The Third Son
Covering verses and dimensions and all that a mere human can't. The energy that once lived in a body whom the people called 'Vyom' in some other world has now rested a lot and is on a move again, in a different world in which he has made an entry that seems some what of a royal ceremony. Words of great meanings are chanted but there are still many things to know, many secrets to reveal and many conspiracies that are waiting to hatch at the moment they are intended.
Consciousness, something that doesn’t belongs to a person or lives in boundaries, consciousness is energy, an energy just like other of its forms but still different from all of them. It’s like a person on a long journey, a journey that never ends and continues as time flows. No form no, shapes, a consciousness is constantly moving, beyond the limits we set and what we see, it travels far-far away from what we can only think of but the energy lives it all.
In a world a man has died, and along with him has died his relations, his feelings, his senses and every other physical barrier. In a cliff stays his last moments unknown and unseen in a metal body that was called in that world a ‘car’. Inside the metal scrap he lies, with someone he loved, his hands were in a position stretched out. It seems like he tried to close the eyes of the one he loved before he was fading, but there was none to close his eyes.
Now he lies there with a number of reflections still being formed in his eyes, the brain still where it should be but no energy that can sense and think. With the effect of time what’ll be dried is his flesh just like an old worn-out dress, but his consciousness?? It’s somewhere far-far away floating through distinct verses and distances that we can just think but can’t measure . Alongside several small twinkling lights who have also left their previous dresses to find a new one in some other world, in some other form, is travelling the fragment of light that concerns us the most. Penetrating realms and floating above worlds across uncountable dimensions it’s now finally separated from the rest of the small twinkling lights to live again the life of an individual in a world where it’s needed the most.
Again, functioning and sensing the reflections being formed through a pair of new eyes!
The great star that brought life on this world had just begin to dawn and when it’s first rays touched the black hard surface, the crowd that was present there saw what they all awaited.
“Father! Father!”, cried a small boy who stood there with his left hand grabbed by a figure whom he called for, “Is that uncle Vulkrix?”, he asked eagerly at the sight of a man who kept taking steps forward. “Oh, keep peace little boy, I’m still in a bit of sleep”, the father yawned. Recovering from his yawn he spoke with a sigh, “I was never interested in rituals, that too this early at dawn, and ya that’s your uncle there.”
Everybody saw the man who walked. But the man saw the baby who fussed in his arms, newly born though. In front of the man stood a great volcanic mountain but his steps stopped near a priest in white clothes and a brooch black in color and a flower engraved on it below his left collar bone pinned on his dress. They stood there on the surface hard and black. The man radiated from his attitude the sincerity that he had in his heart carrying the baby in his arms who fussed and made a few noises due to the excessive warmth from the volcano.
At a distance stood a bunch of people who had their eyes fixed on the three, and then spoke the priest with great wisdom and faith in his voice: -
“THE EYES THAT WATCH over us all, beyond the limits of what we see judging the sins and virtue and preaching the truth that stands hidden. In the light of the great star ‘Varak’, THE EYES asks an ember of the First Flame ignited by the flame ‘Voharix Ryterra’ who rests, brother of the flame ‘Verion Ryterra’, ‘Vulkrix Ryterra’. What he brings here to purify?”
Everyone now had their sight fixed on Vulkrix and they all waited to hear what he has to say, and now upon being asked in the name of the eyes, he took a glance of the baby’s face, paused for a moment and raising his head once again making an eye contact with the volcano that stood there, he spoke with wisdom: -
“I bring here neither a rune nor a stone, also not a doll made up of flesh and blood, What I bring here is a heart that carries the warmth of the First Flame who lived and shined, I bring here a new ember, in the form of a boy who has been ignited by my blood and will and by the wish of the eyes who stand here in the form of the great mountain-‘The Seeker’. An ember who may in need be a flame that brings warmth and purity if decided by the divine will. I pray to the great mountain who carries in itself the essence of the Ethenia, may the heat flow in his veins, may his sins from his pasts be burned and freed like smoke and may he rest in the form of ash freed by the flames who purify. By the will of the eyes, on the land protected by the grace of the protector, I bring to the seeker, the third ember of the KINGDOM OF FLAMES, ’Vulkron Ryterra’!!!!”
