Chapter 17
Bromly sat on the temple stairs watching the sun set. It was beautiful. With all the colors of the rainbow stretching across the sky. He tapped his pipe with his finger, thinking. His gaze went from the sun set to the Three Goddess.
He had forgotten all about the legend of why they were there. He thought that this new evil he sensed was just another human wanting power, but know he was not so sure. The legend said that when Laven needed help, the Three Goddesses' would be reborn. But he knew that was just a figure of speech. The Three Goddess would not be reborn but use their spirits t enter a willing host and lend that person their power, until the time would come that Laven did not need the help.
He sighed. He did not remember the names of the goddesses but he did remember what each stood for. One was the Goddess of War and Peace; she kept things under control during war and peace times, even though it didn't see like it. Another was the Goddess of Love and Harmony; even though there wasn't much love or harmony in the world, she did still put it into people, it was just a matter of who showed it or not. And the last was the Goddess of Life and Death; if someone or something died, she would always find a way to bring new life into the world, trying to make it stronger and better.
If the legend is true, then Laven needs them now, he thought to himself. I wonder whom they will pick to use.
He stood and walked back into the temple. Faxon and Treasa were trying to make a fire.
"You do it this way Treasa," Faxon said pushing her out of the way.
"Faxon, I almost had it, you idiot," she said and smacked him in the back of the head.
"Ow," he rubbed the back of his head. "Your mean."
"Oh go cry then," she pushed him out of the way.
Bromly smiled a little when Faxon tackled Treasa and they began to wrestle on the floor. He heard Rain giggle. He looked over at her and saw that Trowa had already made a fire and putting a blanket around Rain. He wasn't fond of the idea of Rain liking a human, but he was from another world and maybe the some of the humans there were better then the ones here.
Pixie flew up in Bromly's face. "Where have you been? I made us something to eat but I can't eat it unless you're here to eat too," she said pointing a little finger at him.
"I'm sorry Pixie," he smiled at her. "I was watching the sun set and I guess I got caught up in its beauty."
"Oh. Well come on. I'm starving," she grabbed a hold of his beard and tried to pull him.
Bromly walked over to where Pixie had made the food. He sat down and started to eat, losing his appetite a little by watching Pixie stuff her small mouth. The others started to eat. Well almost all of them. Treasa and Faxon where still rolling on the floor and arguing on how to make a fire.
Faxon pinned Treasa down and sat on her. She tried to struggle to get him off but he wouldn't move. Faxon put his face right in front of hers.
"You know, you're cute when you're angry," he said with a smirk.
Treasa stopped struggling and looked at him. A blush started to form on her cheeks. Faxon leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her eyes grew wide, and then she closed them and kissed him back.
Rain and Trowa smiled, along with Lilium and Lithren, but Bromly noticed Elanjila was nowhere to be seen. He looked around and saw that she was standing at the temple door. He stood and went over to where she was.
Elanjila leaned up against one of the pillars, looking up at the night sky. Bromly knew she was deep in thought because she didn't hear him come up behind her. He stood next to her and looked up at the stars.
"Melwa moore, uume na? (1)" he asked her.
She jumped a bit and looked at him, then back up at the sky. "Ná, (2)" she said.
"Nátyë haiya. Mana nályë nóa? (3)" he asked her.
She sat down on one of the steps and patted next to her. "I'll tell you but so no one else can hear me," she said in his head.
"Alright," he thought and sat down beside her.
"This temple brings back memories," she said.
"You've been here before?" he asked and looked at her.
"No. But this temple looks like one in the town I used to live in," she said with a little smile.
"I can feel there is something special about that temple," Bromly said watching her.
"Yes, there is. But I do not wish to speak of it," she said losing her smile.
"Alright. Don't stay out here to long. It's chilly and you might catch a cold," he said and got up.
Elanjila nodded and looked up at the stars as Bromly walked back into the temple. The stars seemed to shine brighter for some reason. She smiled when she thought of the night they had their first kiss. It was at night under the stars, right in front of the temple. She got up and stood where they had stood so many years ago. She could almost feel him holding her.
"So you still remember?" came a deep voice.
She turned to look and see who it was. Her breath caught in her throat. There was a man on a black horse, with purple eyes staring at her; his long black hair fell down over his shoulders.
"No," she said aloud. "It can't be. Myrugi?" ________________________________________________________________________ 1) Melwa moore, uume na? - Lovely night isn't it?
2) Ná - Yes
3) Nátyë haiya. Mana nályë nóa? - You seem distracted. What are you thinking about?
