Forever Never/The Dawn of Illusion
by Cheryl Pennington
copyright all content 2015
The world of Domhan moves on and each inhabitant knows their role as it was written, but to what purpose is yet uncertain. The Cave Dwellers make their way to the Horsemen but at least one Light Bringer is restless and lonely for his companion. So much prosperity and growth spreads across Inion’s world, and yet the living force rising from it may well blur their vision of Eternity….
A World in Progress
Paying careful attention to the prophetic instructions of both tribes, and with the aid of the four legged horses for transport, the newly acquainted peoples were able to share their resources and knowledge to begin an era of great change on Domhan. New tools and weapons were designed, these being forged of harder, more durable substance than that of their former wood and stone varieties. Although not certain of the purpose for all these instruments, the gentle folk followed their prophecy unquestioningly, determined that when the moment arrived, it would not find them ill prepared.
These new weapons,-swords of heavy metal,-could fell small trees in a single blow and crush rock into dust. Although the villagers continued to hunt according to their tradition, they learned to wield and master these new tools so that they need only take them up and go forth as necessary. They found many other uses for the new material and utilized it well, forging vessels for cooking and movable parts for their new transport boxes. So many ideas spilled from their minds, so many things to create, it was as though they had been reborn, and with new enthusiasm.
La Palabra continued to tend to the spiritual and health needs of her people as Guia remained Guide and Counselor. Eolas began his journey to create the language of writing that he had imagined and began teaching it to the others. Many cycles passed, many moons both full and slivered, until he knew the moment of his first child’s birth was drawing near. Realizing how long he had been away from his home, Eolas felt lonely for his beloved and was ashamed to have left Eagna alone for so long.
Palabra assured The Hunter his beloved was safely with another, a Sorceress, the Light One she herself hoped to meet soon. Evan with her assurances, Eolas would not be stilled in his worry for his loved ones and knew he had to see Eagna again soon.
Naofa was true to her word, accompanying Eagna home, her sloping meadow and still, clear lake, her tiny home which was sorely in need of attention. Together they cleared away dust and cobwebs, brightened the place with freshly picked flowers and herbs, and enjoyed the peaceful comfort that Eagna always inspired wherever she lived. Naofa admired her ability to transform any place into a home-and so quickly. Just a few natural things here and there along with something steaming or bubbling over the fire lent an atmosphere of welcome that was irresistible. Perhaps she should take a lesson or two from this wise and patient female. Patience had not been a strong point for Naofa thus far. In the presence of such warmth and comfort, the Sorceress almost held out hope that someday she would find her own companion, work to make a home, know love and to..well, that seemed so far removed from where she was in her current situation, it seemed too painfully enticing to consider seriously.
Instead she considered what their world was going to be like with the addition of so much new life. Amhain had brought so much richness to the life of M’na and Fireann, and their most fervent hope was an increase in that happiness with the coming of a new child. Eolas and Eagna were also very deserving of such a gift. She simply would not allow her mind to drift to the darker aspect of the miracle, of the deception…. and a good thing it was, for the Dark Watcher had become ever more diligent in finding moments to peer through his portal, as always unable to control the impatience that permeated his being.
In Foirfeachta M’na settled into making ready for the infant soon to arrive, while the males continued their bonding, hunting and loving care for the female who balanced so delicately on the ebb and flow of her emotional ocean. Many cycles and moons passed uneventfully across the face of Domhan but for the unfolding of the prophecy. Those who kept watch over the Word were bewildered when they realized that no more were their lives being foretold to them. No new etchings appeared on the black cave walls, no visions came to the blind Fhair, and there were no more night terrors for the Light Ones. Many late night discussions around dwindling firelight brought no conclusions to the questioning minds of the humans that sought to enhance their own lives through creation.
Had they been abandoned by Eternity? Of course not, the Wise Counselors assured them; and so they continued their meditations and ceremonies, receiving the signs they were promised as they faithfully accepted that they were not alone on their world. Their cycles were long and productive and filled with hope. Before long, many of the females were with child; and there was an intense energy rising from Domhan’s surface, a contradiction that glowed as a bright beacon even as it forged a formidable barrier between them and their Creators…..