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The flight across the sky was a marvel before the three goddesses' sight. The city was not just composed of clean bones and altered nature's architectures, but the total harmony that had the people living in great prosperity. While the cultures were different to one another, the unnatural and natural kinds were favourable of the opposing sides. Such that an undead could not get along with the beastmen, but that was not the case in this city.
Kitami told her mothers that beyond the borders of this city had such conflicts. How it did not come to be in this city was mysterious. Kelleron gave off the impression that he was more of an observer than a ruler. The thirst for power was blatantly obvious as Kelleron's gaze was swept far beyond stars and universe. Alas, the three goddesses pushed away their curiosity of the lich.
The structures and the people within the city were compliant of another, whilst sensing a bit of discomfort based on opposing natures discussed within a circle. The gathered groups were debating and providing each other the needs and compositions to accommodate the current evolving civilization in the city. However, they did not want civilization in the city, but bring what was built here outside of it. Mikoto gathered that the people came together to reinstitute themselves to be better than their previous generations. The harmony was complicated though.
Still, there were sightings of residents taking up settlement in this city than their origins outside of here. There had never been a name for this bone-like city, but they called it home. Some called it Kelleron, a blunt and straightforward indication of who built this city. Mai caught sight of some gods and goddesses just like them, but they were reliant on faith, whereas they did not. Well, not all of them.
Mai looked away from them and was pointed to a direction of a desolate abode. The grey flame was taking them there as the platform descended into the ground and smoothly vanished. The three goddesses followed the grey flame to the abode's door, disappearing as they reach its soil. They shared dazed looks as they surveyed their new home.
Ashes and sulphur coloured the ground, yet there were signs of fertile soil from growing plants. A few remnants of broken and rusted metal laid across the tattered ground, as if a war broke out here at the abode. The windows of the abode appeared dusty and glass remained intact, while the frames were next to cracking. The roof was dirty and had holes showing. Additionally, the walls looked unconditioned and suffered from collateral damage. Overall, the abode was basically unstable and insecure.
That changed however when grey flames spiralled across the land and consumed the abode, leaving an empty space. Then, a rumbling sound came from the ground. Out protruded a mass of bones finding place and structure, collapsing onto one another and rooting themselves in place. The exchange was immediate and fast, replacing the desolate sight into a simple, fertile land with a decent house.
When the house was finished, a mass of bones put together and secured, a grey flame reappeared again and turned into a piece of paper. The paper hovered before the three goddess and Kitami took it into her hands. The three goddesses looked at the paper and smiled at the welcoming letter.
It said: This location has called onto you. The people before here were exalted fighters living in isolation from civilization. There was a war that happened long ago, and they have fought to the ends of their life and will, rather than be taken to live upon another's palm. Their names were forgotten, but their legend lived through to me. Hearing your story, I thought of giving you this land that has endured a long struggle. You may alter the land within the premises as you wish using the grey flame lit on the torch by the side of the door. May you find yourselves at ease and at home. –Kelleron.
"Huh. He's not so formal like other high-tail nooks." Kitami said, earning a bop to the back of her head as she stuck her tongue out.
"Mind your thoughts." Mai chided, giving a light frown to her daughter.
Mikoto giggled, "Let's go inside, ladies." She went ahead of them with her daughter following behind, escaping the bear hug Mai was about to give.
Two of them checked inside, while Mai stayed outside to survey the land the grey flame had drawn the line. Mai was curious of how far the land stretched from here, and if they were connected to any bazaars and communities to learn and understand the cultures here. Mai had sensed some religious affinity across the city. Mai hoped they did not cross with them as they were basically 'precept' as the opposing force to the natural order. Which order? Well, Kitami, Mai, and Mikoto were part of the universe's creation; so such order would be perceived in bias.
Anyway, Mai found the borders of the land in which they would be staying. They humbly have a small farm enough to feed a family for one or two weeks. They would not be needing any nutrients as entities anyway, but it would keep Mikoto happy to work the fields and give food to the needy. Then, Mai found a river that streamed down along a small batch of trees. Kitami would love that to cross the reflection and pass into borders virtually. Smiling approvingly at the land, Mai came across cotton fields pass the trees. Aha, this would keep Mai busy and work the coming ruins she could tend to in the cottons. Pass the borders, Mai could see the communities not far from the road. Mai approved and returned to her wife and daughter in the house with some changes she would like of the land.
While Mai was checking out the land, Mikoto had been picky alongside with Kitami of the interior designs in the house. It had a spacious attic which they could use to use their abilities in private. The rooms were divided in squares or rectangles for each specific areas. The two of them liked wide open spaces for the living room and other rooms accessible in one section. The rooms they have were divided in rooms along a hallway, which they felt locked up. Still, they inspected each rooms respectively and noticed intricate designs capturing their eyes along the top arch of the ceiling.
