He was on his way back to the town he had left ages ago. The lockdown on Golleg's island gave him enough time to think and decide, so now he knew exactly what to do.
He, Llava Hyffes of the Thousand Names, was going to gain the City of the Wells, and turn it solely into the Daenair land.
None shall be here, but us.
Sad and lost, Llava was walking on the abandoned streets, looking at the now dead places where his life had began.
This is what can happen to the city that had lost its soul. The people left, and thus had gone the spirit, the life.
There weren't a single living being around.
Over three hundred years had swept through the squares and shafts, the once beloved city lied there dead, gloomily staring at him with the empty black holes of its windows.
-This is the place to be at, - he thought, - this is where we settle. The dog will finally catch its tail, the circle will be complete, the girars will end up where they started.
Llava stood in a narrow street that lead to the ruins of what once was a small library, Gresig's home and tea house, where he met those people who hadn't had a shadow of a thought about what their fate would bring and who shared their lives with him.
-Here is where we all return.- he said aloud, closing his eyes and rising his arms to gather the light of his Yah and transform it into matter, creating an entrance into the Passage, which is going to remain open till due time.
He entered the Passage and looked around, seeking for a sign, a signal that would lead him to the one who could pierce the time, as he had a plan in mind and there was only one to help him make it real.
***
The midday sun was streaming through the tree leaves, beaming right into her eyes. As her mother once taught her, she half closed her eyelids so the rays and the shadows danced, mixed and shimmered, getting her dizzy and dragging her mind into a awaken dream.
Mother, do not let me find you, she begged in her trance, do not let me see where you are.
The shadows were shaking wildly, twisting and twinkling, as they grew thicker and took a shape of a face...the face she knew well and begged her soul to forget.
She closed her eyes tightly to stop the vision and kept very still, for a moment she thought it was gone, yet there he was, right before her he stood, as real as her own skin, the man she fell for when she was a little dreamful overexcited girl, the same man whose feet she once was warming up with her little hands and her breath near the fire at the backyard of her father's house.
-You came to surrender, didn't you, U-Hyffes? - she said, knittig her brow.-You must know that we are chasing the girars around the worlds, have you lost your mind?
Llava never said a word, instead waiting fot her to get up and greet him.
-Ah, perhaps, you are expecting me to drop my knees and roll in the dust, like my stupid mother would do for you?
-You speak like her, Romi.
The woman shrudded as he had called her by a pet name, then waved her long dark hair back and stood up in front of him.
-It can be the last word for you to say. Though, I may give you a chance to flee. Catch you later, I am not in the mood to deal with you now. Use you as a bait...why shouldn't I?
You were a bait once, weren't you? The Six had their most shameful moments there, and they suffered for your sake, Binni.
How long did it take you to find me, by the way?
It must have been years, right?
-Your help is needed, Ritsoni*.
-That's why you dare to bring up my title? - she said, twisting her mouth sideways in a sarcastic smile, but underneath her voice whispered in his head: "Please, he will kill you, he is insane, go, alai, do not let Morrowo get you!"
Llava didn't move a muscle and kept staring into her face.
"-Follow me." - he whispered back and stepped aside, showing her the trembling matter of his Dolaea"r, and she did.
Haromin got through the veil separating them from the Passage, and there he stood, in an appearance she had never seen before: clad in a golden and magenta robe, with the mask of Silence on his face and the Copper Sphere in his right hand, half hidden within wide sleeves.
This was not the lost man who came out of imprisonment without an aim on his way or a thought on his mind, she was seeing an enigmatic and majestic creature of no age or gender, the Silent Daenair, ancient and incredible.
-There is a power in you that is incomprehencible for me. - he said in his quiet, enchanting voice, - the power of going through time. There are things to change, and I beg you for assisstance. Please, don't reject me.
He bowed to her and folded his fingers in the Obligation Gesture.
Haromin narrowed her eyes.
-Why couldn't you ask my father? Wait...what had happened?
Llava hesitated, then sighed in despair.
-I have lost trace of Aensatsu. He disappear from any of the worlds that are known to me. Neither can I find the Daenair ladies.
-What are you saying? - whispered Haromin, - You mean, everyone's gone?
-Yes. And they are not within the passage or anywhere I could reach. I know that Keranomu has been in Haelegaes and ruled it, and then one day he left and disappeared as well. Golleg, if you wonder about her role in this, is oblivious. She said she could not hear or see her sister anymore, and I must say, it could not be more amusing to see that lady so frustrated.
Yet, Haromin didn't smile.
-Llava, I am the leader of the hunters who destroy the girars families. I am the traitor and criminal. Why don't you confront me?
-I know what and why are you doing. I am not the one to judge you. Haromin, you must...
-Llava, he did it! - suddenly screamed the woman, - Sumanin, the gran-ar, the Passage Guardian! he was catching my mother and the ladies in the passage after they died, and then killing them! they are dead, dead forever.
Haromin yelled and fell on the ground, crying and hiding her face in her hands.
-I read his memories, he kept killing them over and over, until they never came back to the passage.
They are all dead...
-If that's what you've seen, it explains their absence. Though, I believe, none of them had lost existance.
-He was bragging that he knew how to destroy farva! Morrowo...he is damned insane cadavre!
Llava took off his mask, and she saw his eyes again. He seemed calm and impartial, but his eyes now had a new look.
He raised the woman to let her see that, and she did, and she felt it; her heart ached and she was ashamed for everything she had done, regrets, she had plenty.
-We are together now, - he said to her, - I won't leave you, and we will seek for our family to let them see each other once again.
*Ritsoni - "the one that can pierce the time"( ri =time; tsoruga= pierce, penetrate; "ni= ani, postfix meaning "able, the one who can")
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