Welcome, gang. With this story I plan to introduce the third of the grey-skinned evabon who will be playing a major role in my future project which as of right now does not have a name. Gard won't be appearing for reasons stated in my previous story, so enjoy this one.
Across the Sea of Time
What is time to an evabon? Those immortal beings that are viewed as either gods or monsters, feared and hated by many of Third Earth? To an evabon time is nothing, there is rarely ever a time limit for an evabon. When there is, it is usually life threatening.
So sat Dalv, an evabon from the time after the fall of Antaeus. With bluish-gray skin color, many considered him to be just blue when in fact there was more grey in him than blue. His green eyes made him think of an old evabon poem "The Green Eyed Monster." As he sat in meditation his mind raced across the vast sea of time.
He remembered offering his hands in friendship to the Thunderans. Some were friendly others were not. In time there started to be a superiority complex appearing in them and the land that Dalv had once called home had become a great city. A horrible city, the type of city that evabon had stopped building, not long after the fall on Antaeus.
But, what of Antaeus? Who had the Savage Heart been reincarnated as? Dalv knew that Antaeus had been conflicted. The legends said he was. Anateus was neither pure of heart nor impure, and thus he would perhaps never find home on the floating mountain across the rainbow bridge. But still, Dalv wondered, whom had Antaeus been reincarnated as? It wasn't him! Dalv knew that much but who?
Dalv's eyes opened as he heard someone come towards him. Sitting beneath a lone tree on a hill, Dalv looked at young cat. A puma, a female.
"Who comes to seek me for wisdom?" Dalv looked at the cat. His eyes green like the leaves on the tree. She was visibly shaking. There was a scar on Dalv's stomach that looked like he had survived having been run through with a sword. Evabon rarely died easily. Sometimes it took an entire cave falling on top of them to kill them. "What is your name, child?"
"Pumyra."
"Well then, Pumyra, why does a cat come to an evabon for wisdom?"
"Because it is said that you have lived through centuries, is that true?"
"I am an evabon." Dalv sighed. "Sometimes that's all we ever do."