(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 IV
《Somaris Lima》
Song of the young explorer, once remembered, all forgotten
The sun had risen, and the golden rays pierced in through the long slit cracks, on the crooned tainted walls, of mecha and electro wires nonfunctioning, the dilapidated tunnels, of that was once a hauling sight, a grand shy cavalry, a magmas Airship Skyworld, in the days of Skylord Prime it roamed the skies, now but a shadow remnant, part of grueling dirt, bedside of flourishing greens. Of nature in part it Too returned. Still, not only the green leavy nature seeks is humbled carcass, but also someone deep within, awaiting for the sun to call, out of shelter and into seeking, this young traveler of the wild, used this first days light as a lamp inside the metal sophisticating maze of this forgone Airship, crawling up the somewhat organs of this once a marvel of times, searching for power supplies yet usable and metallic parts for her rude. Surely a traveler of the wild new world needs a ride, and for that ride to venture as its master's appeal, it needs power, Light, Light Power, and more so many.
To mid sky the sun traveled, did our young traveler finish her scavenging, yet enough not, far not enough, too less can her ride first start its engines to kick, to go. Still, adventurous as she is, as she once was, always be, her ride he pulled to the top of the ship's surface, and lighting a flame of the sun onto a wire leading to a sleeping cannon, it then all erupted, star remaining force a push, she was off.
Afar she flew, towards the Sun, on her ride. Gliding on the East wind, over dear of grass, bright fields of teeming life. A gliding, not fly, reach land eventually, but this is no common glider. Tis a Sun Strider, and glides to the Sun. And as long as the Sun hangs high, to lighten the world, this young traveler shall sail on the winds, on her ride. All it needs is a strong push.
Call her Lima, the young traveler, towards the Sun, assuming the new, the unseen lands beyond, seeking Memory.
New Memories. Memories of her own, unlike those of others that she never could comprehend, remnant scenes of chaotic unease, disturbing her off many dark nights.
She seeks simpler memories, as simple, as a snow rabbit below running across the fields green under her glider, chased by wolves.
Dem demonic wolves stained of demon filth, ruining their minds in chaotic fervor, never cease. Thee Dark Pus, the toxic remains of the Demons, now trapping our creatures in frenzied unrest, pushing the wolves' limits to prey on the snow rabbit, or more.
Snow rabbit a run, wolves a chase, snow rabbit a run, wolves a cometh, a near, Danger. Our traveler a rescue, Lima a dive of her ride, soaring down to the pains and lo, drawing out a short handle of a weapon that flashed, a great Light, Gold Light, that petrified them wolves of contamination Dark Pus, snow rabbit a reprieve.
But just as Lima was about to go, a Wolf attacked, from Behind! Dark Devilish Pus controlled Beast a lunge from tall grass, teeth sharp like swords about to slit Lima our traveler at the throat.
Lima realized but was a second too late. The Wolf came and asudden like the lightning strikes of mount Boom, a pure white call of force, bumping the wolf in the jaw, and together Lima, the wolf, and the white ball fur that was the snow rabbit to the rescue, all tumbled onto the plains. The chaos-chained Wolf roared, about to counterattack. Lo, the handle that did Light, the Luminescent pole, shot out from within, a long blade unsheathed, of Light of Sun, piercing the wild through the throat.
The speed of thought, blade of gold justice, Dark Pus dissolve, all left but a lifeless wolf. Lima resheathed her Light Blade and looked, the Snow white rabbit sitting close as if waiting for her compliments.
“Thank you. “ Lima our traveler maiden thanked the snow rabbit and rose to leave. Purred the snow rabbit did, snuggling onto Lima's thigh, pulling Lima back with lo tiny furry paws, wishing her to follow.
Tis was, twas, a beginning of a new Memory, Her own memory.
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Follow the way of the snow rabbit, to grass plains high and low, to wind and marsh, to rock and sand, until the sea, cliffside facing the deep blue sea did the snow rabbit slowed its pace, trotting up to the edge where Lima lowered her ride and stepped, into the grass, soft and warm. Lima looked onward, across cliff after cliff, the sea waves deep humming songs of vibrations deep, the waves clashing the rocky sharp slopes, disperse, then again, away, array.
