Ecomancer

 

 

 

 

Vidcrewyr looked over the many thousands of worlds he had created. Many of them were just as he had created them. They were yet young and the spirits sent to them were just being born, becoming civilizations. Others were somewhat older with many flourishing civilizations-some at war, some at peace. Among all these he had one special favorite way in the back of the world chamber. He had picked it up just now. It was grey and snowing furiously. He knew that it shouldn’t be. It should have been spring there by now why were there now flowers blooming, no snow melting and running off into the rivers and streams from the mountains.

Vidcrewyr brought the world closer to him and looked closer. He searched high and low for the problem and then, after my hours he found it. When he came to a little cottage in the middle of a dense forest, he saw it. The soul of this world’s Bydugas was dying. It called out to him, “I am ready to return.” It was a mere whisper on the world’s wind currents, but he could here it loud and clear. Vidcrewyr had to act quickly for this Bydugas’ days were numbered to a small number of seasons in the eternal scheme. As luck would have it his chief Bryugas, a translated soul named Uguamnef had entered the chamber. He was holding a parchment scroll with golden rods, a birth ready scroll. He was inspecting it carefully.

“Uguamnef”, Vidcrewyr asked him. ”Is that the scroll of readiness?” Uguamnef nodded in the affirmative as he handed the scroll to his master. “How many are ready to go?” Uguamnef paused a moment, thinking on the number then answered,

 

 

“Many thousands, Lord. “I have need of one of these to be the Bydugas of my most special world.” Uguamnef knew just the spirit his Lord needed. As to where he was at the moment he wasn’t sure. Though he did know that the young spirit had been bored of late with his life preparedness classes and was not even showing up for them, he had found a way to evade the older spirit. The young spirit had been trying to practice world creation and healing alone and had already created three orbs. The heavens were alive with activity and only a very few sections were quiet enough to practice such skills.

Uguamnef reached into the deep pockets of his robe and finally pulled out a finding orb and whispered the name Saqawythu. A few moments later the clouds that obscured the sphere cleared themselves and the spirit stood before him. Uguamnef could only smile as he saw one sphere or another fall to the clouds and be raised back up. Even though he had created one world in the orb at the center, it was barren. It was none-the-less a world and a fine accomplishment indeed. It was then that he whispered, “fore- ordinations”, and snapped his fingers. A golden scroll appeared in his hands. The old soul perused the scroll for but a few moments, nodding and taking final action. “My Lord”, he offered, “I might know of a spirit that might take that calling.”

“Is the spirit ready?” Vidcrewyr asked him.

“His time here is very short and he has grown weary of this place.” Uguamnef said as he handed the fore-ordination scroll to his master. Vidcrewyr perused the scroll himself as the spirit’s name and ordination appeared before him. “You must bring him to me, old friend. He has been in this world far to long. He must be given his second estate immediately. No wonder he is so anxious to leave.”

“Indeed”, Uguamnef chuckled. It couldn’t have been more true, the young spirit had been in the before life for ten thousand years after helping defend against Sartafod and his rebellious legions. Sartafod was finally cast into the outer darkness and renamed Dyfynceil. The anxious one was then fore-ordained to create worlds as a reward for his outstanding obedience and courage against Dyfynceil. He seemed destined never to leave the before life, but his time had now come and Uguamnef scuttled off right away to retrieve Saqawythu. When arrived at the place where he knew Saqawythu had been he felt somehow expected. The young spirit greeted him with a smile as he called his orbs back to his little pocket and approached.

“How did you find me?” he asked.

Uguamnef pulled the orb out of his pocket and explained, “I just whispered your name into my friend’s ear.” Saqawythu looked the old spirit over and smiled, “silly old spirit, seeker orbs do not have ears. You whispered to it with your mind.”

“You know too much”, Uguamnef said.

“What do you want with me?” Saqawythu asked

“There is a task Vidcrewyr has for you to do before you can become a world maker.” The old spirit replied.

“What is it? Am I to leave here?”

