Chapter CHAPTER IV: FLORAL FIELDS (1)

Six hundred rimerians had passed since the event of the rain of comets. The Garden of Wiz, was still impeccable, although, he stayed isolated in the Dome of Mount Geneza and was almost not seen. This was also due to the new great leadership that overtook the empire by Bongo, the renewed Supreme Fire Dragon. With the death of Kramian, two hundred and fifty rimerians before, he naturally inherited the essence of the Supreme Dragon. He became the leader of the Splendor, and took his son to every battle with him, the Prince Dracko. He was born days after the death of the Colonel and had proved to be a great dragon in war, with impressive aggressiveness.

The humans of the Lořn race were at their maximum consolidation. They had multiplied in incalculable masses. They were found in all parts of the planet and were already considered as abundant creatures.

Among the steep and mountainous depths of Kepler, there was a unique region. This was a wooded area, covered with trees and mystical oaks. Packed with lakes and springs. Baptized as the Anaís Region. It was divided into two parts, the Forest of Anaís, which covered most of the region. And in the furthest south of the zone, below the last mountains of this region, was located the Town of Anaís. It was a lost place.

Its natives were few, a group of simple villages with very humble inhabitants, but all of them blessed with a big heart. The quality of life taught among them the spread of good intentions. And in this way, they managed to build a community full of compassion, kindness, and harmony. They excelled in cultivation and fishing techniques, for the place was surrounded by the waters of the They had direct contact with nature, which was considered the teacher of the small community of Anaís.

“Good morning, Mrs. Aminta!” said a young lady.

“Good morning, beautiful Adelia!” the woman responded. “Are you here to help me continue planting my roses in the garden?”

“Indeed!” repeated Adelia. “You know that coming here is the first of my activities lately.”

Adelia was a twenty-year-old woman. Her grandparents were northern exiles from an ancient kingdom that was attacked, and broken into flames by a bunch of brutal looters from the North. Together they managed to escape, and with a few followers, they enter the deepest forests area. Reaching the heart of it, and crossing it completely until they found the plain, fruitful land of Anaís; where they established the small population.

“Good morning, grandmother!” said Adelia. “How are you in this m–”

“Did you go to Mrs. Gladis home?” interrupted the old woman.

“Yes grandmother, here are the grapes she had saved for you” responded Adelia.

“Did you talk with Mr. Eugenio about the construction of the underground well?”

“Yes Granny! I went before the–”

“What about Lord Euclid? Did you bring him the soup I prepared for him yesterday?”

“Yes, grandmother, I gave the soup to him!”

“Did you come to visit Amigdalia, Clorintio, Saba, and Florin? Did you send them the corn we harvested?”

“Yes, Grandma, I just came from there” the woman replied. “They asked for my grandfather.”

“And finally, and much more importantly, did you help to sow the magic roses for Mrs. Aminta?”

“That’s right, grandma! It was the first thing I did in the morning.”

“Excellent, my daughter!” she repeated. “There is vegetable soup with pink mushrooms in the pantry. You can serve yourself all you want; your grandfather and I already ate.”

“Okay, grandmother” she replied. “Can I already see my grandfather?”

“Of course, my daughter!” the old woman said while Adelia walked towards a door.

“Wait, one more thing.”

“Yes grandmother?” Adelia replied, twisting her eyes.

“Come over here.”

The woman returned, and the grandmother grabbed her head, tilted her a little towards her, and kissed her granddaughter on the forehead.

“I love you very much, my girl” she said. “You are getting bigger every day.”

“Thank you, grandma” she said smiling. “Maybe it’s because I’m already twenty eight.”

“What?”

“That I am already twenty-eight.”

“How many?”

“Twenty-eight rimerians!”

“What did you say? Speak louder!” answered the old woman. “I can´t hear you, daughter. Did you said twenty eigh–oh well it doesn’t matter. Enter to my room; your grandfather was asking about you a while ago.”

