(Note: All that you read now is transcribed from the ancient Kingdeniom tongue of old, and our grasp of the lost literary is not yet profound. Mistranslations and misunderstandings may be present.)

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Verse II

 

Five years Later.

 

A crop.

As sensei so Saids, a crop.

Nia held the crop high, above her head, below the sun. A crop of her own, aside from the others of the Gold bright fields, swaying with the morning breeze. But…why stick these crops into the mud, thought young Nia.

Nia, as curious as she is, for a girl of her age should be, at the youth of the fifth summer, went to search for answers.

" Sister Feira! Sister Feira! Why do they stick the crop to the mud? Tell me tell me !"

 

Older sister Feira, though busy sewing Wolf Star robes, smiled in answer.

" It is for the crops to grow, Nia." Feira put down the unfinished robes of Wolf Star and took Nia by the hand, leading the curious loli down the Golden fields of crops.

" One planted Seed, with nurture and Love, will Grow into a beautiful crop, yielding more seeds, passing down crops and crops across the lands as far away as the End of the World.

It is the way, of how all things pass on, on and on, and on…"

And high school aged Feira fell silent, watching over the vast Gold. In her eyes, Nia saw, and felt,

Sorrowment.

Lo, a cry. Echoing very, of warning. The older brothers and Sisters all arrived and sprang to arms, to Armors. Nia watched, aghast, ashock, a Shook.

Feira quickly pulled Nia close behind her in flying speed, Nia flying behind, into the hut of Sensei Wolf Star.

" Stay, Nia! And don't come out until I tell you to!" Feira then was gone, before Nia could even peep a why.

The why was answered in no time, as a shriek of a voice unhuman, an unearthly, paradoxical roar of none other, of the other side of the world, of the side where no world belong. The ground shook, the Wolf star hut shuddered, Nia tumbled to her butt, shaking with the world as noises of clashes, of beast cries collide and adjoin. All was chaos.

Nia terrified, but hide she did not, but crawled back up to her feet, slOulloy to the door, her shivering hands, shivering fingers touch, a push, not enough.

But one last push more, it takes, for Nia, her curiosity as she is, her pounding excitement, letting all things go.

" Wait, Child of Neliya."

Nia's excitement and curiosity halted, by voice asudden, and by name she was called.

Child of Neliya.

" Sensei…I…" Nia was about to explain, her breaking out the door, her breaking down the promise. But need no say.

For he is Finnir Wolf Star, Nia's sensei, her mentor of the Book of Stories, and a weird sensei no doubt.

" Sensei, I am sorry. I should stay." Nia apologized.

Yet, anger did not consume this Wolf Star.

" Stay, is a way. Go, is a way."

Spake Finnir Wolf Star

" Both ways, Both you, But never the same. Which you will you be, Child of Neliya ?"

A very odd question, sensei has asked, but sensei has always been asking odd questions.

Yet, Nia understood this ask, partly.

And for Nia, her sensei has given her a chance to choose, Nia knew, that she should be.

The way, though still vague, is chosen in her light, her Heart, that Nia pushed open the door,  To See———

Carnage. A Maul Beast.

Devilish Demon a Maul Beast. Tearing the grounds, scratching the fields bare, bashing and ripping all that is good apart, leaving all that was left, depravement.

Nia a panic, for what beheld her exceeded her imagination, her mind forever blown, never heal could. But regret she did not, for her eyes, now see a Demon for the first. And more so.

A Star Hunt, showering their Powahs, clashing their Bramastras, in their StarHunt Armor. Star Hunt. Hunt down the Demon Maul Beast.

One slash a long saber whilst tossing Star daggers while another fired a musical Arrow from the Magic bow Salamandara. Maul Beast a tumble as more more cometh of Star Hunt Powah, and Demon lo bleed, pure Corrupted Dark blood.

It squirm, it ran, it crash through huts and fields, blood flesh a splatter, but not cowed, but Fiercer, Stronger, Berserker. Crash ashrash, never yield, Demon a Maul Beast, battling to its last Strike.

Nia, through sight, through feelings so close and so genuine, she felt Sorrowment, in lo Maul Beast.

And the Maul Beast came, charging towards her. Nia stood, seeing, witnessing this Maul Beast's final Struggle, so close the Maul fangs sharp and piercing at Nia's hair. Yet Nia stayed, for she now not only knew, she felt, for that one only moment, Nia understood Maul Beast.

But Lo, Nia's understanding bashed apart, The Great Shield acome, A Wham, A thunder, breaking the Bleeding Maul Beast's Head, Lo Demon’s valor, all diminished, thudding to the muddy ground. The Star hunters waste no time, ganging up on the broken Maul Beast and stabbed it down, perished.

Maul Beast no more.

With a moaning scream, and immediately flooded by the cheers of the Star Hunters.

Nia prettified, not cheering, but terrified at the clan folks' joyover Maul Beast G. Nia, unlike her clan in joy, wept, for the blood of Maul Beast spilled.

But Lo, shouting of angered scalding pulled Nia back to the World of reals.

" NIA !!!!" Feira took off her Star Hunt helm and scalded " Nia! I told you to Stay !! You——"

And even a power, Nia felt assudden, could cease sister Feira's Scalding, for it is He, the One with the Great Star Hunt Shield, the one the Clan called Prime. A tall, grave, silent, looming, dark force, Cold, Still. The Lead of his pack, the Prime, all called him, even Feira, who now seemed cowed and guilty, for letting Nia run on her own.

