No one could believe their eyes. A huge znaid flying over them! The wing span was unbelievable. Sitting on the znaid they saw Me-Na-Ra. She looked majestic, regal. Who could ride a znaid other than a goddess? She was born to rule the Zolopts. She is definitely a goddess. She is not just a queen, she is the supreme queen, Oyar Lealoh, and she is the goddess, okhaii.
The beast let out a huge roar. Its three mouths spit fire into the air. The entire folk were afraid of the sight. They bent their knees to the ground, their heads lowered with respect as the znaid slowly landed on the soil.
As the beast lowered her body, Me-Na-Ra stepped down into the soil.
“Okhaii, okhaii, okhaii …” the folks started chanting.
Me-Na-Ra didn’t know what to tell them. I am no okhaii. She looked around, everyo
