Author’s Note

  English is not my native language, and this is a translated version of my story.

  I did my best to preserve the atmosphere and meaning of the original text.

  If you notice small grammar issues, please keep in mind that this is a personal translation.

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  "There is no better moment than the sunset of Kaliel."

  The man wearily sat down on a stone bench. Before him stretched the great Long Mountains. They encircled a part of the universe in a wide chain. The white snow-capped peaks shone in the light of the departing heat source of the day. "Don't you think so, Veeuf?"

  "Kikale did not spare his strength in creating the eternal companion Kikal."

  A black cloak hid Veeuf’s face, as if he had none. Only blue eyes peeked out from the gaping darkness.

  "A Demon cannot truly appreciate the beauty of Kikal. A pity."

  "You say that because of your age. Neither Angels nor Demons will appreciate beauty, for their lives began long before Kikal," Veeuf said, hovering in the air, "We have seen greater beauties. But for you, Skilfy, this is the only thing you have ever seen in the world."

  The Kaliel colored the world in pink hues, causing the peaks to take on a dirty color. The man, called a Skilfy, flinched at the Demon's words. He took a sip from his mug, his lips twisting.

  Veeuf began: "I am not here to talk about beauty, great master of the Skilfy house. My coming is the will of Kikale himself, who once decided to give a chance to the universe and to you, humans."

  "We thank him for it."

  "Save your thanks," the Demon interrupted, "My case here is prophecy for you. Remember my words, Noamol. Do not write them down, nor give them form in Kikal, lest the Kikal use this knowledge and profit from it."

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  In response, Kikal sent a cold gust of wind over the being, as if angered by what was said. But the world's feelings were irrelevant to Veeuf —he was far stronger and wiser than it.

  "I will pass them down from generation to generation, Veeuf. Demon and one of the Kings of the world Liliel. "

  "I hope so, human."

  The Demon was silent for a time, then began: "Kikal will face a great war. Every second soul upon these lands will perish. But that will only be the beginning. First, a child will be born who will stop the war and overcome Kikal himself. Then, a child will be born from the union of a human and an Angel - the eternal Prophet. One hundred years later, a child will be born from the union of a human and a Demon -what he will become, he will decide for himself. After that, a path to your home, Skilfy, will be found, causing Mount Buf to awaken and spew forth terrible flames. The blood of four hundred humans will be shed and the purple grass will turn blue. Then the traitor will awaken. And only then will the hundred-winged beast cry out to summon its master. Kikal will appear on the soil of Kikale and end humans. Liliel and Seutel will split apart to eternally close the worlds."

  The Skilfy was silent, listening to the Demon's words: relaxation on his face gave way to fear and horror of the future. His brown skin seemed to pale with fear. The man was in a panic!

  He cried out: "How can this be changed? How can you give us life?!"

  Falling to his knees, Noamol began to sob. As if seeing rivers of blue blood flowing across the black soils, he felt a tremor of loss. Thoughts spun in his head, and not of them brought comfort.

  Veeuf turned his burning blue eyes to the man and briefly noted: "He who started it, he will end it."

  "We will search for him! We will search!"

  The Kikal wind growled maliciously at the Skilfy oath.

  "Know this, Noamol. The ways of Kikal are unknown to us. The ways of Kikal are incomprehensible. And the ways of humans cannot be judged. Do not be certain of what you have not yet done and what is still a after many years."

  "But Kikale sent you here!"

  "Sometimes Kikale himself does not know what he is doing. And one day, you humans will understand why."

  Dissolving into black droplets, the Demon vanished in a whirlwind of wind. The smell of trail dust spread throughout the hall, washing over the Skilfy. Tears remained frozen on his cheeks. He was powerless to accept the future. And the Kikal wind remembered what was said and hurried to hide the knowledge in its currents.

  The eternal observer of the universe remained.