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The Promise

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I wrote this years ago. A re-telling of the Biblical narrative, starting with Adam and Eve. It was meant to be a series. I’ve two done so far (maybe I’ll continue?). It’s semi-awkward since my theology has changed ALOT since I wrote this. But I’m going to own it. So enjoy 🙂 Just don’t laugh at my obvious young, cheesy childlikeness in my story telling.Maybe that’s a good thing?

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In a land that you’ve never heard of, was a kingdom you’ve never seen. There lived a people who moved like the wind but appeared like light. Everything there was bright, full of colours and vibrant. And just like the people everything seemed to be made of light. Except you could still hold on to or feel what you saw. Up until recently, there had never been trouble of any sort in the land. There was no reason for it. The King was kind and never gave anyone reason for treason. But high treason there was. From beside the very throne itself. And with
every last rebel banished to the Darklands awaiting sentencing, you would think that all would’ve been at peace. No. In fact, its here in the deepest darkest cave of the Darklands, after the Great Casting Away, is where our story begins.

There was much grumbling amongst the rebels. Not knowing what would happen to them, everyone began to speculate as too what they should do. Everything from making their own place, to taking over the kingdom was suggested. All of their plans were impossible to achieve of course. All they could do was await their sentencing. Which the King simply said would “happen at the right time.”

‘I don’t see why we can’t just create our own place to live?’ said one of the rebels.

‘Do not make me explain this to you again!’ yelled another, ‘ only HE (the King as they refer to him since they won’t acknowledge his rule) can make anything. We can only give light and make it seem like there’s anything there. HE is the only one that can make it real.”

‘I’d rather live in a delusion than this miserable wasteland.’

“Don’t say such stupid things! Are you like one of the Fools now?” shouted the head rebel.

‘Well what do you suppose we do? Stay here and wait for judgment? We all know what’s going to happen anyway.’

The very thought of it made them shudder. Their doom was certain, but the uncertainty of when it would occur was what made it all the more intense.

‘I have an idea, ‘said the head rebel.

‘I hope it’s better than your last one,’ answered another, referring to how they failed to take control of the kingdom.

‘We’re still going to have our own kingdom!’ roared the head rebel, ‘and this time the King himself will have no choice but to hand it to us.’

The whole cave was filled with murmuring and wondering. Other than what the head rebel could offer them, they had no hope. Everyone knew that their lives would depend on whether or not this plan, whatever it was would work. No one knew how much time they had left. The cave itself began to rumble unexpectedly and stop at random. They knew it was the Kings doing. Warning them. Judgment would come.

Back in the Palace, the Prince sat on his throne, reading through a scroll, over and over. For the whole day, that’s all anyone saw him do. At times he would smile, at times he would laugh and at others he would even shed a tear.
No one asked him what it was he was reading. He seemed really into it.

‘Besniwan,” called the Prince. Besniwan was one of the highest-ranking officials in the land. He was never too far away from the Prince. Especially not since the Great Casting Away. Immediately he walked through the arched gateway of the throne room. It was a big room, beautifully decorated with precious stones, diamonds, beautiful wall carvings and gold plated open arched windows where cool air would flow calmly. The wall carvings were masterfully done. Each time one would step into the throne room they changed. No two were ever the same and the latter was always more impressive than the former. On each side of the throne were two living statues. They were made of a clear substance, so that anytime light would emanate from the Prince, it would shine through them. Making them invisible, as not to disturb anyone seeing the Prince himself. Day and night all they did was sing, each with their own instrument. Only when the King would speak or order them otherwise would they stop. And just like the wall carvings, no two songs were ever the same, with the latter being more impressive than former.

As soon as Besniwan entered the throne room, he knelt down and bowed his head. No one ever walked in here and stepped closer without first being told so.

‘I’m here your Highness,’ said Besniwan.

‘Come closer, here beside me,’ answered the Prince smiling, ‘I’m going to need you for something very soon.’

