Chương 25: Book 1; Chapter 24; Creation of the world (3)

As many times as he experienced this before, his mind would wander full of questions, full of wonder. This time, he didn't feel that wonder; all he felt was love for this beautiful little person who stood next to him. While one hand was sending energy down the Earth, the other was tightly but gently holding this wonderful human being next to his side. He didn't even feel sadness any more, just gratitude for the privilege of having her in his life, thanking The One for this wonderful gift he encountered.

He felt how the energy collided on another side of the globe with a force and was making its way back to him right through the centre of the Earth. At that moment, a firm hand landed on his shoulder, and a pool of shimmering golden water-like light spread across towards the horizon, overlapping and mixing with his green. Warm golden shimmering dreamlike dazzle. It always made him feel amazed by its beauty.

He didn't need to look whose hand it was resting on his shoulder – Armanin, his best friend, no, his true brother in heart, the leader of the Magic Nation, had come." Oh, thanks god for that,"– he thought –" thanks god". He didn't remember the last time he called The One a god, as the title "god" was long corrupted in his mind. Sometimes it seemed that people call god anyone who is a bit more different or has more power than others, but at this moment, all that his mind could do was just repeat "Thanks god".

Thank you for a friend, thank you for a wife, thank you for a son, thank you for life… The green light of energy erupted out of the Earth, engulfing him in a column of green that shot from the ground under him right into the sky. Then a white-as-snow energy dropped next to him to the ground and started to make its way to the horizon. His heart lifted, and his lips smiled. He didn't know how it happened, but the leader of the Truth and Honesty Nation was also here. How did they know to come?

He had no idea, as he himself didn't have any plans for it to happen, neither today nor anytime soon, but he didn't mind, he didn't care, he was just happy. Golden light erupted from the ground, engulfing him too, mixing with the green light. That was different as the energy should return to the sender… Why Armanin's energy returned to him instead? But again, he didn't care that much. Just at that time, a blue energy pool dropped down and rippled away from them.

The leader of Wisdom, of Innovation Nation has come too… Have faith, she said, be faith, and have faith in god. Is this what faith feels like? When you get something that you never planned or worked towards? Never even thought was possible? Then he is happy to be a faith. The white light erupted from the ground around him. It was so strange to stand surrounded by the energy that didn't belong to him, to feel that energy so alien yet somehow so familiar.

The crimson red energy dropped to the ground and dashed to the horizon. He turned his head, and the leader of the Courage and Strength Nation bowed to him in greeting just before the blue light erupted from the ground, engulfing him too. No more lights have dropped. So five altogether out of eighteen. As he intended to be all alone, this is five times more than he was hoping for. And such powerful alliances too.

Then, just a second before the red light erupted from the ground, a pink energy had dropped to the ground and made its way to the horizon. Warm baby pink… very beautiful, very enchanting, but he had never seen one like this before… He looked down and at first he thought that this light was also coming out of him, but then he realised that it was coming out of his wife… But that was not possible… His wife never became one of the Gifted. Or had she?..

"Is she Gifted?" – he addressed this question to The One.

"No, she is not," – the answer was clear. He looked with amazement at his wife, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Have faith," – she whispered to him. – "Faith that there is so much more than you can think of, or you can do, or even imagine. Have faith that you are limited only by the limits of your imagination." Is his imagination limiting him? Are there no other limits? Have faith in god because god has no limits…

Not allowing a thought to manifest into something understandable and solid, moving only on an impulse, he drew the sign in front of him pushing aside thought that there is no one in front just an empty space, and pulled down right on the sign not even thinking or seeing and a pool of energy had dropped down, colourful like a rainbow, just alive and ever changing. Shimmering glamour of a pastel-like mixture of colours.

It spread at lightning speed, merging on its way every other colour of energy that was already on the ground, and hit him from the ground nearly at the same time as pink energy did. That was it, the circle was complete. Too late for anyone to join, even if they wanted to. All energies had joined around the globe and around him. He lifted his arms, joining them together above his head with palms facing outwards, and started to pull them slowly apart.

