Chapter 6
Memories

... Vergas, South Capital, seat (siege) of the royal palace. ...

A faint sigh escaped from the lips of Eylee while she (it) fixed both closets in the face of (in front of) she (it). Of a brief movement of the right (straight) index, she (it) picked up (took down) a holding (dress) of each of the cupboards and made them levitate until her. His eyes made the round between the blue dress in fine straps (suspenders) adorned with a belt gilded (bronzed) in her left and a pink tunic with long sleeves (rounds) in borders gilded (bronzed) with black pants in his. Second later, Eylee succeeds in making his choice. Jaya was soon going to succeed his father, this birthday (anniversary) would thus be his (her) last one as princess of the Vergassian kingdom.

The blue Djinn carefully examined the clothes she had selected, when a grimace paint her face. A sigh of exasperation escaped her lips. These outfits were too classic! Something more original was needed for this party. A more... flashy outfit! After all, it had to be marked, didn't it? The Majin walked away from her mistress's closets for a moment before she began to walk around the room.

As she meditated on the choice of the ideal outfit for her friend, a white light burst out behind her. Eylee turned around. The High Priest stood before her.

"what did..." the demon begin, perplexed.

Her eyes were wide open when she saw Jaya's inanimate body appear on the ground beside the High Priest.

Jaya! exclaimed Eylee, rushing to his mistress. What happened? What did you do to her?

"She's just fainted, don't worry."

Eylee wrinkled the eyebrows. Then, without leaving the Daishinkan, she snapped her fingers. A split second later, Jaya was teleported into the sheets of her bed.

"I repeat my first question: what happened?"

"She fainted shortly after using her power of emission," replied the Angel, with impassive air, with her hands joined behind her back.

"How long has she been unconscious?"

"Based on the temporal concepts of your universe, about two Piks."

The Majin's eyes were slightly wide. The shadow of a grimace passed over her lips as she cast a stealthy glance towards the bed where her friend was resting. She was going to have to watch her...

"In your reaction, this does not seem to be the first time this has happened," pointed out the High Priest.

"No, indeed."

Eylee cast a black gaze on the Angel who did not seem to react more than that. The eyes of the Djinn moved with a strange glow as she stared at the Daishinkan with a scrutinizing air. Her pupils became infinitesimally clearer as she tried to read her mind. The High Priest closed his eyes and drew a funny smile.

I congratulate you, it almost worked. You are formidable! The magicians I met did not even try to cross my eyes. But you, you've had enough guts to try to read my mind...

You appear with the inanimate body of my mistress. You didn't think I was going to stand there doing nothing? I'm just doing my job.

"Of course. But you are not the only one with such powers, am I mistaken?"

There are several of us. We all have the same basic powers. But we don't have the same qualifications. Some have become more specialized in physical or psychological protection, where others have preferred to extend their competence to the medical field.

The High Priest observed the blue Djinn with attention. Universe 7 possessed beings all more fascinating than each other. And the Vergassians were no exception to this rule. Quite the contrary... Their level of magic was very high. Much more than he imagined. And after this recent visit to this planet, as well as the small demonstration of this Majin, he could say - and this without any doubt -. that they were the most powerful magicians of all the universes. Finally, with beings such as the Majins created by Tayrun, Tayrun himself, his family or Jaya, it was not surprising. Besides, thinking of her...

The Daishinkan glanced away from Eylee for a moment and turned his attention to the Vergassian lying on the bed.

The power of transmission... As far back as he could remember, there was only one person - in all universes - who held such powerful power. But he thought she was long dead... The Angel frowned. If he had long wondered about this magician, as well as the curious attraction it exerted on the supreme rulers, he no longer had any doubt about his real identity.

So she was alive...

And obviously, his powers were even more powerful than they used to be. But that wasn't what surprised him the most. His energy was beginning to change, he perceived it very clearly. It was different from what he had perceived on Earth a few days earlier. Much more powerful... The Daishinkan blinked, disconcerted.

"What is going on?"

"Nothing, leave that alone," replied the Angel. "I must leave you now."

"Thank you for bringing her back, alive."

The High Priest nodded with a slight nod, then disappeared into a white light.

...

...

"Zenia, are you playing with me?" called a small voice.

The woman left her book for a moment and observed her interlocutor who had just appeared in her room. A little boy with purple and blue skin, wearing a yellow suit under a purple dress with golden borders, stared at her black eyes:

"Chouchou, I have to study... Later, if you want."

"No, now! Please Zenia!" implored the boy, holding firmly on to his dress as a pout spread over his face.

"All right!"