‘Is it related to your scroll?’ asked Besniwan.

‘Everything. It’s going to be amazing.’

‘When will I know what’s inside?’

‘Overtime you will, this will change everything. And it involves the Akionons.’

‘You really care about them a lot?’

‘Yes, I do. I care about everything I make.’ Akionons are a race of beings similar to us. They live in what is known as the Solid Lands. It’s not made of light but is much more physical like ours. Their whole universe is covered in a round barrier of water about the size of a football that the light beings can’t pass and go into. The Akionons can’t see the other world. To them they are in a vast endless universe. They know about the Prince because he visits them and talks to them. And just like the light beings, they too live in a paradise. But all that was soon to change.

‘Your Highness,’ said a voice from the entrance, ‘An unwelcomed guest wishes to have audience with you.’ Besniwan knew that this meant the head rebel was here. He’s the only ‘unwelcomed guest’ that would dare to show up in the kingdom.

‘Where is he?’ asked the Prince, not because he didn’t know, but simply because he enjoyed conversing with his subjects.

‘In the courtyard, we’re watching him carefully.’

‘Send him here.’

‘I will but he is requesting that you meet with him there, in front of the crowds.’
Besniwan didn’t like any of this. He didn’t want to see the head rebel anywhere near the palace. And given what happened recently, whatever he was up to wasn’t going to be good at all.

‘Do you want me to send him out of here?’ asked Besniwan.

‘No need. I’ve been expecting him to show up. I think you should come with me and hear what he has to say.’ Besniwan simply nodded in agreement walking by the King out of the room. The living statues as well leapt off their platforms and followed closely behind them. No one but the Prince knew what it was about but one thing was for sure. It could be felt in the air. Something serious was going to happen.

There in the courtyard, every light being (the good ones) stood there watching, waiting, not no knowing what was going on. Was it already time for the Judgment? Why the head rebel would even show up here was a shock to everyone. The brightness of the courtyard would’ve been far too overwhelming for any of us to stand by it. It would be like standing two feet away from the Sun, staring wide-eyed at it. Being made of light they could easily all stand by and through each other if they had to. And there in middle of the courtyard was the head rebel, who had no light coming from him at all. He was darkness in midst of all this life. As soon as Besniwan saw the rebel, he placed his hands to his side. Ready to draw the sword and fight if need be.

‘O most wise and just Prince,’ he said, genuflecting, clearly not meaning any of it.
The Prince simply stood watching, not justifying this false praise with a response.

‘I’m sure you already know why I’m here, you always did used to tell us things ahead.’

‘Say what you came to say Shymhal.’
‘Very well, your Highness,’ he said with a smirk, ‘Is it true that goodness matters to you?’

‘It does.’

‘Is it also true that justice matters to you as well?’

‘It does.’

‘Is it not also true that your justice requires that you utterly destroy all evil and those that do evil?’

‘It does.’

‘So if the Akionons that you made, turned their back on you and did evil, you would have to destroy them isn’t that right?’ Immediately all eyes were on the Prince. Everyone knew that he kept his word. He couldn’t break his own laws. Even though this was a hypothetical question, it was serious nonetheless.

‘I could spare them.’ Quiet whispers and gasps filled the whole courtyard. Besniwan was shocked and so was Shymhal.

‘You’ll… you’ll spare them?’

‘I can.’

‘Are you forgetting that it wouldn’t be just to let evildoers get away with their crimes? Are you saying that you’re unjust?’

‘I demand that you take back what you’ve said!’ exclaimed Besniwan. He was waiting for the Prince’s orders to draw his sword and get rid of Shymhal.

‘Your master is condoning unfairness!’

‘Not unfairness,’ responded the Prince, ‘Mercy.’

‘What is mercy?’ asked Shymhal?

‘Being merciful is to give not evildoers what they deserve.’

‘You NEVER gave me what I deserved!’

‘I never gave you what your evil heart wanted.’

