Natural Spirits

Finally! YAY!!

A scene from Forgotten Journy x3 Which I LOVE! Himikea kneels on the Holy Spiring, thanksing Weyards for everything x3 So niiiiiiiice! After writing it I had to draw it

Background was overkill... x_X lol But I guess it was worth it... YAY! SHINY!!! <-I like shiny lately... lol


DON'T tell me things like 'Huh? That girl sits ON the water! She should be sinking you n00b!" Read the passage and you will see that she sits ON the surface She's a half-spirit for goodness's sake! (Friend of mine complained about that xD)

Anyway:

This picture, Essence of Time, Himikea and Weyards (c)


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For those interested:

The passage from Chapter 39 of Essence of Time: The Forgotten Journey

Enjoy~




In the depths of the elven forest, light shone through the roof of the temple of plants... The giant dragon that guarded Weyards lay on his usual spot in front of the altar, holding a nap.

Himikea stepped into the sacred place she had spent the most time of her life, folding her hands in front of her chest. The leaf-like hair fell around her shoulders in wild strains and her furry ears flapped slightly in the light.

"Lord Wey- I mean... Lord Vega, may I talk with the Great Spirit of Plants for a second?" She lay her hand on the giant creature's yaw, stroking over it with dreamdazed eyes. It felt strange not to see the mighty dragon as ruler of the forest anymore... All elves and even she herself had lived in the believe the mighty creature was the one they worshipped... but instead it was the most fragile of beings...

"..." The dragon worm rose his head, shaking it sleepily. "Lady Weyards wants to enjoy her half-awakened state. She is at the holy spring behind the temple."

"Thank you." The green-haired woman smiled and walked past the guardian towards a hidden hallway that brought her outside again... She loved this place... and she would miss it dearly...

From afar, her keen ears already heard the soft voice of the Great Spirit of Plants, singing a soft tune. After pushing a few branches aside, Himikea finally found the gracious fairy-spirit.

With her tiny feet, she hopped over the water-surface, sending tiny waves over the water that reflected in the sun like rings of pure light.

"Oh, it is you!" Weyards smiled shyly, floating in midair. Her deep dark eyes focused he giant woman in front of her... On the other hand, compared to her, anything was giant...

"So, you are leaving your bed from time to time now?" Himikea replied gently before walking past the stones around the pond, and sitting down on the watersurface as if it was blue glass...

"My might hasn't been unsealed yet, but at least I awoke from my unnatural rest." The fairy smiled, floating back a little more. She looked up at the green haired person in front of her, a feeling of sadness entering her chest... "I'm so sorry..."

"For what, Milady?" Himikea blinked shocked. "You aren't responsible for anything that has happened or that will happen! I lived long enough, outlived most of my friends and now, my life is given a meaning." She smiled and offered Weyards her hand. "I have to thank you for choosing me. For giving me the power of nature and to allowing me to see your true face at last. You listened to my call even though you didn't had to."

"But I am not what anyone expects me to be... A protector of all nature should be mighty and full of grace and... look at me, I have to pretend I am someone else just so people won't harm me... For me this little spring is giant! For you it must appear like a puddle..."

"Hehe, yes, but Holy Puddle wouldn't sound so nice, right?" The greenhaired woman knelt forward a little more, looking deep into the spirit's eyes... "Look around you, Lady Weyards... All these plants around us... every single tree, even the Holy Elven Tree my people live in, once were little seeds. When looking at them, we only see the might and strength of them as they stand in full glory in front of us, but to grow this tall, the seed itself needs to inhabit the strength and will to grow this tall... Everything we worship begins with the smallest of things, the seed... So you only remind me of something I myself have forgotten: Life starts with a small seed. If we ignore it and let it die, there won't be any giant trees in the future. So, I want to thank you, for being the beginning of it all..."