“ The sea. ” Lima explained to the snow rabbit that purred, in answer.
“ It is a beautiful memory. ” Lima smiled v quietly, sitting down, retrieving a rock-thin blade as her pencil and a piece of metal shard she cut off the fallen Airship and began to draw, keeping the memory onto the metal small shard, in her pouch alongside many others. The snow rabbit waited.
As Lima drew and drew, she noticed a rocl at the edge of her cliff, a small lone rock, with a flag on top, flowing with the wind, a Sun Pattern, drawn by hand. Sun flag.
And on the cliff further away, there erected another flag, the second Sun flag, the cliff ahead, the next, and the next, all cliffs a Sun flag, lining to the sea wave horizons.
Curiosity, as a traveler's guiding compass, and Lima as curious as ever, made her come to thee Sun flag.
Behind the flag, was written
「Call on to Lima Sunstrider.
Her Help is seekethed.」
“ Oh.” Lima contemplated the message on the flag
“ Is it of your design, mysterious snow rabbit ?” But Lo Lima Sunstrider looked down, the snow rabbit was gone.
Such was, a curious memory, though our young traveler maiden.
Following the flags of the sun, Lima flew on her trusty ride, a glider that goes by the Sunlight, made out of abandoned engines and flare wings of Sunken Airships once proud, but now rock mountains of weed and green.
Morn flew to night, Night then to morn, lands after lands, flag after flag, through dark and bright, green and dank, to beyond, to never before, to memory anew.
Of those nights, many traveling nights among all, there was a night, the same as our New Star.
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Nia of the Star Anew, watching her clan pack stoves and furniture, breaking huts and closing tents. All in a night's work, for their Clan Lead has spoken, Neo of the Clan Law, to leave before sunrise dawn, into hiding shadows under the great mount high, the Land cleaving mount.
“ Nia ! why haven't you packed? Standeth not and grab your things, get before sun ray catches over. ” Sister Feira hollered as Wolf Star books she packed. Nia had her backpack, but she leaveth not, for her baby Maul Beast Nehru, her substitute sibling wasn't present.
“ Nehru! Where are you, Nehru ?!” Nia asked and cried, the clan men shook their heads without knowing, except one. One of the Clan Lead, our Silent Chief Neo, seizing the angered Maul Beast cub at the nape, great sword adrawn. Nia Appalled, Nehru a struggle.
“ Let Nehru go !” Nia cried a furious cry, a desperate cry.
“ Is Beast. ” hummed Clan Lead Neo a Grave
“ Demons, shall begone with.”
“ You are the Beast !” Nia shrieked in rage and Despair, even Feira couldn't stop her
“ You are cold and cruel, and care not but kill! You Slain Nehru's mother, and many others living in this land! With all my eyes see, Thou art the Demon !” Nia's brave bold accusations like a wave that swept our clan a silent. Neo drew his cold greatsword a high, but Nehru a fitting struggle, a back neck turn, and a bite, strong bite into Clan Lead Neo's arm, and Neo, Lo Lo dropped the Nehru Maul Beast child, and it was off, into the dark away, and Nia after. In To Darkness.
“ Nia !!!" Feira screamed, in a dash. Neo made a step, beeg step forth.
“ Don't !” Lo Finnir Wolfstar so silently spake to his Clan Lead Neo, who realized instantly and stood back.
“ Let her Go, Feira.” Neo coldly spake.
“ But…..”
Lo Feira could but stand down, forloning to the dark where Nia went, Sorrowment so, but proud even.
Lo, Nia had chosen her path.
Among all eyes see, silent Oullo watched, shimmering eyes of the unspeakable watching under his grey gruff fur coat, Long Sword held half drawn.
His silent intentions, spake a thousand words.
And Neo too, his calm, grave silence, spake of the Longing onto Neliya, on to their promise
“ Promise me, Neo, when Nia had reached our rising age, let her choose her way, and look over her.
Promise me not Hinder Nia's way, to see the World.
