of the Tempestad, hear my call. Must I wait for a thousand years or more, I will do so. For no one can soothe the restless heart of a spirit held captive except you."

A gentle kiss was blown onto a passing wind carrying with it a message of longing and of hope. Whether that message will be relayed or simply fade away, a heart's earnest desire was cast into the open. Time can only tell if the message will be heard, if it reaches the heart of a man worthy enough to wield the power the stone holds.

"Whoever you might be, you hold the keys to my heart. If my feelings reach you and if both our hearts resonate, I will swear unceasing fealty to you and shall grant you my undying love. Son of man, I shall patiently wait for your coming."

Over time, the chamber on which the Tempestad rests lay hidden and forgotten. Alvae fell into a long and deep slumber. Holding the stone close to her heart, Alvae and the Tempestad melded into one.

And so it can be told, only the man who can capture Alvae's heart can lay claim to the Tempestad, the stone of the Uracan...

49 ~ the Tempestad

2017-02-21T05:59:00.002-08:00

From the maelstrom that was the Uracan, whatever was left of it coalesced into a blue luminous crystalline stone, the Tempestad.

Carried out by the supreme master of the skies, Kaptan, the thick swirling mass of air surrounding the eye of the Uracan was fused into a single focal point. A very powerful memento, it holds the latent power to unleash another maelstrom when it falls upon the wrong hands.

Sealed at the summit of Frohorq, Alvae became its custodian and with the aid of the Aurae, guard the Tempestad ensuring that it will never see the light of day and that its whereabouts be hidden until a time of great need will arise. And if it is prematurely unsealed, to control it and to harness its power.

Analogous to the stone of the sun, only the righteous should be able to hold and wield the Tempestad. Anyone with a trace of evil shall be subdued, its existence effaced into nothingness. There will definitely come a time where it will be freed from its hidden confines. It only means that doom has come to Sidlakan once more...

For a thousand years, it lies undisturbed. Its presence masked by the gentle winds of the Aurae until that one day life came to a standstill.

48 ~ Alvae's Aria

2017-02-21T04:33:00.000-08:00

the day seems young

take my hand
bear with me

together we'll ride

this gentle breeze

i spawn

rouse from your dreams
awaken from your sleep

rise and behold

for beauty shall emerge

from this land

grown cold

listen to the melody
my beating heart creates
hear its soulful song
immerse in the nostalgia
of the memories
we used to hold

dance to the rhythm
come alive to the sounds
feel my enduring love
and witness the splendour
of this burgeoning isle
that is about to be reborn

47 ~ Rebirth

2017-02-20T06:06:00.001-08:00

The devastation is beyond compare...

Amandiwin was stripped bare of its greenery. Patches of land lay exposed to the elements when it was once shrouded by trees. Grasses were swept away by the cascading waters. The rivers, streams and other water tributaries had been drastically altered by the raging torrents of water accompanied by rocks, soil and other debris.

What was left of the forest is a vast stretch of glabrous trees majority of which had been toppled down to the ground.Stench of decaying matter fills the sullen isle. There were only shades of orange, brown and gray. The seeds of darkness take hold.

But life does persist. Whatever was left of the maelstrom seems stubborn enough to survive and ultimately thrive. From death, new life takes root until it eventually blooms.

The cycle of life continues...

As the ancient Viradjan decays, its remains nourish the earth on which it once stood. Years came to pass and not one single plant grew on its grounds until that day the shadow of the moon engulfed the sun covering the island in total darkness.

During that time, everything came to a standstill. No creature flew, moved or swam. The air was unmoving. The waters were calm. The forest became inanimate.

As the eclipsing shadow gradually gave way to Sol's light, a new sprout shoots up from the ground on which the ancient Viradjan was once was. It will take centuries before this new tree takes the place of the former.

Only by then will the rebirth of Sidlakan will finally be complete.

46 ~ the calm after the storm

2017-02-18T07:04:00.003-08:00

As the first streaks of light break through the overcast sky, the sound of silence pervades. The foreboding sense of apprehension is lifted replaced a feeling of relief.

Trials only last for a moment. They won't linger. Pain and misery will always come to pass.

A lone white dove takes off from its hiding place. Unharmed, it flies high in the sky. There is hope. There will be rebirth.

All that grows from the earth will take root, sprout and take a new leash on life. They will rise from the devastation, thrive and spread out. A new generation will succeed those that were lost. Sidlakan will flourish once more as do the forest of Amandiwin and its denizens.

With the aid of the elementals, regeneration will happen at a hastened pace. In a few months, life will take root and everything will be restored from what it was once. This is how things are supposed to be. But this will not happen this time around after Viradjan was toppled down by the Uracan.

