Earth's first prime She (Book 1)

Time 2

"The wild willow-woods' voiceless nuns—knelt to pray. "

- I just told you! Don't rush in here!

You will run out of breath and I will not be able to defend you.

Don't say I didn't tell you, and that I had to sign. 

The air grew chill around the old woman taking care of Lilla. Loud beat of her goddess's heart she is hearing, and the wind echoed the beat, unseen, through all. All harts skip one beat of their own. Oblivion is the name.

   Lilla is Lilith. The first and the only one God created from the light of the Shunya. The void. The nothingness. Therefore, every time she appeared, small lines of blue light were flying all around, growing and playing, surrounding her 'till she was formed into the most ethereal creatures of all. Her beauty's not for words to describe. 'Nor for tears to cry. The beauty of all, the pain that never grows, the silence that screams loud from all the sounds. Her hair is long, feet long. Dark with blue shades, eyes green as the grass in springtime, skin as the sky in summer. Nothing and no-one can describe her. Well, and she was Soft, sensuous but always grumpy.

"O Lilith, now arise ..." the voices of the elders from the Willow Tree are in fear.   

"Loud crying there.

O'né comes here just because of Razie,  the angel of secrets.  l. His is the unknown king of the humans. Only for about 1000 years. And 1 day now. Because the hour is 1.27 a.m. and the Oblivion has started.

The old woman came out from a sudden opening in the willow tree and spoke whispering.

— She's weak. She can not awake.

O'né looks with his sad eyes at the elders. Not knowing what to do or what to say except:

— Now what? What do we do? We can not enter. And the old lady can't help.

— Call them all, screamed an elder. Call them all.... now!.

He was talking about the kings of all beings. There wasn't such a meeting until the beginning of time. Never they needed to meet.

And O'ne was the one that could to that in one blink of an eye. So he did.

— At the willow tree from the Island of Agartha. 

The dark blueness starts to cover the earth. The weakest are the first to fall asleep. Old man and woman, the smallest children, ill people. Some, dotted with good instinct felt something is wrong because of the soft pain in their blood. That's why they just surrender and close their eyes in their

own bed. Saddens.

The angels and demons come all since they do not have a king, but God itself. Soon the island was crowded. Still, no sound. They barely could speak.

— Dumah, where is Dumah? Ask the elder that asks for the summoning.

Artiya'll land softly just right to the old woman. I left him at the werewolf. Those are loud pests that always fight. Hope this will slow the motion of the state we are in.

— And God? Why the Father .... one of the angels asked.

— He ... Raziel is trying not to scream.

O'né answered instead:

— He doesn't give a penny about us. It is our fault.

Silence. Again. Not because they stayed silent, but because Oblivion was close to them.

Elder Llys raise his look to the frightened old woman. She never met the kings in one place. And she has never seen the angels. But that man, who was him? Looking at O'né.

O'né is the figure that, with the exceptions of the kings and all the other angels and demons, and elders, no one knows anything. Who is he? Tall, dark skin, no color in the eye. Was he blind? Skin scared all over the place. That man looked like a monster.

— Well? O'né voice soft reminds her of where she is. Ah, old woman, I'm your king, speak, now! How do we get in?

— What?! The old woman growl. You can't! It's forbidden. You will be ashes before the first step.

Artiya'll take her grief away;

- Speak about what happened. And slowly took her hand and put her down earth. From the beginning now.

— Well, the old woman, looked at the tree and...

— Who are you, asked the Mage King?

— Yes, the others ask all around.

The Vampire Vlad stood silent.

Alexander, the Lycantroph King, also. From all the beings here, only they and the angels are originals. O'né also.

Alexander's voice was like thunder when he growled.

Vlad's voice ... like ... shushed them all in an instant. Tz, tz,tz...

— She has no name. She is a woman, Alexander spoke.

— How do we call her, ask the Witch Queen?

— Just "you" or old woman, or woman, Vlad answer.

The old woman was petrified. She realized that she never was given a name.

Artiya'll raise his hand and light fall for the willow tree. They stood silent.

O'né asked the woman:

— Tell now...

And she starts.