Crystal Shade Episodes 01

in Aserian in her mind.
    We’re going home, she thought with relief. Home.
    “Senra, ‘yra, meda, vye, senia, shena, ‘yren, ane’yren.” As she reached eleven, something loud rumbled not so far away.
    What, what was this rumbling? her thought terrified while she looked around. She calmed as she found herself in the night, which embraced the flying Anshara.
    “So?” asked her father.
    “Eleven moments. That’s eleven thousand steps; one league,” grinned Grace as she determined the distance of the far off lightning and the storm that raged. Her father proudly nodded.
    Strange. I feel light. Lighter than the air, her soul thought. Flying. Strange. It is frightening. But why? I have never been afraid of it before, she meditated. I know I’m safe. But I hate flying.
    Grace saw the passing darker shadows of trees below and the storm clouds at a distance. A small green orb zipped up and paced them on the starboard side of the craft.
    “Look, mother,” Margey looked back at Grace.
    “Aurora. Look. A Guardian,” Margey whispered to her sleepy daughter who rested in her arms. Little Aurora looked at the small orb and her sleepy eyes smiled.
    “Is he guarding Chosovi?” her soft voice asked while the orb rounded the craft and flew to the starboard side near Aurora. The orb peeked into the craft while Aurora put her tiny hand on the transparent wall.
    “They’re always guarding and watching over us, Aurora,” their father responded while he followed the orb with his eyes. “They’re always with us, even if we do not see them.”
    “Come in, Aserian,” Aurora invited sweetly. The orb slowly passed through the wall. Aurora opened her little palm, the green orb floated above it.
    “He knows my name. He is guarding me,” Aurora whispered with a smile. Her mother watched Aurora study the orb.
    Grace knew that her sister was seeing her guardian in his orb form for the first time. She didn’t want to say anything. She remembered when she first saw the guardian in her life and she was never going to forget the thrill of that even if she didn’t remember her face.
    This soul had watched over Aurora since her birth. Now, this was her sister’s priceless moment. It was the moment when he revealed himself for a short time to his human charge and she finally met her guardian spirit. The first encounter took the crown on that wonderful night. As Grace watched the green orb, it told a lot with its color; unlike her guardian, Aurora’s green aura guardian described a balanced, harmonious, and peaceful personality. He needed harmony in his life. He was open, extroverted, expressive, friendly, communicative, and heartfelt. One who perfectly fit her little sister.
    Grace had already thought the green kimama in the jasnaia garden was sent by her sister’s guardian to watch over her. Did you guide her there?
    “He said he will be with me forever.” Awed, Aurora looked to her mother. “He says I need to sleep now,” she continued while she looked back at the orb, her voice, and face pouting. “Don’t go, my Guardian. Please,” begged the little girl, and then after a short moment she smiled. “Yes, I promise.”
    The bright orb circled above Aurora’s palm. She giggled before the green orb raced through the transparent wall and up into the darkness.
    “Ta-ta, Guardian. Ta-ta,” Aurora waved after the orb. She put her nose to the transparent wall, while her mirroring eyes followed the orb for a long time until it disappeared in the clouds. The little girl yawned greatly, and then curiously watched the clouds in the hope the shiny orb would return.
    “Always remember this moment, my baby girl,” her mother whispered into her ear. After a second yawn, Aurora looked back at her. Her eyes whispered her little soul’s desire for sleep.
    Margey looked fondly at the sleepy daughter in her arms and gently kissed her forehead.
    “It’s time to sleep, Aurora,” she whispered and sung to her.

    Sleep, my darling, I will be here,
    Sleep, my little angel until morn’s near.
    Sleep deep, sleep well, my little child of light,
    Sleep well my angel, sleep well tonight.

    Aurora’s eyelids slowly drooped. The little girl innocently yawned while she fell asleep. Grace watched her beloved sister dive into the world of dreams in the arms of their mother. The song awoke long forgotten feelings in Grace, who also loved this lullaby. Her mother had sung this to her too when she was younger. Her angelic voice brought