Little by little, very, very slowly, until the enormous resistance he was feeling suddenly disappeared, and his hands separated in a powerful movement. Obeying it, the column of energy split in half to the very top, and both parts started to drift away from each other, increasing speed as they moved.

As if circling a giant ball with its base in the centre of the Earth and the top at never-ending heights of heaven, it circled both sides across the globe, taking with it every bit of energy offered, floating on its surface, until both sides collided together with an enormous power and disappeared. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. The new world was created and separated from the old. ….

"And that is how our world was created. The end." …. …..

Silence took over every person who was listening to this story. The sound of running water in a river and wind in the trees didn't fall quiet as neither the river nor the wind were disturbed by the story. Neither were insects nor birds. All the usual daily sounds continued, as the story told had nothing to do with them. But people didn't speak for a long time. The whole class was silently processing what they just heard.

Rainee, the young lady teacher who told this story, was patiently waiting for the questions from her students.

"Well, this story is good but different from those I heard before," – finally, silence was broken. Rainee didn't reply as it wasn't a question, so she had nothing to say to it. After a short silence, a question finally came from a young girl:"Did she survive?"

"Wife of the King? No. The first King never had a wife in this world; there is no mention of her in any history books, legends, or songs."

"But why did she have to die? King made it in time to reach her, and we all know that our King could heal any injury, wound, or illness as long as the person was still alive."

"There might be a few reasons here. One is that the facts we know are not as old as this story; maybe at that time, the King wasn't that powerful yet. Also, his powers would be different here, in a world he created, than in the old world where he was born. But the main thing is that he didn't make it in time; he clearly said that the only reason she was able to stay alive was with his help. That means that life's cord was broken, and a person couldn't sustain their own life, no matter if the body is healed.

At a time, King wasn't able to deal with critical circumstances without withdrawing his life-sustaining support. It is highly unlikely that making a new world would require less than one hundred percent of his attention. The moment he chose to do so, he knew what would happen. What forces helped her to stay in her body until he came back is not known to me, and I believe it wasn't known even to King Jonathan himself."

"What about the boy," – another voice asked"This isn't a mystery at all. King had a son by the name of Aydeen, who was crowned as the second King and died protecting his people. His death is marked as the beginning of the dark era in every history book."

"Yes," – another person agreed – "and Justine must be the same lady Justine from legends that sacrificed herself to bring peace back to us?" Rainee neither confirmed nor denied it, but just said:"Legends usually have a drop of truth in them, but wrapped into people's fantasies and misunderstandings, which makes the truth unrecognisable. But yes, I believe you are talking about the same Justine."

"Who was she?"

"She was the daughter of his wife."

"But that is such nonsense!" – Someone finally erupted. – "There is nothing to support this story – no one ever heard it before. There have been so many historians who dedicated their lives to finding the true story of the beginning, and none of them have come up with this. And you expect us to believe it only because you said so? Where did you even hear it from to present it to us? And with such precision! How would you know how they felt, what they said, and what they thought?"

"There are two replies about expectations," – Rainee answered with patience, dismissing accusations and an irritated tone. –"One is no, I don't expect anyone to believe me, I share what I know, and it is up to each of you if you believe it or not. Second is yes, from everyone who comes to attend my classes I do expect them believe my teachings otherwise you wouldn't be able to learn anything. Classes are free to join or leave. From those who stay, I do expect willingness to learn, otherwise, why would you stay?

I do not expect you believe blindly, that's why questions are welcome. I do acknowledge that this subject might be new to you all and oppose many other ideas about the creation of our world. So everyone can take time to think about what was presented and prepare your questions for tomorrow. For the questioning part of your speech: I read it in a Living Library, also known as the Library of Kings, established by the First King. The writing was done by King Jonathan himself, so I have no reason to doubt it.

I know how he felt because the writings in the Living Library are done in a way that transmits more information than just a regular writing by words. Any more questions?"

"Where is that library?"

"Why has no one heard about it before?"

"Why do only a few of the gifted come to help?"

"Who are Gifted?"

"What about colours?"

"Why didn't he use his dragon?"