Zenia sketched a smile, stood up, then placed her handbook describing the peoples of universe 1 on the blue velvet chair on which she sat. The young woman wore a white hair with blue reflections, arranged in a slightly disfigured top bun with a small fringe that fell on her face.

A long braid descended on the right side of his face and a tiara headband adorned with two small arrows glued one on top of the other – point down for the first and point up for the second – elegantly dressed his forehead. Zenia grabbed the little boy's hand, then teleported out of the room before going to a large room full of games of all kinds. The young woman observed the child rushing into the middle of the room with the starry blue sky, lit by three beams of white light.

She was dressed in a slightly flared white bustier dress, with a gold belt marking her waist hidden under a long sleeveless plum cardigan with golden borders. The young woman stared at the little boy who approached her while smiling at her. She felt like a giant when she was standing next to him... She was quite tall compared to him. Less than her mother.

"What do you want to play?"
"I want to play cube jump!" replied Zeno, excited.
"All right, all right!"

With a blink of an eye, Zenia made appear a large cube of Katch on which the boy leapt with enthusiasm. The cube quickly turned into a stairway going up and down as it crossed. He loved this game and he was having a great time! So much, and so well, that he began to jump more and more quickly, forcing Zenia to speed up the pace.

"Yes, again! Again!" exclaimed the child, pounding on a new cube.
"Zeno, don't go so fast!" warned the young woman, who was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up.
"Come on, Zenia! Faster! Faster! Again!" he said.
"Please..."

But the boy didn't seem to hear it. Zenia slowly retreated while focusing her attention on the child. Alas, the latter jumped so quickly that she did not have time to create a new cube to catch him.

He felled.

Without thinking, and with a purely instinctive gesture, Zenia threw her right arm, - hand stretched flat -, towards the little boy. A fraction of a second later, a cube appeared. Unfortunately, not low enough, because the metal hit the head of the child, which collapsed on the ground, inert.

Horrified, Zenia rushed to him.

"Zeno! Zeno, can you hear me? Answer!" begged the young woman, moving the little boy's body slightly.

A small male figure with blue skin and white hair, dressed in trousers and an oil-blue tunic, suddenly appeared at his side.

"Daiki! I... I didn't do it on purpose! He was playing and... and his head hit the metal!"

The man crouched down without a word, then turned his attention to the little boy lying on the ground. With a brief movement of his right hand, he made appear a yellow and dark blue sceptre composed of a black orb surrounded by a blue ring and pointed it over the boy. A fraction of a second later, a white light enveloped the child's body before fading.

"Everything is fine, he is out of danger," he said to the amethyst-eyed girl.
"I'm sorry," said Zenia, "I'm sorry.
— Princess! Don't worry, he is only asleep, reassured the man with white hair.

Two new silhouettes suddenly appeared a few meters in front of them. A man and a woman.

"My boy!" cried the latter, rushing to the child. "Zenia, what have you done?" she added.

The woman displayed azurine skin and black eyes. She held the little boy in her arms and glanced amazingly at Zenia.

— Zenia, how many times should I tell you to be careful with your powers!
"I'm sorry, it was an accident!
"Your Majesty, it would be wise for the princess to learn more to channel her powers," intervened the man who had remained behind.

He had a much larger silhouette than Daiki. Just like him, he showed magnificent lavender eyes, his hair was white and he had a sparkling blue ring behind his head. Unlike Daiki who wore it around her neck. He was dressed in a brown dress with long sleeves edged in yellow on which were engraved geometric shapes and a red belt.

Excellent idea, Daishin! approved the queen. Daiki, you will take care of it! make sure that Zenia has complete control of her powers! she added, turning around to join the man, the child still in his arms.

Her white hair was so long it almost hung on the floor.

Daiki nodded with a slight nod.

"Good, Your Highness.

...

Her face turned a quarter to the left as she gradually emerged from her sleep. Jaya tried to open her eyes, but her eyes, decidedly heavy, could not lift. She was drowsy. Her mind was misty. She felt like she was floating on a cloud, lost in the vastness of the sky. When, after several unsuccessful attempts, she managed -not painfully - to open her eyes, she discovered the lavender ceiling of her room. The Vergassian rose slowly, painfully. She tried to keep her eyes open before observing this familiar little cocoon that was hers. A grimace twisted her face suddenly when she felt a violent headache pounding her skull at regular tempo.

The young woman pressed her hands against her face and closed her eyes to try to ease the pain, in vain. The migraine faded a few seconds later. Jaya took a slow and deep breath, then reopened her eyes. Damn it! How long had she been unconscious this time? The young woman looked up when a holographic image suddenly appeared to her, revealing the calendar of the week. Her eyes rounded like saucers when she recalled the day she visited the Zeno kings. Five days? She was unconscious for five days? The Vergassian fell back on her bed, appalled.

