Time 3

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Trampled down in the beaded tear grass, the Wizard comes close. The Wizard king was something between an angel and a human. Incubus like. The story of all will unfold if they will live Oblivion. Well, in 1278, the day of the New Year she just....disappear.   Alexander and Vlad froze. That was the year of the birth of... Eva reincarnated. But wasn't she is dead shortly after her birth?!  — How? What do you mean to disappear? Like in thin air? An elder asks. — No, like someone took her when no one was looking. —Impossible! All scream. — I do not know of that. But it happened. We search every corner of this earth. Even the underground. Needless to say, we could not found her. The woman took a profound sigh and continue. Many of us died until me. I manage to find in a cave a primeval man. Or woman. I'm not sure. It did not look like it has genitals what so ever. So, genderless. Well, they did survive this world untamed and still able to communicate with the earth by staying hidden deep in the caves and savage forest of the sss. After I spend o couple of years with it, I was capable to make it trust me. I've sung about the goddess. When I spoke her name Lilith, "it"started to run and jump: Lilla, Lilla, Lilla..... — Lilla, yes, it's well known that those close to her, friend, gave her this nickname, Vlad spoke. And his voice trembled a little while hi begun to lose focus of what is happening and remembering his past with Lilla. —The elders are losing it, they are falling asleep, the queen with screamed. O'né and Raziel turned their bodies and stop the crowd. — Continue, Raziel spoke. "It" then cut her self on the upper arm and start drawing the walls of the cave. A woman "It" draw: her rounded shoulders looked warm and bare and, netted, sunshine, lustrous hair fall till the ground. The shape was delicate and yes, there she was. I scream at "It" and immediately ask where she was. My goddess, I have never seen or spoke with. "It" got scared and run. About a month ago I found "it" with others. This time they took me to her. She was there. A sadness bitter-sweet I felt.  The wind, low-sighing, faint, and we all stood still. The old woman stopped her story. —Do not! Alexander growl.  Well...  I contact the elders and the nuns, and Father gave us this island that was lost in the deep water. He forbid us to spoke of and then nothing. Only I am allowed to enter. But not because of the magic, but because the island is alive. And the willow tree also. They will eat you in a moment if you try. I could not find who did that, and now it is not important since Oblivion is coming.  She starts crying. — What do I do?! I failed my goddess.  O'né looks shocked.  Dumah landed silently.  Few fall asleep. The witch, the mage, and some demons and angels. — Dumah....the Willow tree spoke and all remain in stillness. Enter. Ah. Dumah... The angel of Silence has not always been silent. He knew to sing. His voice was ....out of any world. But then he falls. In love. Watching while The Father was creating Lilith he was mesmerized. Maybe too much to notice that another one was watching, Lucifer. The first angel God made. When Lilith got shape Dumah was lost. Never felt this feeling. because he has no soul. His task was time: the past, the present and the future were his duty. To make them harmonized. Two rules: do not interfere and never tell. Ah, but Lilith lay her gaze on him. Her hand almost touch his neck. She got close to him, smell him. Let her head on one side and her breath felt on his shoulder. Dumah is an angel like no other: A vision from beyond no different from a vision from within. only in complete solitude and isolation, you can truly have a clear vision. And Lilith was all light. But silent light. Blue light. Because, isn't so, God creation was made in silence. Light does not speak. At her sight, he falls. Lucifer also. And Duma's last words were, "I sing no more." God looked at his son and left the words. Silence. Darkness.  Lucifer was angry as much as the angel can be. He looked for Lilla to be alone and approached her. -You... - The truth is that the only culture you have should have polished your intelligence and shaped your spirit. - You're afraid? The words escaped me. His voice bothered me the most. Because it's a serious, almost grumpy voice. - Why should I be afraid? A vein swelled on his left temple and pulsed in an atrocious rhythm. And how the hell did you come to that conclusion? I raised a finger to my eyes as if trying to better fix my image on him, and I answered: - Because a man with your education would never think of giving free verdicts, without a careful analysis, without judging, that is. - Yes, but you don't know that in this game the idea I care about is to fool God. - On God? He laughed out loud. - Yes, God, no one but God the Father. There must have been some confusion on my face because I don't know anything else that might have made him laugh so much. A coarse, vulgar, desiccated laugh. I m not the sun or the moon. I'm not your conception of life or anything. I'm not your w***e, but you don't forget to make me feel like that every day, running away with all kinds of ideas and dreams the peace I want, after which I long. 
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