Mai entered the house and exhaled reassuringly at the creak of the door when she pushed it open. It was better a little noisy rather than not at all, as they would at least know who has entered the house. Mai found her family surveying every nook and cranny of the interior and she already knew what bothered them. They have never liked rooms that blocked up the main areas. They felt guarded and cooped up when they turn around the corners or expecting something behind the doors. Mai did not mind as long as all three of them have their personal rooms, a living room, and possibly an astral room should someone call them through prayers.
Kitami's hurried footsteps could be heard from behind one of the doors. The door burst opened and Kitami immediately called out to Mai to come see what she saw. Mai followed Kitami, who was excitedly pulling her arm to the room where she found 'something cool'. About two rooms passed by, Mikoto was there and boring her eyes on a stack of notes and papers.
"You wouldn't believe the amount of discoveries and thesis covered by a diverse group of people. You have to see it." Kitami rasped and moved away to pick up some notes she was invested.
Mai looked to her wife and daughter with a fond reminder that they value researching theories and discoveries to improve cultivations. A knowledge that Mai was not into, but learned that it helped broaden her mind and heart. As Kitami was pilling up a hill of papers, Mai kneeled and pulled a large paper towards her on the floor. A stunning visual and description about how individual and collective minds and races harboured distant, buried animosity causing a thorny and archaic domain. Reading further, Mai was pulled by the information that an archaic system, while traditional, have a choice in adapting through the changes in civilizations and not time itself.
Civilizations followed along the threads of time and placed milestones of their eras, based upon the designated time of the intellectuals and discoveries created and made. Although, not all discoveries were from intellects, yet the credits fell towards people who did not earn it because of status in favour of examples or influences. Yet again, those that went uncredited had awareness to evade conflicts from such marvels.
An example of one was a genius inventor in medical science. A young boy simulated the possible events of how infections and bacteria were carried in and out of the body. The boy's discovery and inquisitive mind found that the body itself was like a current – a body holding liquid substances to stimulate the organs alive as well as bacteria. If that liquid was stained with the infection, obviously it would spread. The note went on to say from that finding, people have gathered together to explore and seek remedies on the illnesses soon to come.
From then onwards, as remedies were found, the group of people and the young boy grown into a young man, desired an heir of the boy to succeed and advance their researches. At this point, the young man refused vehemently and stated that establishing a root to follow the father, did not mean the son would follow in his footsteps and surpass him willingly. The young man was met with expectations and traditionalist mind-sets, destabilising the friendships he had around him. The young man resisted and refused to burden his children, daughter or son. They mocked the young man that a woman has no place amongst the forefronts civilizations. The young man spoke no more and simply vanished from the face of civilization and went uncredited. The words left by the young man was, 'Is this the foundation of people? Or is it only for men? Humans? My science is not for one, but for all whom we may soon meet with either open harmony, or poisoned conflict.'
Mai was glued to the large note she was reading; detailed with other footnotes stapled on the large paper referencing to other events within that time. Mai understood certain traditions remained for the sake of order and stability. What Mai discovered later and at the time of love with Mikoto, was that nothing stayed the same even when it 'seemed' like it. As the Goddess of Fiery Ruination (named as such), Mai have seen several instances of traditions unable to withstand changes amongst the chaos outside of its 'system and order'; thus seeking to right the wrong and vice versa from outside of that tradition or others.
Mai herself often held thoughts that there was very little to no way that people would ever come together, because they sought desires in order to fulfil their satisfaction either as a group, or for themselves. Mikoto had fondly pointed out to Mai that many and if not billions of forms have difficulty in being 'one' or 'alone'. More often than naught those that did ignored the will and presence of others to be 'alone' or 'one'. This was where another 'alone' and 'one', recluse and refuse themselves of inflicting others in order to expand themselves within their current state of self. It took both Mai and Mikoto a long, long, long centuries of discussion going through that topic.
"Take a look at this Mom! It was what you taught and talked to me long ago. It's surprisingly vast and detailed as close as you and Mama." Kitami sat beside Mai, dropping the pile between them and took a piece of rolled paper to her mother.
Mai smiled as she took it and rolled it open to see a descriptive insight about necessities in different forms of life and sentiments. That the natures in different species would or might collide and change when they reach a certain state of evolution. This held true and false universally, because it was based on the rules and workings of the dimensions in inclusion. Evolution itself shift both proportionately and split necessarily to equalise qualities and quantities within species.
"Mikoto understands why there was a war here." Mikoto said aloud, her back facing Kitami and Mai as she finished reading a paper.
