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Strange, how this passage is lit? What is this odor? Sniff, it comes from the walls. Wow, this is exciting. I do not remember anything, and have to start over until my memory comes back.
All right this is the first fork, I should turn right and still more of the dump smelly walls, I like it here, feels familiar.
Oh well, another door, so how does it open, yes, oh it is so dark in here. Apparently I wanted to have some adventure. Here I am, and the great adventures of Duvainor begins right now, but first let’s see how the narrator works.
> Narration: ON366Please respect copyright.PENANAQJ7MwN8SBI
This is a dark and smelly storage room full of rusty tools, dusty tapestry and similar junk. Behind me there is a hidden door to the secret passage that I have emerged from. In front of me there is a door hopefully toward the Galae chambers.
The musky smell of the used candles, the exotic fragrance of various incenses and the distinct odor of the inside of the tree trunk, combined with the muffled hum of chanting, creates a soothing yet exciting atmosphere for the opening chapter of this adventure.
The chanting sound comes through the walls. No doubt originating from the Galae chambers. This reminds me that I do not remember anybody in there.
Hoping I do not embarrass myself in front of them, I slowly open the door in front of me, and look through the narrow gap to make sure no one is ahead.
There is a long and arched corridor behind the door, and it is empty, so I swiftly pass through the doorway and close it behind me.
Striding the length of the corridor, I reach the doorway of a huge chamber with arched roof, at the center of which there is a spectacular candelabra. The candles burn colorfully, creating a full spectrum of colors across the ceiling.
Entering the Galae chambers, I can hear the villagers chant in a soothing undertone, but a distinct sonorous female voice sings a melodic mantra in their midst, so that should be mother diviner. There she is, chanting away while she works on some exotic looking pods.
Ignoring the feeling of eyes focused on me, I march toward her to stand beside the line of kids waiting tensely at the center of the chamber, fidgeting in their place.
Standing behind the pods, there is a man with distinguishable features and garments, quite different from the villagers around me.
In my current condition, I cannot guess his race, but with such a high forehead and square jawline, he seems to be a man of knowledge and strong determination.
His stare and the faint smile dancing in his eyes are a bit unnerving, but the chants have reached a climax, raising deep emotions inside me and driving every thought out of my head, so I close my eyes and just soak in waves of intense emotions…
I lose track of time, but after a while, the chorus have gradually lowered their voices to a low undertone, but still mother diviner’s distinct voice has remained high, so I open my eyes and watch her again.
She finishes preparing the last pod then she stands up and arches her back, as she melodically chants the last verses of the powerful mantra. She turns around and sees me in the line.
Ceremonially mincing toward the line, she beams me a subtle smile through her narrowed eyes, probably trying to give me some encouragement, then she looks and smiles at other kids as well.
The sudden silence of the chamber is quite in contrast with agitated beats of my heart as I quickly glance at the other faces in the line. We are all very excited and nervous, because there is a small chance that we cannot tolerate the initiation, becoming outcast wanderers or even die.
Mother diviner minces toward the first kid waiting in the row, stands in front of him and whispers “Arbane, look at me.”, then stares intensely into his eyes. After a while she moves to the next one in line, Selaanar I think, and repeats the process for him, and then for Nualla, Renestrae, and finally me.
She chooses Selaanar, guides him toward the first pod and begins to chant softly again. The crowd sings the complementary chant with her, in chorus, and the whole chambers begins to resonate to their unified voice.
If the previous chanting had a deep effect on me before, this time its effect seems tenfold, and it feels as if I am floating on soft waves toward a beautiful mayhem of colored lights, dancing and mingling in my mind…
The sudden bang of the pod’s door wakes me out of my deep trance with a jolt, but the pod is softly surrounding my body, and the chants are penetrating my thoughts again. I cannot keep my ey…
Aelovtura:
“Ahh, so intense. I cannot describe the effect that the beautiful chanting had on me.”
“No problem, I have seen and felt about anything that can ever be seen or felt.”
“Well, I haven’t and this is getting really interesting. I have lost my memory and have to start again. This diary is a great idea and greatly helps me in this condition. Bye now…”
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