From the loss of the Viradjan, a new tree will grow in its place supplanting the former. Sidlakan will return to its former self at a slower pace with the growth of this new tree.

Through the heartfelt appeals of the elementals, Sidlakan will be bestowed special protection from forthcoming tempests by the god of the southerlies Timog, the goddess of the northeasterlies Alunsina and Kaptan, the master of the skies. In doing so, Sidlakan will be effaced from the face of the earth in the eyes of man.

Those that managed to survive will need to stand on their own. Their brethren who entered the portal cannot leave the confines of their sanctuary until the new Viradjan comes of age.

There will be silence. There will be a long calm after the storm...

45 ~ Timog

2017-02-18T04:41:00.001-08:00

Summoned from his southern domains, the god of the south wind Timog rode the austral jetsream towards the northwestern Pacific. But given the long distance, he arrived too late. Sidlakan has become a mere shadow of its former self.

To assuage the warring Habagat and Dumagsa, Timog unleashed a forceful jetstream to counter the swirling mass of the Uracan. Silencing the tempest, the jetstream tore the topmost layers covering the eye.

When the Uracan can no longer harness fuel from the warm waters it traversed, the intense eyewall started to break down. Gradually, it started to weaken. Aided by a chilling gust from the north, the tempest sobered.

In the midst of the warring Habagat and Dumagsa, Timog motioned the two gods to break free from their ire and to rein in cooler heads.

"Enough!"Shouted the god of the southerlies.

"Look at what you have done. There is so much destruction and irreparable damage. Your selfishness and disdain for each other massacred a lot of innocent lives." Uttered Timog...

Snapping out of his raging fury, Habagat looked down below. To his consternation, unable to face the consequence of his actions fled in haste.

Dumagsa turned to face Timog and said, "He will be back. For as long as I am here, I will defend what is rightfully mine." Showing no remorse, Dumagsa retreated and left Timog to gauge the damage the Uracan left behind.

"With greater power comes an even more terrifying thought, a greater abuse of power."

44 ~ the eye of the storm

2017-02-17T05:49:00.001-08:00

The constant battery of the tempest seems unending. No words can describe the hopelessness it evokes in the hearts of those who will live to tell the tale. Being subjected to the harshest of elements, the wrath of nature gone wrong. No one is safe.

Aged trees topple down. Some still stand but are stripped bare to their tree trunks. The ferocious winds twist and uproot. The face of the mountains are ravished as a result rock and landslides. But it seems that the worst is not yet over, as the eye of the Uracan is still in open waters.

As soon as its eye made landfall, hell broke lose. Debris fly and are scattered about. Out in the open, amidst the darkness there seems no escape. Many will perish, only a few of those that remained will live.

But the elementals have an ace up their sleeve, gifted with intangibility they will live on. As the eye passes over the isle, its denizens were given a short respite. A star peeked through the clouds. Moonlight filled the land. Those in hiding came into the open. Looking around, a trail of destruction.

The lull is short lived. The winds came back much stronger in full force. The ancient Viradjan stood no chance this time. Its large branches were mercilessly severed one after the other. Defeated, Alvae called out for the god of the southerlies to silence the warring Habagat and Dumagsa. Timog joined the fray, but it seems everything is too late. The wreckage is monumental. Lives were lost.

At the crack of dawn, everybody became a child... vulnerable and perturbed as the Uracan moved over in search of new prey...

43 ~ Onslaught...

2017-02-16T05:48:00.001-08:00

The onslaught of the Uracan came during the night. Without a moon or stars in sight, everything was pitch black. Compounding the darkness is the unsettling feeling of dread and helplessness which is about to consume the hearts and psyche of those who will live through the ordeal.

Initially, there was precarious lull followed by a long spectacular display of lightning and blinding rain signalling the arrival of the Uracan which stirred the various aves and chiropters from their slumber in search of a safe refuge. Those who did not manage to escape through the portal are bound to experience hours of extreme uncertainty on whether they will survive and live to tell their story or face a gruesome death.

In the midst of the tempest, nothing is safe.

The portal has shut its doors as the elder elementals of Sidlakan spent their last remaining ounce of energy leaving them at the disposal of the elements. There is a pervading sense of dread as the smell of sea aerosols fill the air brought upon by the churning waves.

Winds gradually increasing in intensity to strong gusts ruffle the tree branches as the trees try to hold their ground amidst their persistent adversary. Branches are being severed. The leaves torn apart. Moved and twisted about, only the sturdy stands, the rest will fall down as their roots will hold no longer. Grasses an shrubberies are pressed on the ground against their own freewill. The tempest will continue to torment and wail it way to destruction.