Our World. ”
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And back we follow our traveler maiden Lima, on her way to the next flag, where she stopped at a rocky mountainside. A sun flag billowing with the breeze.
And a small girl, sleeping by that flag, hugging also a sleeping cat-like beast curled into a fur ball. Lima was amazed verily by the sight.
Stopping her ride by, Lima came to the sleeping girl and her big cat. “ O—y.” Lima calmly called upon our sleeping loli, under the pre-noon sun yet slumber. “ O—y. Wake up This is no place to sleep.” Lima again called calmly, and the cat awoke firsthand. Not the loli.
The furry beast growled viciously in parry, guarding the hugging loli like a protecting daemon.
“ …Gomen.” Lima slowly backed quietly, reluctant to leave the girl behind in this treacherous wilderness, but the mean cat was being persistent.
But lo, at the moment of the standstill, between Maul kitten and traveler, our loli, in dream, so spake.
“ Five more minutes…Sister Feira…”
Lima froze. Our calm, cool traveler maiden, stoic as always, now ashook, in shudder, in confusion. Feira. Lo name so rocked her mind to a storm, tempest and rain of scenes in her head coming and going in instances a flash. So, many, unremembered Memories. Memories of voices and faces that did not belong, but stayed to her, in seek, in longing. But Lima could bring nothing to them tantamount memories, or more so, denying to believe those memories were real and hers, but dream of feverous nights.
Again, like always, Lima escorted herself to her ride, to escape the unnerving confusion. But Lo! Lima’s hand won’t pull the engines on. She begged to leave, very so frenzy close, but her hand, trembling, kept her still.
Before she could find any reason to flee from her past, Her Heart had already made the choice.
“ Umu…huh? Nehru, where are we??” before Lima could respond, the small girl was now sitting straight, wide awake, looking at the traveler maiden like she was a God. But the cat thought otherwise.
But then, a Whoosh!! Broke all silence. A long high screech pierced the horizons, as tempest winds of madness burst the rocks of the mount, blowing Nia off her footing and shaking her off the cliff if not for Lima’s opportune saving, grabbing the loli’s hand and pulled Nia up to the front of her flight, while Lima scooted back uncomfortably, for her bike was never meant to carry anyone more than herself.
“ Hold tight!” Lima quickly warned as she finally could turn on the sunlight engines, full turbine burst as the sun strider sped up with a curve, a jolt, and off, and off, high up the mount, up leaning slope dashing here there from rocks. So high, so high, Nia never been so high, whooshing vertically against the wind, Nehru cowed in her grasp.
But Lo, lo, lo, an ominous shadow looms. The day was bright before its woke, now dark under lo great feathered wings, stretching east and west. Nowhere the sun could touch. Lo, it closer, it closing in, claws full of slithering dark pus seeping down onto the mount, darkness melting solid stone, closer, closer down it soared, lo long beak piercing through the clouds, reaching longer than a ship, moving down to devour them whole.
The Great Albatross, some know it as the Chicken Boat, the dark sky eagle frenzy ho. Dark essence demonry blinds its sight, drive it mad and frenzy fueled, hungering all for that morsel light.
Up the mount, Lima planned as all the darkness the skies could bare rained down upon them. Up, and over the mount, then will the low plains be, and more space to fly, to flee.
“ Go down!!” the loli sitting at the front suddenly cried.
“ Hurry! Fly low or we’ll be Big Bird feed!”
“ What are you talking about? We must fly over this mountain!” Lima, trying to remain calm, adamantly following her own plans.
“ But the terrain! There is a tunnel!” And lo, as the loli pointed, using her cat’s paw to point out, Lima saw a water way down the rocky slope, and atop the winding stream, the origin of the waters flow. A tunnel.
Small, the cave was. But enough, Lima realized and decided quickly, lowering her steed instead of up as the Chicken Boat expected to catch them at the top of the mount as they ascended, Lima led her sun strider down, shrinking its sunray wings, and dashed full speed, head-first into the tunnel.
The Great Chicken Boat crushed its claws and pierced its beak in beastly craving, to no avail.