‘You gave them, those despicable inferior creatures an entire universe! I want my own! Surely you won’t practice unfairness? You can’t break your own laws!’

‘I will never break my own law.’

‘Really?’ thought Shymhal. It seemed to him that his plan could work. Everything was going better than he had expected.

‘You’ve already said that you could spare the Akionons, were they ever to do evil. And you also said that you couldn’t break your laws. Right?’

‘Yes.’

‘Let me go to their world and put your word to the test then. I mean you can’t go back on what you’ve said.’

‘What are you suggesting?’

‘I suggest that I can get them to pledge allegiance to me. I suggest that if they do this, then you have no choice but to judge them guilty and wipe them out. But you said you could find a way to spare them and be fair all at once. So let me go then.’
The crowd at this point began howling at this proposal. Everyone was calling on the Prince to just banish Shymhal and end his slander.

‘The Prince would never allow you to go there!’ exclaimed Besniwan, who was just about ready to throw him out.

‘Shymhal,’ said the Prince. Everything went silent. Judgment. That’s what they all expected.

‘You can go to their universe but you cannot harm them.’ At this point, shock and awe filled the court. No one had even the slightest idea what was going on. The Akionons were innocent. They didn’t know anything other than easy living and enjoyment. They don’t have any experience dealing with evil. How would they handle Shymhal? In any case it shouldn’t be a problem. The Crown had given the Akionons everything they needed. Why would they betray the Prince?

‘Can a song be made of such a situation?’ asked one the living statues to the other. Of all the people there Besniwan was probably one the most puzzled.
Mercy. This concept didn’t exist to them before. The only encounter with evil anyone ever had was when a few of the light beings rebelled and that’s it. They were thrown out of the kingdom and were put under judgment.  Justice was served. But now the Prince is offering to spare the Akionons? How?

‘Also, ‘said Shymhal, ‘if they do swear allegiance to me, their world will be mine. It’s the law. You gave them the world, so they’ll give it me. It’s only fair.’

‘I know,’ replied the Prince. With that Shymhal gave a large grin, ‘We’ll see how loyal they really are.’ Suddenly a gust of wind surrounded him and he shot up into the sky and vanished out of sight.

‘Trust me,’ said the Prince to the crowd. And with that he turned around and walked back, towards the palace. People slowly began to drift away discussing the recent event. ‘What did he mean by mercy?’ Could be heard every four conversations. This was definitely going to be the main topic for a long while to come.

‘I don’t understand,’ said Besniwan in wonder, following behind the Prince. As they entered the room, he noticed the images and carvings on the walls had changed. Besniwan stared at them with his mouth wide open. It wasn’t the fact there were new things shown that had him amazed. It was what they were showing. The Akionons. Ekan (the man) and Winoa (the woman), the only two that existed. It pictured them kneeling. Kneeling to Shymhal.

‘No!’ shouted Besniwan, ‘How could they? How! After all you did for them! You gave them everything.’

‘I knew that they would. Soon it will happen,’ answered the Prince. He stood by the window looking up, obviously saddened by this.

‘What are you going to do now?’ asked the smallest of the living statues.

‘I’m going to do what my father and I had planned since always.’

‘You knew this would happen?’ asked Besniwan.

‘Yes, I even knew that Shymhal would rebel as well.’

‘But why did you let this happen?’

‘Besniwan,’ said the Prince in a calm tone, ‘you will learn more about me because all this has happened, then you ever would have if everything stayed the way it was. Trust me.’

‘So then… what did you plan on doing?’ asked Besniwan.
A smile appeared on the Prince’s face, ‘Save them.’ Besniwan, trusted the Prince but still found it all hard to take.

‘I promise you this as well,’ added the Prince, ‘one day, an Akionon will sit on the Throne.’

It was a beautiful day as the sun arose shining brightly in the sky, brushing the grass-covered hills with its rays. The air was cool enough to be refreshing, but not enough to give a chill. Ekan was running around, racing the lions as he did every morning.

