Chapter CHAPTER IV: FLORAL FIELDS (2)

In fact, Mrs. Celia married Mr. Murfeo at this age, when the latter was twenty-two. Both had their first child a year later, and when he was still a baby, the escape from their former kingdom happened.

In Anaís, they had eight children. And Clara, Adelia’s mother, was the youngest daughter of them all.

“How is your grandfather?” Clara asked her daughter.

“Not so good, mother” Adelia repeated. “But I have good feelings today. I feel that life is talking to me, and is trying to give me good thinking about this whole matter.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Adelia” responded Clara.

“How do you not know what to tell me?” she asked her mother. “That it is so! That we have to stay positive for my grandfather! Why can you never put your ego aside? Even for a moment; that disaffection. It’s like grandpa had already died for you.”

“I don’t want to get false illusions, Adelia” Clara repeated. “My father is already very old. He has seen what he should see, and has lived what he had to live. If this is his time, I can accept it now. From this moment on.”

“What about these energies that I felt today?” responded the young woman. “I have observed the most beautiful sunset. Mother Nature spoke to me, and sent me great feelings of love and hope. You are the main woman who has taught me how important it is to value the sensations that Elgoneth sends us through his creations. These messages shouldn’t have come without a positive meaning, right? Why can’t it be applied here? Why can´t we have faith in my grandfather’s situation?

“I don’t know, daughter” Clara says. “Life is very confusing sometimes.”

“Is this really what you are going to tell me?” Adelia repeated. “I cannot believe it, but do not worry. There is no hope here, I don’t need this.”

“There I leave you the flowers that Grandma sent you” continued the young lady. “I hope they serve you for more than a simple aroma.”

Adelia left her parents’ house without even saying goodbye to them. She was very angry at her mother’s disinterest, and she went down to her house. On her way, the sky started to fall into the imminent sunset. It was already getting dark.

When she arrives at her house, Lelio received her and gave her a big hug. And it felt like a ring to the finger, for she really needed one.

“How´s grandpa?” asked Lelio.

“Not so well,” she exclaimed, “but that’s not what is frustrating. The frustrating thing is to see how nobody supports me. I have this good feeling about the situation, and neither my mother nor my grandmother believe in them. They have no hopes anymore. I always find myself alone in these things, and where I need support the most, I don’t find it.”

“I support you, my love” said the man. “You are not alone in this”

Adelia then hugged her beloved at the uncertainty of her grandfather. For everyone, Lord Murpheus was in his last days, except for Adelia. She felt that this day, was a special one. A renewing day. She knew it deep inside her.

Meanwhile, the Hanging Gardens enjoyed a magical night. The conspired kingdom lay cheerful, and its atmosphere was surrounded by vibrating emotions. On Mount Geneza, Wiz interacted with the Sacred Apaxio Book, which was the book passed down from Golden King to Golden King. This had been made by Elgoneth, and delivered by the demigod himself. Inside of it, were found all the laws and natural energies of the planet. The purpose was to learn them, to generate spells and mystical creations. All kinds of combinations were written in the book, though, only the Golden King knew exactly what was said within it.

Bongo was spending the night in the Square of Sacred Pity, as he had decided to take a walk in it with his beloved Rosaleth. It was a central place, full of orange bushes. In the center of it, was a statue of a dragon with two swords in its mouth. And on the nights of the fall season, a night show arose. The leaves of the trees lit up and turned into a reddish color. The contrast of this luminosity with the stars generated immense joy in the dragons; an unparalleled experience.

“I’m really proud of you” Rosaleth told her beloved. “Your grandfather was right. You have become a true leader, and you have guided our son along successful paths of battle.”

“And he is quite young still!” said Bongo. “At my two hundred and half Rimmers, Grandpa was still training me. The old one still got angry with me!”

“Where he is, you know he must be very proud.”

“He’s here with us!” Bongo exclaimed. “I know he is. I miss him so much!”

Both were rising from the edges of the statue where they were sitting, when the female dragon began to make painful gestures; pointing out her belly. The pain was evident.

“What’s wrong?” Bongo asked.

“Nothing to be alarmed” she replied. “I’ve been having strange contractions in the abdomen lately. But it is only temporary pain.”

“Why didn’t you mention anything to me?”

“It is nothing that we should worry about” said Rosaleth. “Let’s continue”

The place was full of dragons. They had been watching the beginning of the season for a few days. It was the best place to observe the vast cosmos, so they delighted themselves in the speculation of the stars, which revealed their beautiful transparency at this time. It was a special night.

On the ground, an impetuous sound woke Adelia. They were knocking aggressively on her door.

“Adelia! Lelio!” a man shouted. “Someone, please!”

The woman was frightening. It was very late, and a unique despair echoed from the voice over the frozen night. Adelia ran to the door, and with this, she feared the worst.

“Adelia! Thank to heavens” exclaimed the mysterious man.

“What’s the matter, Francis?” asked Adelia.

“It´s your grandfather. He is–”

The man could not finish the sentence. He had no face to tell the woman what was going on. There was a terrifying silence, and no one dared to say another word.

Adelia ran to her grandfather’s house immediately. On the way, her vision was lost, and flooded in a cloudy, grayish reverie. She felt the worst, and expected the worst. And within her, inhabited a deep feeling, infused into uncertainty and despair.

The house was full of people. Everyone knew Mr. Murfeo, and everyone knew his state. The tumult and stir of people made things worse for Adelia. Such a personal situation for her, turned rapidly into a show. Suddenly, all the people were interested in her grandfather. It was clear that this was not an indicator of good news. The most valuable thing in the woman’s life, hung by a thread.

The display of this condition, generated a bitter ailment in her soul. And this one, was slowly breaking into pieces. She entered the house. She removed abruptly, several people from her path and managed to enter her grandfather’s room, the room where he had been that afternoon. The same room where his grandfather told him stories of kingdoms and dragons, fairies and magicians, sacred and mysterious creatures. The same room, where she had spent the best moments of her life; on the same room, she realized the worst.