Chapter 3: 3

The husband looked at Sylvia. „Can you think of anything in particular, my love? „Yes. Perhaps it's presumptuous of me. But I can't help thinking that... „What? insisted her husband because she did not finish her sentence. „That this noise is that of a child's cry. A child crying alone. „You think? „I don't know, but I have this strange certainty that it's the truth. Then, looking around them, and seeing people wondering just as much about the cause of this extraordinary magic, Sylvia pulled herself together and laughed to herself. „My darling. You really must stop me from talking nonsense, from saying it so loudly, and forcing yourself to believe me. Me daring to presume the nature of this sound, coming from a realm that no one has ever explored. But her husband shook his head slowly with gravity. „I, Sylvia, no matter what you think of yourself and your ideas, even if no one would be able to understand it, I trust your instincts and your certainties. The young woman smiled passionately. „I see, I love you. None of them spoke again about this phenomenon, and in any case no one would ever be able to explain it. However, three days later, this mystery happened again. But this time, it was not during the day, but in the evening, just as the sun had fallen asleep hidden by the horizons. The sounds were more intense and deeper. And again, the city was plunged into an invincible trance, all the beings in the city, except Sylvia and her husband. Thinking at first that they had escaped the great magic, they did not wait long to see that they had been spared on purpose. The Brimives flew into town and came to them. With gestures, they asked the couple to follow them. After a short hesitation, they agreed. The winged beings obviously led them to the island. The sea diminished as they approached the water's edge to reveal a special path. Sparkles appeared along the path to the island. Hesitantly, the couple finally decided to move forward. As soon as they set foot on the road, it began to move and quickly transported them to the sacred island. When they arrived, a path formed in front of them again, and many extraordinary things appeared around them, astral rays, enchanted echoes that grew louder, rustling leaves and light waves, which always pushed them forward, and guided them towards the heart of the island, where the reason for the existence of this impenetrable kingdom was... The mist disappeared even as they passed, then closed behind them. After several hours of walking, they finally arrived at a huge wall of gray rock, where a large double door stood, imposing and engraved with an impressive and probably imperial symbol. The Brimives used their magic to open it. Then what the couple discovered behind the walls was simply spectacular. Like a garden of light and color created by magic. It was all based on ancient architecture, made of colossal columns and huge terraces, erected over the ocean. Beautiful and colorful flowers and trees were scattered everywhere and bloomed gracefully. The Brimives flew freely and probably lived in great harmony. Everywhere was engraved an incomprehensible but sublime writing, as well as the majestic symbol engraved on the front door, but on high. A monumental staircase rose before them to the center of the monument. The couple strolled through this magical place, admiring the starlight illuminating the flora and all the precious objects that magnified every part of the preserved kingdom. Then they went up the stairs. Then they crossed some terraces where there were different statues and works of beauty, when they finally arrived at the main chamber. Several pillars supported it, and in the middle was a large oval fireplace made of ochre and gold rock. And this contained a cradle where a child was sleeping. It was covered with a white gold cloth, streaked with several gold threads and decorated with an imperial symbol. Amazed, the couple slowly approached, and took the baby in their arms. His little body was very white, a little too white, which contrasted incredibly with his fine blue hair. Nevertheless, he was beautiful and hinted at a greater beauty in the future. And when he opened his eyes and looked at them, they stopped breathing, struck by the depth and splendor of his minnow eyes. „He is beautiful. „Yes," agreed Sylvia, moved. „But what should we call him? On the stone of the fireplace was engraved a name. „Egeor. But as soon as they pronounced this word, undoubtedly illustrious and magical, a terrible earthquake occurred. So terrible that the whole place cracked from side to side and collapsed horribly. The Brimives flew into the sky leaving a wave of golden feathers in their wake, leaving the couple alone with the baby. But they did not have to worry, because a sphere immediately formed around them, immense and powerful, protecting them from the cataclysm. Egeor lit up, symbols were inscribed on his body, and the sphere that enveloped them so beautifully grew and grew to repel the earthquake and everything else. The island slowly sank into the sea, while the couple returned to the land, transported by the magic of their "son". As they watched the island disappear into the sea, they embraced, the baby waving happily in their arms, and watched the dawn break. Sylvia remembered, so well, and closed her eyes, letting her tears flow. „Mama, I thank you for everything. His father appeared, leaning against the door, elegant in his custom-made midnight blue suit, his silver-white hair shining soberly under the light of the chandeliers. Quietly, he observed the poignant scene, and understood perfectly what it meant. Egeor approached his father and entrusted him with his mother. „Are you leaving? „Yes. It's time," he said calmly. His father was distraught and could only rub his neck. „I see. Have you eaten? „Yes, I had breakfast with Mama. I'm ready now.