‘I’ve beaten you again Sidgeway,’ laughed Ekan. The lion roared in response to him and proceeded to lie down beside Ekan under a tree. The tree had to have been at least one hundred meters in height. This was the spot where Ekan and Sidgeway would sit every morning and listen. As the breeze would rustle the leaves, music could be heard. Like the sound of a very well harmonized choir.
In fact just about everything in nature had a song to it, if you listened closely enough. There was also something special about these particular trees.
Their leaves changed colours depending on what angle the sun’s light hit them. Or whether there was a breeze or not. Fairweathers is what he named them because they changed so much. Sometimes if Ekan stood real close to them, they would change colours too. That was due to the light emanating from him. It wasn’t a blinding light, but it covered his body like clothes. It was always brighter after a walk with any member of the Crown. As usual, around this time a few monkeys would come down from the tree offering, coconuts, bananas and leaves to the Ekan. The leaves especially where delicious. Very sweet as well as naturally cleaning the mouth. Not to mention healthy. After a nice full breakfast, Ekan sat with his back to the tree and his feet dipped in water, relaxing. This was the sort of life he and his wife enjoyed.

‘Ekan,’ said a woman walking towards him. It was Winoa. She was carrying a baby lamb and waving at her husband.

‘Our favorite little sheep has given birth to her first child,’ she said, sitting beside him.

‘What have you named it?’

‘I don’t know what to call it. I tried calling it Lichireecheewa but it started running away.’

‘I would too if you called me that,’ joked Ekan.

‘Oh you’re the funniest man in the world,’ chuckled Winoa.

‘I’m also the only,’ replied Ekan. They both began to laugh as they always did to just about anything they could.

‘How about Mikila?’ said Winoa.

‘That actually sounds nice, it has a musical sort of sound to it.’ Winoa smiled. Lifting the little lamb up in the air so it faced her she said, ‘and what about you my dear? Do you like the name Mikila?’ The little lamb began bleating repeatedly.

‘I think it wants me to call it Mikila.’
‘Or to put it down,’ joked Ekan. There must’ve been some truth to what he said. For as soon as Winoa had put it down, Mikila began running. And for the proceeding few minutes Winoa could be seen chasing around after it. All to Ekan’s amusement of course. After a long rest under the tree and a swim around the lake, Ekan and Winoa explored the vast garden paradise that they lived in. The more they wandered around, the more sights and new animals they’d see.
Ekan still couldn’t get over the long necked spotted creature eating leaves.
Winoa was fascinated by a large beige animal that she saw hopping around.
And both of them spent hours enjoying the company of the dolphins who lived near the coast of the garden.

‘Do you hear that?’ asked Winoa. She stood up out of the water, placing both her hands like a cup by her ears. Listening intensively.

‘What do you hear?’ replied Ekan, looking around but seeing nothing in particular. Even the dolphins were raised up, facing the shore and paying attention.

‘I can hear it clearer now. It’s the music of the flowers over there!’ she said pointing to the shore. Winoa swam over to the shore, running towards the flowers. She was always good at hearing the music in nature, even the minutest tune.

‘I think I feel a song coming along,’ she smiled. Ekan loved hearing her sing.
And so did any creature that was around when she did. Winoa had a real eloquent and majestic singing voice, as if she had been doing it for years.
Ekan still remembers the moment he first saw her. He had just woken up from a deep sleep. And there she was. The most beautiful creature he’d ever laid his eyes on. He then realized that this creature wasn’t any ordinary one. In fact if he wasn’t mistaken, it appeared similar to him. Except it had much longer hair and just seemed different.

‘She,’ said the King, ‘is to be your wife. And you must love her with all your being.’

‘I will,’ said Ekan, obviously infatuated by her. Walking closer to her he heard her sing. Her voice, it made him feel relaxed. It wasn’t low like his. But it sounded lighter.

