The market day soon passed by. Wura and Ayu's friendship became stronger than any of them could have imagined. Wura soon found out that Ayu was the rhythm to her sights, the reason she had not been able to decipher what she saw was that she had no answer to them, she could only pose the questions the answers lay within Ayu that was why part reason they were attracted to each other.
You are late she said smiling up at him, Daddy issues he said sadly. This is the sixth time they are meeting, they have been putting their gifts into practice, even if it was still a little shabby, they are edging towards gaining momentum. Wura took his hand and sat him down by the river. I think you need to tell him the truth, she said calmly. She was aware of the conflict between him and his father. His father King Taka wants him to be the heir to the throne but Ayu has other aspirations, he prefers working from behind the scenes. This has gained him loyal servants and reveries from the people. True, the people would be happy if he were to be the king but Ayu aspired to ease and heal the people's worries and wounds through his gifts.
Given the fact that his father has no idea what kind of gift he possesses, he understands his worries and plights, his brother was the one who wished for the throne but his behaviour was a hindrance. I don't know what to say to him he said, I need to show him not tell him and until we are ready we can't let him know. They practised the art of magic and healing, worked with the wind, water, earth and fire and gained access to all and none. They became the daughter and son of nature as it is one with them.
I am the daughter and lover of Earth and, air and I am one, the sea is my home, fire is what lies within me, I seek not for myself but for the betterment of the land, I ask not for myself but for the good of the land, with this I knock, my heart is pure so is my motive. I am the light which shone brightly, pledged to the pillar as strong as a rock. I knock for my heart is pure show me the path to which I seek
Ayooni felt the ground shift beneath her, the air swirling, she could hear the calmness of the river that was a mile away from them, and she felt the trees mate under the sunlight, she felt Ayu's heartbeat as it marged with hers.
Benvenguda filha welcome, she felt the voice come through her and in her. Welcome daughter, it said again. "Greetings to the daughter and its lover.
A question of what is and what could be, a moment to ponder and reflect. Fate has indeed chosen a head who isn't one and a shoulder by all means most suitable. But fate isn't one with a straight head arrow. Heed the whisperers for they told lies and truth in a sentence. A long road is placed ahead and gold is placed at your feet. Trust what you feel and those who kept you on the path. For you are the trigger to their essence, the land has sent your way the lights and the answers. Four to two, Air, Water, Earth and Fire are all at your disposal and the lover answers every question asked.
Heed the whisperers the lover of thy heart for lies and truth are placed side by side. Life is a long journey but a misstep makes it short. Beware of the one who takes the crown and the one made to wear it. Your stories are told true histories ye forgot through mysteries. A warning from the land of the dead to the one in the living "The head is safe if it is worn right, fate has birthed a leader who refuses its title and a price has been asked" Unless heeded then the living may say hello to the dead. For this is a warning and a blessing to the daughter and its lover take heed of the whisperers and let those sent your way light the path.
Wura felt winded but managed to close the circle. Ayu gathered her in his arms to keep her steady as well as him. I am fine, she managed after some minutes. Ayu searched her eyes to make sure she was truly alright. I don't understand a thing they said except that fate made us a pair she beamed at him now but she noticed he wasn't smiling. Wondering if he doesn't find her appealing enough she knew he was much older than she is but she had fallen hopelessly with him and was happy doing so, even though their interactions hadn't been more than a brush of the hand.
Her governess will cringe knowing what silly thoughts she held towards this man and pass out if she ever found out she sneaks out to meet him without being chaperoned. What happened she asked him her deep blue eyes looking at him intensely. He could see the hurt and pretty much figure out why she felt so, he loves her as much as she does him that is why he had taken it slow. She is so young and innocent he thought but he has to explain why he looked so down before she overthinks it.
Wura he called her name patiently fiddling with her fingers. She noticed how he called her name just like Annie would if she was about to start one of her lectures on how a young lady needs to behave. The message passed is more than what you thought it was, he said gaining her attention. What do you mean by that, she frowned. He again took her hand in his, this a warning as well as a prophecy he said. A greeting from the land means blessing he continues, the gods want me to be the ruler which I dreaded but also warns me against the one who will take it from me but wouldn't wear it meaning if I am not careful it would be robbed of me. Wura listened to his explanation and tried to piece his words together, and then the rest of the message became clear. We need to find the four she said brightly to find the path. Yes, he said but only you can connect to us all, if you don't we won't be able to know them or find our way.
Wura knew this as well but all this shouldn't be the reason for him to look so down. She waited for him to continue but he kept quiet for a long time so she broke the silence. Am I not desirable enough, she asked him. No, he said you are the most suitable and I want no one for myself as much as I want you what bothers me isn't about the fates or the warnings it is the greetings. what about it she asked confused and pretending not to be overly thrilled at his confession.
There are three greetings, one from fate, the land and the dead and from the words you wrote, greetings from the dead means death.