The crowd that consisted of all the royal guests and members who cheered and hailed the baby boy with cries of joy, “Long shine the ember!!!”, “Long shine Vulkron!!!!”
Between the only audible sound, the sound of hails, the priest moved with his steps aiming towards the feet of the mountain that stood.. When he reached, he bent to pick up a stone black in color. He brought it with him, placed it in a furnace and kept it inside till it turned orange and then brought it out and engraved on it a flower, cooled it in an instant by a special water he kept in a container near the furnace making the stone return back to its original color and gave it to Vulkrix and said, “May he be blessed by the warmth we all seek. May he shine long!!”
The ceremony was over and everybody were now in their carriages that sailed past a river that separated the ceremonial site from the mainland, The most prominent carrier that shined when the rays of the great star Varak brought light and life on the KINGDOM OF FLAMES, belonged to the flame Verion Ryterra, who travelled in that carriage with his wife ‘Kerova Dolare’ and his son ‘Vortrix Ryterra’. “The third ember he says, being an ember himself, do you think Vulkrix plans to make that small ember of his, a future Flame?”, with a growing interest and showing expressions to know what Verion The Flame thinks, Kerova asked.
“My brother Vulkrix is a guy who lives and let live, if something concerning his own blood is the topic, he’ll never impose his thoughts on that child, and regarding the throne of the kingdom”, Verion smirked looking towards Kerova and said, “I and you both have a lot of work still left.”
Meanwhile in the carriage where Vulkrix sat with his wife who now held the boy in her arms, everything felt calm and peaceful. For a man what can be a greater moment of pleasure and happiness other than watching his wife and new born son together and happy?
Welaira smiled at the sight of her baby who smiled, and giggled and when their carrier moved forward in the river and through the window came in the ray of light that shined on the baby’s face and revealed the true color of his iris, but the child admitted his un-comfort by trying to cover his face by his tiny hands. Noticing the efforts of the child, Welaira placed her hand above the baby’s face that casted a shadow of relief. “He has got an iris red as wine!”, not able to control her happiness she kept smiling and admiring her child till her heart’s content. “His hands are a shade of red, his hair are still to grow but I’m eager to know what he looks like!” She talked and talked while Vulkrix smiled at the sight of the two, his family.
“I wanna ask……”, Welaira hesitated and her smile somehow was replaced by serious expressions of concern. “Will he really try to be a flame?”, she asked in a low voice with fear being clearly visible.
“He’ll decide himself when he comes of age”, Vulkrix answered calmly, being aware of everything.
“Will you……”, Welaira still maintaining a low tone continued
“Will you, allow him?”, she finally asked.
“The first rule of being a flame is leaving all fears that bind, if he will truly wish to be a flame someday, rather than asking me for permission he will come to inform me, what his heart says.”, Vulkrix looked at his child who was busy with his hands trying to figure out about the red color that appeared when he held them up exposed in the light.
All the carriages flowed past the river who opposed the locomotion. By the time Vortrix spent his time looking outside the carriage’s window. Kerova held him and gave an occasional warning, “Careful son!”. Suddenly little Vortrix cried, “Father! Father! See!”
“What happened small boy?” Verion leaned forward towards the window to know what his son saw.
“Another huge mountain!!”, Vortrix shouted with excitement pointing towards a distant mountain.
“Shit on that mountain!” He exclaimed on the sight of that mountain. “The cursed pile of rock.” Verion was offended.
“What is it Father? Why are you angry?”, Poor little lad asked with a feeling of guilt, he was not able to process in his mind what actually offended his father.
“What happened dear?” Kerova too joined the confusion.
“Nothing great my boy, it’s not only a mountain, watching it brings back some painful memories of mine”. Verion stated taking a look at that mountain he cursed.
“It’s what they call…….. The Devourer!
Prayers are sung and requests are made to some divine powers that exist in this world. Our main character has arrived in this world that seems less reality and more unrealistic but whatever it may be, ehat every being in every world does is to survive with what they have got, But Verion still has some words that are left complete, stay tuned for the next chapter of the Prince Of The Flames, arriving soon.
