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Our history is a riddle within an enigma. You will find a grain of truth among the confusion and purposeful twisting of it. Twisting that has been set down as accurate records of the divine history of our world on purpose. What I tell you is a mixture of both the truth and purposeful twisting of this truth. Why do you ask, do go to such extremes? We do not seek to mislead our people, our children in the Flesh Time. This is done for the very survival of the Flesh Time itself, this twisting of the truth. So take all that I say with caution. Just know that in the Imaji everything has more than one side.
My mother often describes herself in these words:
This is the best way to describe who we are and our history.
As for my Mother's fate, all of our hopes and dreams lay with her, so Ki'tar handed her over to the Imaji Empress (some say this is my Grandmother -- the Lady in disguise) and her consort, a Fallen Angel from the Earth Realm who under went the rebirth process by Ki'tar's own hands.
Ka'amil was my mother's surrogate father. He was a Fallen ArchAngel who had been tossed from the Heavens after a second war waged across that realm. Ka'amil left his native realm roaming with out course across the universe. Angry, outraged at having been forced sired, he brought destruction to the worlds that came across his path. By sheer luck or divine intervention, he came upon the Imaji Realm. There the Lady conquered the Beast that raged within him, and he took his place as the Imaji Empress' consort.
"I'm a mystery wrapped within an enigma wrapped within a question. Who am I?"
Night slowly give way to daylight, daylight gives away to darkness -- until the Shi'aarae and the Imaji Empress stand face to face in the Great Hall of Stonehaven.
Odalys:: "We finally meet again Ki'tar."
He opens up his well worn black travelling robes, then slowly unfastens the silver clasps that hold the ivory silk shirt in place. The sides of the shirt fall apart revealing the taut flesh over his swollen left side, the rib cage is accentuated over the flesh is being pulled back over bone tightly.
Ki'tar:: "Touch her, open up your mind to her," in a gentle fatherly tone," and then decide her fate."
Her wide frosted orbs gaze upon the swollen - taut side. She slowly leans forward, hands outstretched and trembling as she reaches out to caress his side. Simply closes her eyes, as open palms explore the warm bulge. Her mind reaches out gently to the unborn within him to carefully. Being overwhelmed by the wee one's mental contact, she kneels down in front of him to rest the side of her face against his exposed side, tilts her head back to gaze up to him.
Odalys:: "She will be my daughter before the eve is over."
Ki'tar:: "Aye we do, your Highness," chuckles softly catching a glimpse of the young Gargoli'xay, Fireblade,"it seems we are being watched."
Odalys:: "I know," with a soft sigh she peers out of the corner of those frosted orbs to watch the crimson Gargoli'xay, before lowering to the watch the patterns on the bare stone floor.
Ki'tar:: "What we do tis for the best."
Odalys:: "Are thou... so sure?," with hesitation as once more her gaze lifts up to meet his, doubt and fear are clearly marked in those frosted orbs.
Ki'tar:: "Things are in motion,M'dear, we cannot turn back," peers over his shoulder once more to gaze upon Fireblade,"the young Gargoli'xay has already agreed to be her guardian," returns her gaze to hers," and has already bidded farewell to the one who would have been his life long mate. Do not back out child!," in a firm tight tone." If thou does, all will be lost. You are my last hope."
Concepts of Odalys, Ki'tar, Ka'amil, the Imaji Realm and all related material are the intellectual property of Grizell E. Blessing B. (GEBB) and may not be reproduced in any form or fashion without expressed written permission of the author, © 1990 - 2002.
Midi is of "Nothing Else Matters" and is copyrighted to Metallica.