"Why couldn't he die?"

"Was Armanin the King's friend or the King's brother?"

"Why did King think he was born from greed?"

"How could a King's wife contribute to creation if she wasn't Gifted?" Questions were pouring non-stop now, not allowing any time for an answer to be presented.

"Could you all just stop this gibberish?!!!" – A commanding voice sounded, and all other voices suddenly died.

"But Marcus, it is not your class, and Rainee allowed us to ask questions." – someone said carefully.

"What does asking questions have to do with all this mess you are making?" – Marcus wouldn't back off.

"You are so crude…."

"Yes, very rude."

"You all are making havoc out of the class, and I am being rude and crude?" – Marcus was close to exploding. – "No one can either answer or even hear your questions!"

"But you don't even want to hear the answers…." – someone pointed out. – "You don't even like history. All you want is for the class to be finished sooner so you could talk with the lady teacher about your…." – the voice slowly died without finishing the sentence under Marcus's sharp look. All the place fell under silence again. Rainee took the opportunity to speak.

"The library is in a so-called side pocket, very similar to this School, with the difference that you have to travel to enter it, but you can find the entrance only if you have been called and answered that call. It is not correct to say that no one has heard about it before, as there are writings of many past kings; also, it is not known how many other people visited who didn't leave writings.

Upon entering the Library, you don't gain all the knowledge; you have to read and study, and there are many, many writings, so what you know will depend on what you choose to read. Why only a few of the gifted come to his aid is told in a story; you can study it in copies I handed out before class for the answer. Gifted are eighteen people. One from each nation that at one time lived in the Old World together.

Many, many thousands of years ago, they sought aid from The One to save their people from nations that have fallen for evil and were destroying, abusing, and enslaving every other nation. Their request was granted, and they were gifted power to create another world for those nations who abused others and freed the old world from them, sealing them away in the newly created world.

This ability came at a cost, and that cost was immortality, as all eighteen gifted were needed to be present in living form for the world they created to stay active; otherwise, the boundaries would disappear, and both worlds would collide again. King Jonathan is Gifted; therefore, he is immortal, so he cannot die. Colours represent emotions that are dominant in one or another nation.

King Jonathan always thought that his green emerald represented greed, but most likely it doesn't, and it makes much more sense for it to represent faith, as greed was and still is a problem only to the human race, not to other nations. If King Jonathan's energy were of greed, then each world that he helped to create would be affected by it. He didn't use his dragon because at that time he didn't have a dragon; he got it much later in history as a gift from King Armanin.

King Armanin was his friend, not a brother, as they both were from different nations. He called him brother in heart, as there wasn't any closer person to him than his friend throughout his life. King thought he was born from greed, as he was born into a human family, and according to his words, to one who was very much affected by it. It never occurred to him that he might be different from the rest of his kin. And I don't know how King's wife could contribute to creating a new world and not become Gifted.

King Jonathan never found it out. Today's history class is finished, and we will continue the same subject in the following history class. To avoid this, as Marcus called it havoc, I will ask all of you to prepare written questions for the next class, and we will start from there. Now, a short few minutes break, and we will start an ethics class." Without any difficulty, Rainee answered all the questions that were raised, despite all of them being spoken at the same time.

"What is an ethics class?" – Many voices raised the same question. – "I never heard about such a class."

"When did it start?"

"What's the topic?"

"It is a new class and it starts today. Today's topic of discussion will be what is rude and what isn't, and differences between being crude and straightforward. History class today is over; only those who wish to attend the ethics class should stay." She looked over a large field occupied with a few hundred students. Numbers really have risen in the past few months. Nobody was leaving. A few people stood up, but only to move closer."

Well, apparently, holidays are over, and it is time to go back to work,"Rainee thought to herself. A little sadness came after this thought, but to her own surprise, a blast of joy rose up, that was hiding behind the belief that the new lifestyle she was having now is better, more relaxing, and allows her to concentrate on other things than just lifting up the morals and abilities of others." Apparently not …"

She thought, allowing this joy to fill her heart and not paying much attention to longing for something even more.