Lima and the young girl had successfully escaped, bursting out to the other side of the mount. Sunlight redawned upon them both girls rejoice.
“ How did you know about the tunnel, small one?" Lima asked, curious and awed by the awareness from such a young infant.
“ Me not small!” this loli huffed with puffed cheeks.
“ Me name is Nia, and I am trained in the mystical arts of the Wolf Star!” to have a loli say that and not embarrass, such are the times.
“ And this is Nehru, my Maul Beast sibling.” Nia added, holding Nehru the big mean cat to Lima’s face, as the animal snarled with much hostility.
“ Well then, Nia, where did you—” But before Lima could ask the Chicken Boat,
The Great Albatross Returns!!!!
Crashing out of the mount with screeches and frenzy, dark pus bursting out to the air. Lima and Nia both spooked.
They dashed down in full speed once more to reach the plain, where the tall grass could hide them. But Bird beeg, Bird sees, Bird knows.
“ Hold the handles, Nia!” Lima decided with a heavy heart, letting Nia steer the reigns of her ride as she stood up on the Sun Strider.
“ What?! But…But what should I do?!?!” Nia terrified. With resolve and determination, Lima drew out her lightsaber of gold, dazzling the skies like a star above the sea of green.
“ Just hold on tight, and don’t let go.” Lima replied shortly and Lo!! Lima a jump high, up to the air three four summersaults, then pierced her blade of sunlight into the Chicken Boat’s thigh. Just the thigh, but a needle into a bag of hay.
The Great Albatross wasn't pained at all, but infuriated, looking down with contempt and eager to swallow Lima with a gulp.
“ You think!” Lima confidently cried, pressing thy secret switch upon the handle of her blade, as the saber of light began to heat, to burst, shooting a beam of sheer light across the thigh and through, penetrating leg to leg, thigh a whole, or, a hole. The light beam continued to go, traveling far and Lima pulled down, sending the blade up, through the thigh and to the wing also, sizzling and burning with spark.
Chicken Boat a scream, Chicken Boat a teeter, Chicken Boat a tumble down the plains, crashing with a boom of dirt and smog, breathing but in pain.
Lima crawled up from the wreaked soil, tired and panting, raising her saber up high as her Sun Strider she summoned to her presence, with Nia and Nehru both safe on top, amazed and wide-eyed with awe.
Without rest, without hesitance, Lima approached the fallen bird, standing tall before its head, sun sword raised, to slay, to begone with this demonry Beeg Bird once and for all!
“ Wait!” Nia rushed forth in protest, but Lima ignored. A Beast destroyed is a good beast to her.
Yet to Nia the child of the new era, with ideals otherwise that may seem naive at length. Tis a Beast living, and they too like all that dwells in this realm of conscious, are prone to become hungry. Hunger awakes the wilderness in all, and it is not their fault. All that is to be done is to make these hungered creatures leave and feast on other things aside from menfolk.
And Lima couldn’t care less, raising her blade of light up high, sharp searing tip diving, ready the decapitation of Bird. Lima struck, but could not all of a sudden, for Lo, Lo, something, someone had stopped her blade in the air per strike.
A hand, graced lo blade.
Such a hand, a white arm masculine cloaked under a simple pale robe, a deed mystic, a chad of dreams white, holding in lo tight grasp Lima’s sun blade. An expression of firm sublimeness beaming behind long silvery blue hair. Pale was his skin, bold were his eyes yet gentle; blood of bluish sparkling tinge trickling down lo arm lo fingers that took the blazing blade, pain nonexistent to this silent immaculate dude. As young as our traveler maiden Lima be, this man without words but action, saved a wounded Bird in need.
Lima a spooked, for her sword was like stuck in solid stone deep, unable to pull out of lo pale young fellow’s grab.
The blood, did the pale fellow let them flow, dropping dews onto the helpless trembling Chicken Boat on the grassy plain, his bluish tinges falling onto the snare-like dark pus over the creature's visage, dissolving them dark altogether and rejuvenating the large condor’s spirit fully, as the gentleness of the bird regained.