Adelia slowly open the wooden door from her grandfather’s room. She loved being there, it was a very strange room. The floor was covered with wick lamps, which her grandfather collected over the years. The roof was covered with hay. The floor and walls were made out of wood too, and there were amazing drawings of dragons, castles, forests, lost kingdoms and mythical beings. It always had a smell of fresh wood, which made Adelia close her eyes, and drove to the beautiful landscapes of her imagination, every single time.

“Hey, grandpa!” said the granddaughter excitedly.

“Adelia! I was asking about you just a while ago” said the grandfather with a serious cough. “Where were you?”

“Don’t try too hard, grandpa” interrupted the young woman. “How do you feel today?”

“Not so good, daughter, but nothing to worry about” he responded. “How was your day? Did you do your intense and silly chores of your grandmother?”

Adelia then, laughing, began to tell her grandfather about her day’s trips. Every day she did the same thing; she really loved him.

He had been her best friend throughout her life. He told her stories of dragons and lost kings, since she was a child. He was a storyteller by nature, and passionately describe her every day, in detail, how he had managed to survive his ancient kingdom, covered once in flames. He told her all of his adventures in the mysterious forest of Anaís. It was a beautiful connection.

Mr. Murfeo loved all his granddaughters, but Adelia had been always special for him, since she was the youngest, and the one who visited him the most.

“What’s wrong with you, my lovely girl?” Murfeo asked. “You tell me everything with joy and enthusiasm, but suddenly you stop and you have a downturn. You have been like this for days.”

“Grandpa, I’m very worried about your health” the woman replied. “Every day is harder for you to move out of your bed. Are you sure you feel good?”

“Don’t worry about me, Adelia” the old man exclaimed. “I’m recovering little by little, and I’m going to finish recovering. These things take time. Be patient. You will see that everything will turn out way better than you think. I promise you that when you least expect it, I will get up from this bed, and I will do your grandmother’s annoying chores, faster than you!”

“It’s okay, grandpa” said Adelia, smiling. “You still owe me that afternoon tea. You don’t want to tell me your secrets to draw like that!”

“Of course I will tell you, my daughter!” said the old man.

Adelia left the room. She wasn’t quite convinced of what her grandfather had said. She felt really worried.

“How is he really, grandma?”

“He’s not well, my daughter” exclaimed the lady with watery eyes. “Nothing I prepare seems to work for him. That infection is killing him. I don’t know what else to do.”

“Don’t worry, grandma. You are doing everything you can. He is going to recover, you’ll see. I´m having a good presumption today. Everything will be fine.”

“May life listen to you, my daughter” said Mrs. Celia. “For now, you can go home. I need you to take these flowers to your mother along the way. Tell her that these are the scents of wheat that I told her.”

“Okay, grandmother” the young woman responded. “Say goodbye to grandpa from my part.”

Adelia began to head towards her mother´s house through Anaís short paths. She was witnessing a magical sunset, which filled her with hopes and good feelings. There were beautiful omens in her feelings, which she couldn’t bear to share with her parents.

The noble woman did not live with her parents, however. She had been already two Rimmers living with Lelio, her beloved. He was a great farmer and a great explorer, with great visions. He dreamed of making clay roofs, which he had seen on an excursion he went years ago on the neighboring kingdom of Glamdoer. He longed to impart the baked clay on the roofs of the town’s houses, as the roofs made of hay were quickly destroyed in heavy rains, flooding the homes of the locals.

He was an excellent person, with authentic intentions. Because of this, Adelia fell in love with him and made the decision to start a family together. Although in reality, they could not start their own family. Neither of them could have children, and it was not known exactly why. But at this point, they tried enough times to know something was wrong. Adelia, however, did not tell her parents anything, because she did not lose hope. She made it look as if this, was what she wanted.

In those days, it was normal for young women to make the decision of starting their own families, since the age of sixteen Rimerians. They chose their partners, depending on her ideals and always with the consent of their parents, although sometimes this was overlooked.