As a champion is chosen something changes.
A gear is added to the complex machinery that is a reality. With a click she starts a slow motion that causes a chain reaction.
The pieces accommodate the intruder and move with it to push time.
In the center of a desert of red dunes as high as mountains a city stands.
Big liks a country the city's buildings are low with flat roofs.
The city walls are yellow like solidified sand. Small windows pierce them with curtains of thin, almost transparent fabrics in colorful shades.
The streets are narrow and filled with people on several levels that wind up to reach the epicenter like the shell of a snail.
At the top of this composition, the only tower in the whole city dominates with a dome for its roof that shimmers in the blue sky.
Under the dome invisible to the outside eye, mens 3 meters tall are seated on gold and vermilion carpets. Their fabric pants are loose at the height of their thighs but end up stopping at their knees enclosing them. They are shirtless their ample torsos reveal their brown skin as brown as a chestnut. Scales surround their bellies and go up to their faces. Their horizontal pupils are fixed on the dice which roll on a shiny low table under the polyhedral-shaped colored glass lamps.
The red dice rolls and rolls overtaking coins one after another.
At the end of the table a place is always free.
In front of this place is a huge statue squatting with its back bent as if to support the dome. Behind the statue five stone tails which are carved as if whipping the air end in a long feather. The face of red rock veined with white is immortalized in a grin that reveals a long canine. Scales are painted in purple, green, pink or silver to distinguish them from the rest of the stone.
The dice rolls until it reaches a coin with a black sun in relief. The head of the statue moves and its eyes encrusted in precious stones flashs a ray of light worthy of a star.
Far beyond in a clearing shrouded in a vast black forest purple flowers of the size of a fist quiver under a gust of wind. A being lying among them opens large pupilless eyes with fluorescent yellow irises.
The creature with feminine attributes has leaves similar to those of ivy for hair. In this long mop of hair there are fireflies which shine like ornaments.
When she gets up, her pearl like skin takes on a violet hue to blend in with the flowers. She is naked. Her voice is carried on the breeze.
-Sisters and brothers a new god has appeared.
In the human empire it is quite another scene. A march stretches out into a long parade.
Man and woman in knightly armor that are so lustrous that it reflects the people's face like a mirror advance slowly in a road surrounded by a frenzied crowd.
They throw crowns of flowers on the knights, sing and applaud.
-Solves! Solves!
-Long live the Solvs!
The children are placed on the shoulders or hurry to the front row to see the riders.
Despite the cacophony the sound of the bell can still be heard.
The woman leading the line has a shoulder pad with diamonds encrusted in a mimicry of a crown.
Her hair is blond and short. On its breastplate a coat of arms in relief represents a hydra devouring a griffin. With one hand she holds the reins of her steed while the other is resting on the white pommel of her sword. Perceiving the change she looks up and smiles.
The 6 others behind her bend a little, bringing their hand to their chest as if to hold their heart.
The knight closest to her pushes his horse to come up to her and, under the gaze of the cheering crowd, bends down to speak to his leader.
-Do you feel it? What does that mean?
The leading rider widens her smile, her lenient gaze returns to the population
cheerful as she waves to them.
She looks like a Saint.
People exclaim, happy and flattered to receive her attention and reach out their hands to try to touch her.
To their despair they are held back by the guards in full armour, their heavy rectangular shields blocking their burst of enthusiasm.
- Bénédicte! Bénédicte! The First Solv!
-Bénédicte the one who rises!
She replies as her eyes of unparalleled clarity squint with joy.
- A new god that we may be able to slay.
And of course we cannot forget the elves in their ivory towers at the edge of another forest of oversized proportions. Stairs and bridges connect the turrets in a refined and airy complex. Anything that can be glass is, and the rest is white stone. Somewhere in this maze the sound of a harp vibrates in the air and reverberates in echoes. The melody is then repeated at each corner of the elven buildings.
Thus the wheel turns.