Bromly sat on the temple stairs watching the sun set. It was beautiful. With all the colors of the rainbow stretching across the sky. He tapped his pipe with his finger, thinking. His gaze went from the sun set to the Three Goddess.
He had forgotten all about the legend of why they were there. He thought that this new evil he sensed was just another human wanting power, but know he was not so sure. The legend said that when Laven needed help, the Three Goddesses' would be reborn. But he knew that was just a figure of speech. The Three Goddess would not be reborn but use their spirits t enter a willing host and lend that person their power, until the time would come that Laven did not need the help.
He sighed. He did not remember the names of the goddesses but he did remember what each stood for. One was the Goddess of War and Peace; she kept things under control during war and peace times, even though it didn't see like it. Another was the Goddess of Love and Harmony; even though there wasn't much love or harmony in the world, she did still put it into people, it was just a matter of who showed it or not. And the last was the Goddess of Life and Death; if someone or something died, she would always find a way to bring new life into the world, trying to make it stronger and better.
If the legend is true, then Laven needs them now, he thought to himself. I wonder whom they will pick to use.
He stood and walked back into the temple. Faxon and Treasa were trying to make a fire.
"You do it this way Treasa," Faxon said pushing her out of the way.
"Faxon, I almost had it, you idiot," she said and smacked him in the back of the head.
"Ow," he rubbed the back of his head. "Your mean."
"Oh go cry then," she pushed him out of the way.
Bromly smiled a little when Faxon tackled Treasa and they began to wrestle on the floor. He heard Rain giggle. He looked over at her and saw that Trowa had already made a fire and putting a blanket around Rain. He wasn't fond of the idea of Rain liking a human, but he was from another world and maybe the some of the humans there were better then the ones here.
Pixie flew up in Bromly's face. "Where have you been? I made us something to eat but I can't eat it unless you're here to eat too," she said pointing a little finger at him.
"I'm sorry Pixie," he smiled at her. "I was watching the sun set and I guess I got caught up in its beauty."
"Oh. Well come on. I'm starving," she grabbed a hold of his beard and tried to pull him.
Bromly walked over to where Pixie had made the food. He sat down and started to eat, losing his appetite a little by watching Pixie stuff her small mouth. The others started to eat. Well almost all of them. Treasa and Faxon where still rolling on the floor and arguing on how to make a fire.
Faxon pinned Treasa down and sat on her. She tried to struggle to get him off but he wouldn't move. Faxon put his face right in front of hers.
"You know, you're cute when you're angry," he said with a smirk.
Treasa stopped struggling and looked at him. A blush started to form on her cheeks. Faxon leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her eyes grew wide, and then she closed them and kissed him back.
Rain and Trowa smiled, along with Lilium and Lithren, but Bromly noticed Elanjila was nowhere to be seen. He looked around and saw that she was standing at the temple door. He stood and went over to where she was.
Elanjila leaned up against one of the pillars, looking up at the night sky. Bromly knew she was deep in thought because she didn't hear him come up behind her. He stood next to her and looked up at the stars.
"Melwa moore, uume na? (1)" he asked her.
She jumped a bit and looked at him, then back up at the sky. "Ná, (2)" she said.
"Nátyë haiya. Mana nályë nóa? (3)" he asked her.
She sat down on one of the steps and patted next to her. "I'll tell you but so no one else can hear me," she said in his head.
"Alright," he thought and sat down beside her.
"This temple brings back memories," she said.
"You've been here before?" he asked and looked at her.
"No. But this temple looks like one in the town I used to live in," she said with a little smile.
"I can feel there is something special about that temple," Bromly said watching her.
"Yes, there is. But I do not wish to speak of it," she said losing her smile.
"Alright. Don't stay out here to long. It's chilly and you might catch a cold," he said and got up.
Elanjila nodded and looked up at the stars as Bromly walked back into the temple. The stars seemed to shine brighter for some reason. She smiled when she thought of the night they had their first kiss. It was at night under the stars, right in front of the temple. She got up and stood where they had stood so many years ago. She could almost feel him holding her.
"So you still remember?" came a deep voice.
She turned to look and see who it was. Her breath caught in her throat. There was a man on a black horse, with purple eyes staring at her; his long black hair fell down over his shoulders.
"No," she said aloud. "It can't be. Myrugi?" ________________________________________________________________________ 1) Melwa moore, uume na? - Lovely night isn't it?
2) Ná - Yes
3) Nátyë haiya. Mana nályë nóa? - You seem distracted. What are you thinking about?