As rain continue to fall its way to the earth, it becomes waterlogged. Those that thrive on or near the ground are in danger with the rising flood levels as water finds its way from the Frohorq Summit and the Fuyhn Highlands to low lying areas.

Nothing stands in the way of the Uracan, even the ancient Viradjan is at risk of being toppled down.

In the midst of the pounding and wailing sounds of by the howler, a sinister laughter is heard. The tempestad is savoring every minute of its onslaught. Near the eye of the storm, everything becomes dispirited. It seems as if life is simply hanging by a thread. Everything you perceive to be will change.

In the thick of the ruination, the great Elders can only hope for the onslaught's end. But the Viradjan will not escape unscathed...

42 ~ the Uracan

2017-02-15T06:33:00.000-08:00

There is bound to be trouble when the god of the easterlies - Dumagsa and the southwesterly winds - Habagat meet up. Their primordial disdain for each other result to a proud fearsome battle as they assert their supremacy over the other.

They feed off their anger from the warm waters of the seas as tempers flare out until it reaches in a tipping point. Engaged in a tug of war, they find themselves in a deathly spiral, the Uracan.

Unmindful of the eventual repercussions of their selfish act, drawing their latent strength from the heat of their confrontation while measuring each other's weaknesses, the scale and intensity of their open hostilities grow in size and ferocity until it becomes a monster of its own.

Developing a distinct personality over its entire lifespan, the Uracan is never kind. Anything that lays on its path is bound to experience some sort of inferno with varying levels of torment. But for sure, there will be destruction, death and despair in the ensuing aftermath. A weak heart will never stand a chance as titans' clash to their heart's content.

Gathering strength, the Uracan gains an eye. There it will focus its brawn-like potency for atrocity. It will take satisfaction at lost lives and the trail of ruination it will leave behind.

There is only little time before its first tentacle-like appendages reach the isle of Sidlakan. The portal to Ophiroth has been unlocked, the evacuation is in full-swing, lives will be saved.

Lumina can only hope for sobriety between the Anemoi so that the level of destruction will be minimized. But no matter what is bound to happen, life will always continue to persist as it always has been since the beginning of time...

41 ~ Refuge

2017-02-14T05:08:00.000-08:00

There is no room for complacency. As the island hunkers down for the Uracan, the elder elementals have agreed to open the portal to Ophiroth. The creatures of Sidlakan will be given a safe refuge in the parallel world.

They have done this in the past and they will do so time and time again. In the face of imminent danger, safety mechanisms have been prepared.

Some creatures the world believe as extinct are in actuality alive and surviving. This is all thanks to a few elementals who manage to keep things in perspective and the gateway that has served as a leash on life when the island is faced with an impending doom.

Opening the gateway is by no means a simple feat. Aether will be consumed. It is one thing the elementals can wield where man cannot. It is the life essence of every ethereal being, spirit or elemental alike.

Alvae took out her syrinx then began to play. Soft notes fill the air with a soulful melody. Every mobile creature whether large or small, intelligible or not whose heartstrings seem to harmonize to Alvae's aria are drawn to the melody which seems to draw a path towards Viradjan. Snared in a trance, they gathered in groups then fell in line as if they are being led by an unseen string.

Lumina and the rest of the Elders focus their energy to weakening the barrier and unlocking the portal. The sun is still out in the sky, but in a few hours the situation is going to deteriorate. They need to have everyone safely onboard before the Uracan arrives.

Situated on five distinct locations around Sidlakan, the Elder Spirits of the wind, water, earth, fire and light gather aether from their niche channeling the drawn energy to Viradjan activating the Runic seals, releasing their binding spells.

The magic of the wilderness is being brought to the open, taming the wild. Forces of nature are working hand in hand for the isle's preservation. There is no power strong enough to dishearten a pure heart.

40 ~ an approaching tempest

2017-02-13T06:23:00.005-08:00

An august Gyrfalcon rests on the highest branch of Viradjan. Her superb eyesight provides a clear view of the forest. From a distance, she could see from her vantage point that something is amiss as strange dark clouds loom in the distant horizon.

Preparing to take flight, she opened her wings bringing into full view her impeccable black and white plumage. As soon as she was airborne, she immediately went to check the peculiar clouds. She allowed herself to be carried by the air current. But as she got closer and closer, she found herself battling a stream of turbulent wind. Now that the temperate Alunsina has gone, the isle of Sidlakan will now be at the mercy of the Anemoi who fight for supremacy during their chance encounters bringing destruction and death to anything that obstructs its path. This fearsome battles are known as the Uracan,

Sensing that a Uracan is just beyond the horizon, the Gyrfalcon flew back to warn the denizens of Sidlakan. Frantic calls were made as she circled the skies above the isle. A stern warning for an impending doom that is about to sweep everything in its path. The tempest is bearing on a path to the island. This is something that is not often seen for it will be huge and intense.