‘You must be Ekan,’ was the first thing she said to him. Hearing her say his name for the first time made his heart beat faster. He never felt like this before. And instantly there was a connection between them both. And she began to sing.

O now my soul it has awoken to this glorious day,
Beauty here so much abounds, O here I wish to stay.
My heart has seen another, and he has seen my face.
What joy it is to be a being, to enjoy all of this grace.
O now my soul it has awoken to this glorious day.
Beauty here so much abounds, O here I wish to stay.

‘What are you thinking about?’ asked Winoa. She had made a crown of flowers and was now wearing it on her head. Before Ekan could reply, she was putting one on his.

‘Yours are mostly purple,’ added Winoa, ‘I know how much you like that colour, I thought you would like it.’

Ekan smiled. He was so grateful to have someone like Winoa around. He could only imagine what kind of life he would have if he didn’t have her around.
Probably not the best one. Even the King said it wouldn’t be good for him to be alone.

‘I was thinking,’ said Ekan, ‘about the first time we met.’

‘The bedazzled look on your face was funny. I didn’t say anything then though,’ laughed Winoa. A few moments later, behind them a brilliant light appeared on the seashore. It shone brighter than the sun at midday. It also seemed to be approaching them. The closer and closer it got, the more and more a shape could be seen in the midst of it. The light was also diming down until it became quite faint. I was the Prince. He was wearing his white tunic and golden belt-cloth, which no matter what happened, always remained clean.

‘Master,’ said Ekan and Winoa, both genuflecting.

‘Please,’ replied the Prince, placing his hand on both their heads, ‘call me Friend,’ he said smiling.

‘My Father sends his greetings and asks if you are having a pleasant day?’ asked the Prince.

‘As always,’ answered Winoa, ‘we’ve seen some more bizarre creatures that you’ve made. I particularly like the one that stands on two legs and jumps around so high.

‘Winoa also named our little lamb Mikila, she had just been spared the name Lichireecheewa,’ laughed Ekan. The Prince and Winoa both joined in laughing with Ekan. They sat for hours on end conversing under a palm tree. There were jokes told, stories recalled, songs sung and food eaten.  Ekan and Winoa both loved the time spent with each member of the Crown. They didn’t despair when he returned to his place. The Prince had told them that he was always with them. And that he himself was source of the light that shone from them.
‘I think I must go and find Mikila; it’s time for her bath. She does have an awful habit for getting herself covered in dirt,’ said Winoa.

‘That’s fine,’ replied the Prince, ‘I’m glad to see that you’ve taken such a liking to her.’

‘She’s so precious and small.’

‘Not to mention quick,’ chuckled Ekan, referring to this morning. With that Winoa hugged the Prince and made her way back towards the inside of the garden.

‘Ekan,’ said the Prince, ‘I want to remind you to guard the title deed to this Universe. Don’t give it to anyone else.’

‘I would never do that,’ said Ekan, ‘I know well what you said about it. That if ever I were to give it away, on that day Death would come upon me.’ This wasn’t a threat that the Prince had given him. It was simply the truth. Ekan didn’t really understand the idea of death. The Prince had simply told him that it would mean separation from the Crown. The thought alone made Ekan shudder, and was enough to make him dislike death. Whatever it was.

‘I promise you,’ said Ekan, ‘I would never do such a thing. My allegiance is to you forever.’

As Winoa sat by the riverbank minding Mikila, a strong gust of wind came around her. It lifted Mikila high up into the air above the trees.

‘Oh no!’ exclaimed Winoa. Immediately she ran around with her arms outstretched waiting to try and catch her. Then when Mikila was about twenty feet in the air and too far away for Winoa to reach on time, something shot past her. A strong beam of light. It flew over towards Mikala, swirling around her over and over. This slowed her fall to the ground, until she landed softly. The little lamb stood on the ground startled and shaking from head to hoof. As soon as Winoa reached her, she lifted her up into her arms, holding her closely.