But Nia doesn't like nor fear this Prime. She dislikes the Cold, merciless sword and shield, of how all the Clan feared him, Ava how the Prime let them fear him.

" I am sorry, Prime, but Nia…NIA ?!!!"

Before Feira could explain, Nia was off, dashing away to the tall crop fields, hiding from Lo Cold Shield, and Lo Cold stare under thy Helm.

Not just flee, Nia has plans. She knew and felt a sudden urge, and the feeling led her to the crop fields deep, where she saw something hiding, watching all that transpired and letting out a threatening cry as Nia neared.

" Shh ! Cry not !" Nia whispered to the crying in the high fields

" Cry not! They will find us !" For Nia comforted the crying that slOulloy ceased by little and pushed the tall crops aside, did Nia find. Her amazement rose higher than expectations, for there the owner of the crying be, a Baby Maul Beast. Crying angrily among crops.

" Shh ! Cease the crying, I beg you !" Nia squeaked to lower her worried tone

" Cease now, Child of Maul Beast !!"

At this, the Baby Maul Beast was more offended and attempted to bite. And Nia realized she said wrong.

" You don't like to be called a child, a child of someone else, a child of someone that is no longer Here. I don't like it either. I am sorry."

Nia apologized to the baby Maul Beast, and Lo the little beast was calmed, by Nia's compassion. Nia placed a hand forth, patting the furry head of the baby Maul Beast.

" I should call you by your name, which you need first." Nia pondered, searching through the force for a good name, and found it

" I am Nia, we are alike, then you are like my little sibling. You will be Nehru."

" Come, Nehru. Let us not be alone, but together !" Nia approached, and Nehru bit Nia's hand.

" Bad Nehru! Bad !" Nia scalded the Maul Cat but saw that Nehru was not onto her, but pulling her back down low, to grass. For this Baby Maul Beast a sudden animosity, onto something behind Nia.

Nia quickly turned around, to catch a glimpse, of transparency, a flash and was gone, an object in the sky like air but looming, sped afar to nothingness. No more. But was.

Surely it was there, Nia knew, Nia saw.

…

…….

Lo, the Prime, downing his heavy Star Hunt armor, sitting bend kneed with but a cloth over his great abbs, in a dark but dank, a pot of ash did pipe the hut smoking whole.

Last the helm of Prime remained, which opened and took slOulloy, down next to the pot. It was Neo, Neo Prime, now cool and chest broad, but colder. His neck did a thick bandage curl. Neo Prime pilled the bandages down layer over layer.

" Finnir. Tend me wounds."

Prime Neo spake gravely.

" I am Wolf Star."

Spake the Wolf Star.

" Tend me wounds." Neo grunted as Finnir brought close the pot of smoke, touching the ash within cleansing the Prime's neck wound. Neo contained his disturbance in silence.

" Long has not a Demon come to our lands." The Wolf Star humbly crooned.

" For crops we grow and gathered." Neo Prime grunted, displeased

" They snatch."

" Need food they too, for Light and Soul."

Wolf Star spake in reply.

" Need they not Soul nor Light."

Our Prime bellowed.

" Do. Do." Wolf Star huffed more smoke ash onto the dark patch on Neo's back

" The Demon in your scar wound, grows on thy Light Soul. So does all things, Demon or No Demon."

" Then destroy this Demon scar." Neo Prime demanded.

" Can't." Wolf Star nay say

" It is part of you. Not even sweet Neliya can resolve, but cease its growth she did."

Lo, sweet Neliya, Neo saw, in his head as if Finnir planted the memory with his words, his lovely Neliya stiff and cold, pale and Lightless, immobile on that bloody bed. The sweet face, cold and gone, now on Nia.

Nia, standing in the fields among golden crops, staring up from low below, as if he was the Demon. Neo couldn't bare watch nor think, his muscled arm bulging as fists clenched.

" Why did you let her out, Finnir ?" Neo threateningly asked the Wolf Star.

" Let her out I did not." Wolf Star bowed low.

" She chose her way."

Neo could have said Do you know you are full of shit, Finnir, but nay, It is a Creed. To Choose one's Path.

Nia had made her first choice, As all of them did.

But then a crash, of metal of machine, brought before Neo Prime's sitting, a droid of never before. Not of Sky World, not of Earth.

" Another, Prime." It was Oullo, Neo's sword and dagger, who brought down a foreign droid to his Prime.

" It watched us Hunt." Tis Oullo, short of words.

 Neo nodded gravely

" Tis Three now." Neo observed the foreign droid with much gravity.

" What means this, Finnir ?"

" The Beyonders are near."

Finnir Wolf Star concluded

" They watch, They know, They learn our ways. They are coming."

" Then we will hide, from their sight." Neo decided heavily.

" We fight them." Tis Oullo, Never said more than five words a day, but now for several years has passed, Oullo has spoken more than he should, and also defy his Prime.

" We fight not what we do not know." Neo Prime ordered

" Pack the tents, We Leave to Morrow Dawn."

Oullo, silently bowed and left, speaking a thousand words unheard.

Finnir heard, Finnir saw, All that is written in the Stars, unfold before his eyes.

The Gateway to the Stars, lo Wolf Star looketh,

Through the dead eye of the foreign droid,

Movements of the Beyonders,

Tears of the Stars,

Struggles and cries in the unheard Dark,

Of Space, of Dark Infinity.

of

— V A R S —

 

Psalm of Vars

 

Not of Enjoyment, nor of Sorrow,

Is our destined End,

But to act, of each to morrow,

Stronger that to day.

 

 

 

 

[.........to be continued, in the near future…]