“Yes, you are, and your purpose will be very important. We must hurry, young one there is not much time for you to assume the calling we have for you.” Uguamnef hurriedly replied reaching his hand out for him to come. The too walked silently back up the path the busy central section of the upper world. For Saqawythu this was the first time it had looked so different in seven thousand years. I t seemed an eternity and he was ready to go to what ever world they wanted, hade been for at least that long. Now, he was going down to a world, he knew it and his happiness at this made him skip off ahead of Uguamnef. The old spirit followed behind at his own pace remembering when he had been chosen to take a place in one of Vidcrewyr’s worlds. It was a very happy moment in his before time, one he would never forget. It was just after the dark serpent had been cast into the dark outer world with no body. He was sad for the spirit really. If he had only forgone his attempt to control all the other spirits and their paths back to the world of light he would still have been here. Still, he understood that the worlds needed opposing spiritual forces to help them progress down their paths. It had to be done. Now this spirit, full of life and more full of light was going to make his way in his master’s favorite world. Only time would tell if he would follow his path back uprightly. However, Saqawythu was ready to go and it was his time.

Uguamnef followed him into the chamber of calling and election. Vidcrewyr was seated comfortably in his chair with only one world in the room. It sat on a holding pedestal. Saqawythu noticed something strange about it. It was grey and darker for a world he felt must be at springtime. No sun, no green except on certain trees that seemed to reach into the sky their heads scraping the clouds. The young spirit felt something else too. It was another spirit, but its energy was growing weaker with every moment. This one was a ready to return to the over world as he was to leave it. Before the creator could say anything Saqawythu knew that this was his place to be now. “I know what you want me to do and I will do as you command despite the danger I might face.”

Vidcrewyr looked down at the young spirit that now held a world sphere of his own in his young, tender hand. He said nothing just nodded and Uguamnef took him to the veil fountain. Once there, the two shared a final glance as if trying to remember one another. Of course, one would but the other would not and for Saqawythu it was worth a try. He scanned over every inch of the old, wise face even touching its rough crevassed skin then turned and saying a final gentle goodbye splashed his face. The next stop was the corporeal room and birth to a noble and great mother and father that would train him in every aspect of knowledge he needed to survive in his personal world to come. One that would change and become different from the one he had already forgotten he was leaving with every year.

Now he had forgotten who he was and would soon be. Soon he had forgotten everything and everything was dark, but warm. Not far to go now. What lay ahead only time and the heavens knew? Or did they? He sure didn’t. He felt sleepy now and began to kick around some found his spot and drifted off to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ORACLE

 

 

It was coolish for a summer evening. The air smlled fresh and clea, a result of the hard rain the forest had rceived the night before. The moon sat high in the sky watching everything as it shined brightly turning everything silver or at least some strange incarnation of it. Brythwaya and his grandson Echydwaya were out for the young healers final lesson oracle reading. Echydwaya was nervous. It was his first time performing the oracle without his grandfather. "All is well, grandson." He heard his grandfather say as he placed his hands on the trunk of the giant oak tree which before him stood, took a breath then released it slowly as he could. Just in case, the old prophet moved in behind his grandson. A first oracle can be a powerful thing for such a young ovate.

Echydwaya closed his eyes and began to relax. Soon the oak tree began to show him a blur of images. Most were of battles of past wars that had been fought on the forest borders. Brythwaya heard his grandson take a quick, deep breath and rock a little, then go stiff as if entranced. what could he be seeing, the old man thought. Images of birth life and death passed by him like lightning then began to slow somewhat, but not by much. Echywaya saw two seasons pass, then a night much like this one. It was different, though. It seemed longer as if it were wating for something to happen. Then almost as quickly the sun began to rise. The horizon beyond the trees was firey orange. in its light he could see the shadow of ten men. Their leader weas dressed in black and had a sword at his side whose blade shone black as pitch. Echydwaya swore he could hear the voice of the sword and the man obeyed it. He was on the road to the village, just then another slurry of images passed by his second sight. Then he felt a shove at his spirit and he was speeding out. In seconds echydwaya's spirit reentered his body and he was thrust into his grandfather with great force. Brythwaya held his own as Echydwaya fell into his arms and dowmward to the ground. On the wind the old man could hear the trees whispering the dark one comes again! Prepare, prepare!

