Crystal Shade Episodes 01

indescribable joy to everyone who heard it; her tenderness brought peace to everyone’s heart.
    A soft noise slid into Grace’s sensitive ears, a cracking sound. She looked around, but she saw nothing. Then she heard the soft noise again. It was the unmistakable, delicate sound of glass or ice slowly fracturing. She couldn’t tell where the noise came from. It disturbed her, her restless soul felt danger, and knew that something was not right. Her mother looked back at Grace and smiled.
    “I love you, my little angel,” she whispered to her older daughter.
    A bright flash of distant lightning blinded Grace and awakened her soul to the blue whirling smoke that once again danced around her.
    I should go home. Home, calm, she thought. Suddenly an opening emerged in the smoke and a curious looking shadowy silhouette rested on the ground. Who could be sprawled within the whirling blue smoke? she wondered. Maybe they can help me and tell me where I am and how to get home. I want to go home to sleep.
    Grace wanted to move, but she felt so weak. The sapphire spiritual world swirled around her soul while the shape in front of her became clearer.
    It’s me. And our Anshara. I’m lying among the wreckage of Chosovi, she realized, but her soul somehow remained calm. She was embraced by endless love and peace, yet a little disappointment crept in. My face and my hair are dirty. But the rain is cleaning the dirt. My beautiful sapphire clothes are rent and burned , she thought with great sorrow. My mirroring eyes are gazing toward the stars. I’ll watch them for eternity. I always loved the stars. I’m watching my home, where all of us came from. I feel it, and the rain that douses the fire that burns me. Eecrys Aredia is sad, crying for me, crying for us all. But her tears will make the morning beautiful. I await that morning. But I need to go home. Mother is waiting for me. She is calling me.
    A lightning strike nearby blinded Grace’s lonely little soul. In the next moment, a hooded shadowy figure crouched in front of her; that strange mysterious old man from Odess’iana. But now he had wings. The wind softly blew his ancient, worn, and ragged wings; he was an old Aserian. Like before, he wore a long black cloak with the hood hiding his face. Only his eyes were visible and gazed down at her, they watched her with love and tenderness. Even though it was dark, they mirrored emptiness and void, which scared Grace’s lonely soul.
    Long time no see, Angeni , the thoughts of the shadowy figure rattled around her soul. Like his voice back in the alley, his thoughts were tired and old. His shape blurred in the swirling spiritual world.
    Angeni. Why is he calling me Angeni? her soul wondered, but she felt and knew; unlike before, now the stranger addressed her directly with this name. My, my name is Grace. And...
    Her soul suddenly awakened at the thought of her own name and became desperate as she realized what had happened. Wounds quickly opened in the soul’s memory. Every thought of her past poured in, the joyful as well as painful memories flooded her existence.
    The first day she met her newborn sister, Aurora, the joyful days that her family spent together. The days were spent under the cold blue beams of Sachylia, in the large grassy meadow where she watched her favourite tasunkes at play. Her very first imaginary self-portrait, a stick angel with the wings she always dreamt of, the first sketch of her family and the beautiful smile of her mother. She saw her father’s love when he brought a small gift to his little angel’s seventh birthday. The gift garnered during the long trips with mom, dad and sister in the seventh and the eleventh provinces to discover the unknown. The sometimes defiant, if kind and curious behavior of her little sister and the memories as they happily played on the large grassy plain near their home in Seradelphia memory teased her. The moment she made her promise to protect Eecrys Aredia. She smiled thinking of the kind fire breather, who taught her how to tame the fire. And the green kimama that guarded her lost sister before they watched the beautiful crystal nightfall together. She could still hear the music and the singing in the Odess’ianan Long Hall, as well as that lovely small green orb.
    Then the fear hit and the horror in the eyes of her family members.
    The aura ball! It shattered! Birdie didn’t listen to father’s will anymore! she panicked as she remembered a loud noise;