Standing up like no wound ever was, the Great Albatross lowered its neck to a shorts bow, in silent gratitude as the young man of white whispered in unheard song-like comforts, like enchanted encouragements that soon sent the proud Chicken Boat back to the blue radiant skies, whooshing away anew, soaring off to the horizons in harmonious wind.
Nia saw, Nia witnessed, this white hero, freeing creatures corrupted and enslaved by Dark, in utter admiration Nia stared, eyes wide and riveted by the white saint’s soothing charm.
Lima too was awed, but did not show. This man, this dude pale, as old as herself, never before in her feverish dreams of segmented memory had Lima seen this fellow, but deep down, a warm feeling of grave reminiscence Lima could not ignore.
And this, the man in white spake.
“ We meet again, Lima. I am glad you are well.”
From this dude of atmospheres ever mystic, beamed now a smile in light, from the colorful inner of his Light Heart, a sincere smile.
He was happy, to meet her. Lima, once again.
The greens of the plain rippled with excitement welling in the cool breeze, sun of sky mid-noon, its shafts dancing of the meeting of boy and girl. Yet, feelings let can be felt but unable to comprehend. Nothing, could Lima remember, but uncertainty.
“ Who art thou that speaketh my name with soft comfort?” Lima questioned, deeply uneasy of his cordial attitude.
“ Who art thou, with a foreign face that still is willing to beam such warming smile of welcome? I can bring you no answer, no recognition, no…remembrance. Yet, you are still willing to call me by my name so?”
At Lima’s confession, and her inept to remember, to recall, this white chill dude smiled still in reply.
“ Always I shall call thee by your name, by the Savior you are to me. My guiding sun, Lima, Friend of the Realm of Light. Remember me you need not frey, for here, now, we are anew again. I, am Hakuryu. Sun of the skies, belight our reunion.”
And so it was, that Hakuryu the white was also following the sun flags as Lima did, in hopes to meet with Lima, at the same time, accomplish a long arduous quest bestowed onto him.
“ Some folks not too far away needs your help.” Hakuryu explained to Lima as the three marched on together across the plains.
“ As my kind needs me to cleanse them from the residues of Demon Pus. Our pathes are the same from here after.”
So the three traveled with, while Nia curiously and enthusiastically asked many questions of the Earth and Sea, of Mount and Wind, of the World yonder and beyond, Hakuryu answered them patiently as they traversed high and low, Lima riding her strider slowly by their side, listening silently.
“ How do you know so many things of this World, Big brother Hakuryu? Who taught you such profound arts and knowledge?” Nia asked eagerly, as Nehru purred in her arms.
Hakuryu chuckled. “ It is all from my mother’s teachings that granted me her knowledge.”
“ Your…mother?” Nia tilted her head in wonder.
“ Yay. My mother was there before the world was young and awakening. We all come from a mother, no?”
From Nia’s perplexed expression, both Hakuryu and Lima sensed a slight uncanniness in the young infant’s nature.
“ I…I don’t have a mother.” Nia confessed after a long moment of silence.
“ I only have older sisters and brothers, like sister Feira, and Sensei Finnir Wolf Star. But somehow…Sensei Wolf Star always calls me child of Neliya. Does it mean…??”
Neliya…
Lima didn’t know why, but the name, the word like a knot, gripped the strings in her heart, as if a sudden weight deep down was ensued by the gravity of thy name.
“ It means, that you came from Neliya, your mother.” Hakuryu gently replied with a smile that could reach and brighten even the darkest of abysses.
“ Your mother may not be present with you, she is here, and there. She is Everywhere. Residing in the Light Heart you now bear, Nia.
The Light in thy Heart, is the proof of your Mother. And she still has many things to teach you. Not now, but someday, the future will show. Look, we have arrived.”
Lo, indeed, atop the green hill they now stood, can be seen the last sun flag, perched at a cliff that watches over the bay, the wide hay colored beach, where lies a gathering of wooden huts and fenced crop fields.
A village, was in sight.
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Verse V
《KaiKenlieg》
Song of the first man king, Kai
[......to be continued, in the near future…]