‘Are you ok my dear? Thanks be to the Crown that you’re alright.’

‘The Crown did not help you. I saved your lamb.’ Winoa heard someone speak from behind her. She didn’t recognize the voice at all. There stood a shining being that shone with many different colours. It looked strong yet peaceful and smiled caringly at Winoa.

‘Who are you?’ she asked?

‘Precious,’ it said, ‘My name is Precious, Winoa.’

‘How do you know my name?’

‘I know everything about you. I made you.’ At this point Winoa was completely confused. She didn’t understand what was going on at all.

‘The Crown made me,’ she answered.

‘No, the Crown trapped you. You are a being of light, just like me. I made you like myself. But the Prince and His Father put you in this body that you’re now stuck in.’

‘But I like living like this?’ said Winoa.

‘Of course you would. They made you forget how you used to be so now this is all you know. But if you swear your alliagence to me. You will be restored.’

‘The Prince has warned that the day we swear our alliagence to another will be the day that Death will come upon us.’

‘Did he really say that? Look at me; do I look dead to you? They were jealous and afraid that you would become greater than them. And they know that once you swear your allegiance to me, you will know what they know and you will be like them.’ At the sound of this Winoa’s eyes widened. ‘Like them?’ she thought to herself. ‘Why not?’ I mean after all, the Crown did trap her here, she thought.
And what didn’t they want her to know? And even though she didn’t really understand what being dead was, she argued that he looked perfectly fine. She thought the Crown had lied.

‘I swear my alliagence to you Precious,’ said Winoa kneeling.

‘NO!’ came a shout from afar. It was Ekan. He was running over as fast as he could towards them.

‘Winoa! How could you?’

‘The Crown is lying to us Ekan. We were made by Precious to be like him. The Crown trapped us in these bodies because they were afraid. But Precious will restore us. Just swear your alliagence to him and everything will be okay.’

‘You know well,’ replied Ekan, not believing what he had heard Winoa say, ‘the day we swear alliagence to another-

‘Death will come upon us?’ said Winoa mockingly.’

‘I did it and nothing happened to me?’ she added. But something did happen. Ekan could see it in her eyes. The loving glow and life he once saw in his wife was gone. She was different. Compared to how she used to be, it was as if she really had died.

‘But Winoa-

‘Don’t be a fool Ekan! You’re such a coward,’ she snapped. For the first time ever, Ekan experience a painful feeling in his heart. He was hurt. Winoa never spoke to him like this before. Now the wife he loved with all his being had just committed high treason and called him both a fool and coward. All this made him feel sorrow, for the first time since he was created. With a deep sigh, Ekan knelt to the ground on one knee.

‘I swear my alliagence to you… Precious.’

Almost immediately, the light that covered both Ekan and his wife faded away.
Suddenly the sky became dark and a rumbling was heard in the clouds.

‘That’s never happened before,’ said Ekan, petrified. Fear. For the first time ever, he felt pure fear.

‘I don’t like it! What’s going on? Precious, help us,’ shouted Winoa. The loud thunder and gusts of wind made it very heard for them to hear each other.

‘Why would I want to help you,’ smirked Precious. As he spoke, the light that shone from him faded completely away. And there in front of them was no longer the face of a kind stranger but that of an evil smile. A smile that said ‘I’ve got you now.’ Not only did he not shine anymore. But Ekan and Winoa also noticed that they no longer had light coming from them. They realized that nothing at all was covering them and with that realization they experienced coldness like never be for. The worst part though was, and knew it; the Crown would not be pleased.
So they ran towards the nearest bush, to keep shelter from the wind. There they tried to make some kind of covering out of the leaves. It didn’t work for them at all. Suddenly there was stillness in the air. A bright light appeared in the middle of the field. It was the Prince and they knew it. They couldn’t even look directly at him anymore. This light that once gave them comfort and peace, now only made them more aware of what they had become.