Although over time she had become accustomed to finding herself in this state after having used this power, the awakenings were nevertheless difficult to manage. And still, five days... She had made a strong one this time! Fortunately, she did not fall ill as she did on several occasions. She was going to have to be more vigilant. But how? This ability was so capricious...

The first thing we noticed when we crossed the threshold of the room was its large window door with purple curtains and purple curtains, located in the right corner, facing due east. A large baroque bed in black steel, dressed with pink and grey sheets around two bedside tables, proudly stood in front of two carpets – pale purple and grey – in the middle of an eggplant wall, which was separated by an oval window that brought the missing brightness to the room darkened the rest of the day.

One meter from one of the bedside tables, in the left corner of the room, stood a small grey and white dresser on which were placed white candles, roses and violets in front of a small glass container containing several pebbles of Amethyst stones and pink quartz. Near the window, in the right corner of the room, next to a dresser, a white and beige wooden desk with an armchair facing the white wall. A slight smile passed over Jaya's lips as she contemplated the large picture hanging above the desk. Pink and white orchids with grey pebbles... Nothing like to bring a cocooning atmosphere to any place.

Jaya left her bed, then headed towards the bathroom which was next to the wardrobes located a few meters to the right of the bedroom door. With a brief movement of her right hand, she opened the taps of the tub to her left, coarsely tied her hair in a bun before undressing and settling into the tub. The shadow of a smile passed over her lips as she happily breathed the almond scent of the oils that gradually permeated every piece of her body.

After several minutes, she got out of the bathtub, dried herself, got dressed, then let her hair fall back on her back before leaving the bathroom. She turned towards the bedside table to the left of her bed, opened the drawer and pulled out a small silver chain that she hung on her left wrist.

"I am delighted to see you finally standing, reasoned a familiar voice behind her."

Jaya turned his face. Standing, hands joined in the back, the High Priest stood in front of her.

"Forgive me, I did not mean to frighten you," he added, with a slight smile.

"No, it's nothing... What are you doing here?"

I'm here, these Zeno Majesties demand your presence. They enjoyed your games and music very much and they wish your presence to the palace as quickly as possible, the Angel announced in a calm tone.

Jaya blinked, stunned. The kings asked for her despite what had happened? They must have really liked their session to want to see it again. Was it really a good idea? Nothing was less certain. Yet she could not decently refuse the request of the supreme sovereigns... What did she have to do? His reason tended to accept without question, but his mind still doubted. She knew that she did not fully control her broadcasting power. What would happen if by misfortune she lost control? The odds were certainly slim, but still! She preferred not to think about it...

"You don't have to worry, I'm sure everything will be fine," exclaimed the High Priest, who had guessed his concern.

" Yeah, that would be better for me " thought of the young woman for herself(itself).

- Are you ready? It is better not to contrarity these majesties.

- Euh yes.

- Well, then, place your hand on my back!

The young woman ran, then they disappeared.

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"Jaya!" The Zeno in chorus exclaimed while leaving their throne to fly in its direction(management).

"Hello!"

"Yes, i miss you a lot!" exclamed the Zeno of the present while squeezing strongly the young woman against him.

"Say, why you did not come earlier?" King of the future asked.

"huh ... I was busy," answered Jaya, a little bit ill-at-ease.

"Oh ... "

The images of the accident came back to her like a boomerang in the face. Jaya looked at the two little kings for a moment, confused. In her eyes, - and with what she had done -, any poeple with a sain esprit would automatically have had mistrust of her. She would have understood that perfectly. She herself would have been suspicious after such an incident. On the other hand, what she had trouble understanding was: Why was it not the same for the supreme kings... As the young woman tried to solve this curious phenomenon, she felt the hand of the sovereign of the future squeezing hers.

"So you come and play with me?" he asked, with imploring eyes and a voice full of hope.

Jaya blinked and stared at the little being. As far back as she could remember, she had never met anyone who seemed so happy to see her as they did. Such a reaction touched her. They were so adorable, how could she refuse? The Vergassian swept her fears away then replied smiling in turn:

"Of course, little wolves, that's why I'm here!"

"Great! Let's go play!"

"Yes, let's play, let's play!" finished the king of the present, pulling the magician by the hand.

His double did the same. Jaya glanced quickly at the High Priest. She just had time to see a smile on her lips before disappearing, driven by the two little kings...

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Note:
Katch:esistant metal, but less than the Katchin.