Mikoto turned to them with a proud smile, "The people before us were taboo in other's eyes, but they were simply discussing and researching in cultivation." Taking a piece of paper she read before to them, she continued.
"Their perception of what they were studying were accused of treachery and endangering the future with unnatural concepts brought to light." Mikoto sat down in front of her wife and daughter and laid down the paper before them.
"It appears to be that the previous residents of this house and land held beliefs and ideals that did not match with their origin's natural law and civilization." Mikoto finished, patting her hands on her knees with a slight depression on her face.
Mai nodded lightly, "However, the exiled fighters took up on their studies with prophecies built up in mind. They had no intention of spreading their agenda, but elevate understandings on the scenes that which were forbidden because of natural order assessed as such."
"Said natural order is the stability within that civilization and society, which involved matters of faith and religion, technology and society, and to shed light for others towards their futures with history and exemplary influences." Kitami provided, smiling as her mothers' lips quirked up.
Mikoto exhaled, "In the end, the fighter's wish to reach out to people, broadening their minds with growing understanding were met with abated forces that solely believed in the unchanging natural order." She shook her head and showed her disappointment.
"Though, it is apparent that what stays normal is natural as a whole in a secure group. When changes come, the natural and normalcy is disturbed and met with resistance simply because of ease and simplicity." Kitami frowned at the thought of those who tend to view things in a singular, narrow vision.
Mai gently placed a hand on Kitami's knee and offered, "Complexities causes straying away from familiar and stable grounds. Often it is better to be simple rather than complicated on a designed path." She saw the sag of Kitami's shoulder that her daughter felt conflicted of it, despite being true.
"Although, it does not mean that either concepts prove to be decisive. Only that a cluster of hearts, minds, and souls stir the paths amongst each other; by conflict and intersecting interest." Mikoto looked at Mai and Kitami as she suggested.
"Let's keep this room intact. Mikoto likes their effort and work put into all these notes and papers." Mikoto earned their sincerest smiles and nods.
The three of them cleaned up the room of papers, notes, files, tomes, scrolls and all that into the drawers, bookshelves and cabinets available. One could say there was infinite amount of them to sort them all, but entities like them have eternal time until the end. They found themselves absorbed by the information other than from themselves and spent an enjoyable time with family. Kitami especially benefitted greatly from the affection and imparted wisdom from her mothers as they discussed on various topics.
While they were goddesses/entities that might or might not be remembered, they still have to consider their own powers seeking out to touch the universe. Kitami's power went amok and berserk out of her own control while of her own will. Mai and Mikoto had experienced that despite of trying not to use their powers. Their powers were such that it must interact in order to 'push' and 'pull' the flow of the universe around them. As if they were operators, architects, or designers amongst the entirety of the universe.
Yet, for Mai and Mikoto, even if it was such, they love their Kitami as much as they love their family to sever them of what and who they are. Was it a heavy burden they carry? Perhaps not, as they learned too much to believe that it was. Otherwise, how could the three have come this far to search a home for themselves, let alone that they should not be existent because they were the absolute 'opposing/negative' force of the natural order.
As Kitami looked at the back of her mothers, she started thinking that perhaps the existence of positive and negative occurred because of 'bond'. A bond that Kitami saw and watched over as she was brought into the universe by her mothers. Kitami had seen their struggles and animosity of one another even before she was in Mai's womb. Kitami only willed herself into existence when the two's bond were knotted, and she was attracted by it of her own will. Kitami held that to herself, and she was after all, an entity like all the others who rooted themselves in particular circumstances. Mai and Mikoto, were home to Kitami's observation, and then eventually, a family that unexpectedly occurred and burrowed into Kitami – their daughter.
"Kitami, how do you sort this?" Mikoto sheepishly asked.
Kitami amusedly grinned and helped her Mama alongside her Mom, who was boring daggering eyes into her Mama because of tangling the items together. It will be a little while later to get things done, but it cleared Kitami of her musing with the special bond she has with Mai and Mikoto.
Author's afterword:- Ugggghhhh… It's been ages since well, whenever I have last posted a story. I hope I haven't lost my touch. Anyway, this one is a dozy of stuffs. Like stuffs that is just splayed out in my mind. I kinda' wanted to write about the confrontations of normalcy and order in another dimension; which while it does not relate to our real life, it somehow bears a connection that either allows or dissuades us of such thoughts.
I like to figure out why some things are taboo and why the conditions of that affects us such that, we block it out because we don't understand it? Or is it simply because we refuse due to the natural order that we perceive and believe firmly rooted by generations after generations, passed down by the wisdom of the species. I could go on forever, but I'd rather not go on an overly excessive amount of rambling and thoughts in my head.
I hope you enjoy what you read at your own will, within and respect. Thank you for reading.