‘Ekan. Winoa. Where are you?’ said the Prince. It was both in a loving and angry tone, all at once. Ekan and Winoa couldn’t bare the thought of facing him.
You see, for the first time, they felt that daunting feeling that we’ve all faced in our lives before; Shame.

‘Ekan. Winoa. Where are you?’ said the Prince once more. They couldn’t do it any longer. They couldn’t stay hidden. The guilt was overwhelming.

‘Over here!’ said Ekan walking out into the open, with his head bowed in shame.

‘We were hiding,’ he added, ‘because we realized we had no covering and needed something to protect us.’ As soon as Ekan finished the sentence, the Prince let out a deep sigh.

‘How did you know you had no covering? Unless you did what I warned you not to and now you have no light left in you.’

‘It’s not my fault,’ answered Ekan, ‘It was the woman that you gave me. Winoa. She is the one who made me do it.’

‘Winoa,’ said the Prince, looking at where she hid. Immediately she came out from behind the bush. Crying intensely she fell on her knees and put her hands together.

‘It…it… it was… Precious, he… he tricked… me into doing it,’ cried Winoa. Her tears prevented her from speaking properly. And she continued to weep bitterly in the soil. By now the Prince’s complexion changed. He was burning with anger.

‘Shymhal! Come here!’ he shouted. And there came the being formally known as Precious. Cowering at the thundering voice of the Prince, he came forward bowing his head.

‘You! Shymhal! You’re cursed forever! You evil serpent. I will put hatred between you and women. And a woman will give birth to a son. And he, you will harm but he will crush you.’ After having sentenced Shymhal to his destruction he turned his attention towards Ekan.

‘You Ekan. The head of all Akionons have done your race a great displeasure. From now on you will work very hard to grow your living. And the ground itself will not easily hand over its goods to you. And I warned you that the day you do this you will die. And surely, you have died. You are dying. And you will die. From the dust of the ground did I make you and to the dust you will return.’ Ekan fell to ground after hearing this. It was all too much for him to handle. He never could have imagined that it would be this horrible.

‘Winoa. From now on when you have a child, it will not be a pleasant time filled with joy. Instead it will be one of pain. Yet you’ll still want to have your husband. And he will be in charge of you.’

‘Both of you, ‘added the Prince, ‘Are not able to stay in the garden anymore. Instead you must both leave here and go to the wastelands. Where you will work the ground to make it habitable. You wanted to make it on your own. And now you will.’

‘Did you not know, that you are the slaves of whatever you surrender yourselves to? When you surrendered yourselves to me you were good. And everything you did was good. But now you surrendered yourselves to evil. Your very nature is now evil. All evil is treason. By nature you will now only do treason.’

With that being said, Ekan and Winoa huddled together. They only had each other in this world. They didn’t only ruin themselves but the whole universe had now been thrown into chaos. This was made clear to them when before their very eyes Sidgeway attacked and killed Mikila. Ekan knew very well that what they did was wrong. He also knew that the King’s laws demanded that they should be destroyed. So the very fact that they were still alive was a surprise.

The Crown looked at his children, and his eyes filled up with tears and he felt pity for them in his heart. He looked up at the sky and began to ascend. Away from them. He couldn’t stay and they couldn’t be near him. Their shame was too great.

Shymhal stood in on a high mountain and looked at the sky triumphantly. He felt like he had accomplished something. He finally had the whole universe under his authority.

‘You see O mighty King,’ he said, laughing into the wind with his fists raised to the air, ‘If you would’ve just let me have your throne, none of this would have happened. I would’ve let you keep these… these inferior things that you like to call your friends. I wonder how you plan on saving them. Since you’re just and have to punish them. I think I can say, I win!’

And just as he finished speaking, the rebels began flying down from the sky in their thousands. All of them laughing and jeering destroying what they saw.

The world was now plunged into darkness. Not physically. But this darkness was a lot worse. And it would be trouble for every Akionon that would be born on this planet. But their story had only just begun.

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