Brythwaya placed his grandson against a tree to rest a moment, then rested himself. The air began to feel warmer and more blue peeked through the trees. Soon the sun would be up. I have to get him home, thought Brythwaya. He picked the boy up. As old as he was, Echydwaya felt light to him as if he was being assisted. Earth and sky were probably giving him a portion of their energy, vitality and strength. Or maybe it was the trees, they had done this before as well. All the way home the boy never rustled, just held on tightly and slept. Their two hearts beat in unison as Brythwaya turned into his spirit form, a rather large grey wolf. Brythwaya ran and ran until they were at the cottage. It was modest, but it gave them all they needed-quiet for his grandson's studies and meditation and for teaching the others the old ways so they would not forget.

As they came up the path they were met by Llewdayu. He was stillquite a young child, only in his eigth year like his brothers. His demeanor exuded both light and power. He was known quite far from the village of East Fringe as one of the best little messengers in the land. He was also the fastest known. This was primarily because he could transmute into a lion and run the whole way. Llewdayu was a strong strappipng lad with golden blond hair and cheerful dispositoin aside from that. He was always ready to serve. "What happened?" He asked trying to get a look at Echydwaya. The old druid looked at the boy and said, "He has completed his final lesson as a druid and healer. He read his first oracle." The boy tilted his head in semi-understanding then asked, "is he alright?"

"He is just fine little lion. Just needs a bit of rest. Come in with us; I have a work for you to do." With that the youth opened the door to the modest cottage and stepped aside to allow the old man passage. Brythwaya took his grandson to his bed chamber and laid him in his bed. Echydwaya began to rustle then and awoke as his grandfather removed his boots and positioned his feet under the bed covers. Echydwaya attempted to speak but was halted by the gentle touch of his grandfather's finger on his lips. "It is not time for you to speak as yet, grandson. Just rest, allow the images to show themselves to you more slowly. Rest until you are refreshed then come to me and your friends will be here." Echydwaya couldn't do anything but agree and drifted off to sleep. As he fell deeper and deeper into sleep the images began to manifest themselves once more. They came more slowly this time and echydwaya was amazed at what he saw. The wars were amazing, every one that the trees had helped to fight in protecting their lands. The last one was particualrly interesting. There were seven sorcerers in that one. One could make make swords at the very thought of it. A war in the Southlands impended and the wizards were the last defense for the forest. One was a Sorceress who spoke a language that he had never heard before. It was like his own but seemed much older. There was only one other person he knew that could speak it Henagathyn. She was only a little older, but knew so much more than he. Maybe the sorceress was her mother or a grandmother. It made him want to be with her, as if he were stronger somehow with her. Echydwaya's magic was strong to be sure, but Henaathyn's was mush more so. Sometimes he felt attracted to her and he would ask himself he was to be with her later as her husband. Only time would tell him that, but he felt it in his heart anyway. The images moved more forward and now he saw the previous raid on the village and his parents being taken. It was his name Echydwaya had been given at the age of three when his parents were taken in battle. He never saw them again. Then the images showed something he had missed. A red sun day and the shadow of that red sun another great battle for the village, to protect its magical youth. It was different this time, for this time the dark sword at his side was removed, but he couldn't see how this was to happen. All he coul see was a firey pit and two sets of hands, one handing over to the other. What did this mean? The last two images he saw were he and his friends in a dungeon at the dark rock and a little boy with great powers of healing. Trees once dead and lifeless for leagues around the forest that came back to life as he dropped unconcious and a lone hawk and silver elk seeking the end of its magic. The hawk had perched outside the dark one's camp.

After that image there was nothing, just normal dreams that came to him every night as he lay in bed. His vision was completeand now the sun sat high in the sky. It was hunger that awoke Echydwaya. How wonderful it was to see in waking the vision that was Henagathyn. Her honey blonde hair shining in the light as she whispered a private nothing to him in the ancient language she had been taught by those before her.

 

Author's Note

This is chapters one and two. I fthere is anyone who knows the Aramaic for for Did you dream of me?" please allow me to know so i can move on with ch 2