After flying for a few hours, the gyrfalcon that has now grown weary headed back to Viradjan, As she landed below the canopy, she transformed into the wind spirit Alvae. It seems that she has a lot in her hands. An assembly of the greater elementals has to be convened.

What is bound to happen will surely take place. There will be collateral damage, but for as long as Amandiwin's roots are strongly anchored to the ground there will be an opportunity for life to persist, for rebirth.

39 ~ Alunsina

2017-02-12T05:12:00.002-08:00

A leaf falls from its tree. But instead of falling to the earth, it is gently picked up by a passing gust. Rolling with the wind, it flew to greater heights nearly reaching the clouds. It rode with the breath of the forest until it finally settled on a crack at the face of Frohorq Summit....

From the tree where it sprouted and served its purpose, blown by the wind and landing at a high pedestal overlooking Sidlakan, there it is going to meet its ultimate fate in a place so close to the sky it is just one step away from heaven.

Alunsina, a wind goddess of the Northeast chanced upon the lone leaf and decided to impart the breath of life into it. With a touch of her hand,the leaf fell to pieces leaving only its essence behind. That essence gleamed against the setting sun as it it is in glee then it took wings becoming a translucent falcon perched on Alunsina's arm. With a wave of her hand and as if it was given a standing order, the translucent falcon took flight into the sky. As a wind spirit, it will serve Alunsina faithfully according to her whims, her temperance...

In the Fuyhn highlands, it has taken refuge until Alunsina heads to other lands with the change of the seasons. It becomes a free spirit by then. On its own, it will find its place in the forest of Amandiwin becoming the embodiment of the wind spirit Alvae.

Alvae born from a branch of the ancient Viradjan, aided by Alunsina, she will become the eye in the sky supporting Amandiwin and its denizens.

No matter how insignificant, there is always meaning in the greater scheme of things...

38 ~ Sidlakan...

2017-02-08T06:08:00.000-08:00

Sidlakan...

An obscure island in the western Pacific which is the first to greet the sun as it rises from the edges of the watery horizon. Untainted by man, it has retained its virginal megacosm since time immemorial.

Often battered by fiery tempests as it sits in the middle of the path of strong storms, no human community has managed to thrive in this famed forsaken island.

The physical challenges, its remoteness and the absence of a thriving human community has made this island an ideal abode of nature spirits. Undisturbed, earth and water spirits flourish harmoniusly together with the island's flora and fauna. The gateway to a parallel world of Ophiroth, Viradjan is an ancient forest dweller hidden from view in the thick and lush Amadiwin Cordillera.

The commanding presence of its highest peak Frohorq Summit, the rolling Struymn Hills, the wide open spaces of the Yves fields, the river Xindian and its various other landscapes don't appear in maps. These are mystically concealed from man.

Each niche is occupied by a spirits of a specified elemental nature. The dryads roam the forests, the naiads inhabit the waters, the gentle wind spirits the auraes make the Fuyhn highlands their home, and from time to time the fire Salamanders accompany the lightning sprites to revitalize the dead parts of Sidlakan. Elementals among the many other nature spirits that call the island their home.

In this isolated island in the fringes of the Pacific, a monumental battle between good and evil is about to unfold where the survival of this very world is about to be tested.

37 ~ hope...

2017-02-07T06:46:00.002-08:00

There is chaos that is brewing....

Paradigm shifts brought about by the increasing presence of the dark elements in the enchanted forest of Amandiwin test the fragile balance between good and evil in this land. All is bound to be well unless the scales tip in favor of the dark side. This will spell doom for its unknowing denizens. There will be hunger, death and despair.

Insignificant yet incessant grumblings of the earth are being felt by the elementals. There had been discussions among the learned few. Many could feel an approaching doom. Some look at the movements of the stars, the subtle changes in the movement of the earth and the growing number of shades, wisps and spirits with vile and malicious intents...The forest of Amandiwin is gradually being infringed upon.

During these times of uncertainty, somebody must head to Ophiroth through Viradjan to vanquish whatever needs to be stopped before evil spills over to this parallel world and claim the innocent. Amandiwin will become a gateway of the nefarious in their primordial intent of taking over the world.

Lumina knows this very well... The degeneration of Amandiwin would likely spell the demise of the earthly elementals, the dryads, naiads and of her own. Everything good will cease to exist and will be replaced by the lingering shadow of death...

Under this moonless sky, the encounter of a foreordained human and a denizen of Amandiwin will be the first among many other things in ensuring the scales won't tip to the dark side.

There is hope...