"Levero Gavstadi, slave to the man of time and cursed to be undying, suffered under the eternal flames of the great dragon of war."
Waves took shape randomly all over the water. The golden feathers swayed round. A flute, a lyre, a harp, a symphony of songs began to play.
Solomon danced. His body flowed with his song.
"Pity the keeper took on him and spent 3 months extinguishing his flames. Untying his restraints and setting him free."
Animals of different kinds came to shape, translucent and radiant, their heads raised to the light under the tree.
"Once released, Levero disappeared, and so was the accursed book filled with blasphemies."
Erenea, staggering, her eyes drooping. "The Book...why...was it so important? Why did it... command such punishment."
Mist flowed round Solomon in a golden radiance, and a trumpet sounded. Its waves merged all into one, and all gold and sound came together. All animals joined as one. Erenea bowed to the ground.
Light left Solomon, and he merged it all into one. The radiance had all left his eyes, his hair had lost its flow; to the glowing radiance of the sun formed above his head. Brighter than the stars.
The boy's voice had gone silent, so too the girl's. Solomon stared at the light above him. Smiling with relief.
He then answered the daught- he then answered Erenea's question. "Horros, blasphemies, prophecies, the end of life, and the denial of all the truths we believed in. On a single page, he had more than enough information that could drive one mad. But all were false, and none could be proven true."
Solomon looked at the great tree. "That was The Book of The King. That was the Megravia."
Solomon kept silent as if awaiting a response. "The handwork of your father and his slave. So what will you do? Will you join him in creating such a world? Continue the mad killings of Father Time or remain in your beloved tree as your children continue to cry and suffer." Solomon wore his usual smirk on his face.
There was a silence that seemed neverending. Solomon smile grew, and then he looked to the side. As if he had just made a change of plans, he looked again at the sun he had made its beautiful rays of wavy light, and he raised his index finger to it. Bowing his head. "Ledebeli."
He moved his finger down to the tree, the world vibrated, and golden light left images of Solomon's movement, the light tracing his movement. Solomon positionioned his hanf as if firing a bullet with his index and using his thumb as the hammer.
All that large amount of light rushingly concentrated to his index finger.
The world became hazy, and the vibrations grew strong, strong, and strong. It left the world blurry; the only clear images, Solomon and the garden before him.
A maddening smile on his face as the light rotated before his finger growing ever smaller but creating a heavy rush of wind.
No sound, but so much power was felt from such a tiny thing the size of a rice grain.
Once more. Solomon laughed.
And his light fired.
BOOOOOOMMM!!! The girls were still stuck in a trance as Solomon's body flew straight past them, breaking into a wall. His hair was disarranged and a mess as he fell unto the floor. The twins were the first to slowly trace their heads back, still stuck in a trance, Erenea followed she still being on one knee.
As Solomon staggered up, Erenea was the first to regain her senses. "Solomon!" She yelled, surprised. The twins then regained their senses and flew to Solomon's aid.
"Are you okay?"
"What happened?"
"Ahaha...I failed." Solomon grunted as he got up.
The twins looked worried and confused. Erenea got up and looked at the garden, then back at Solomon. "Did you try to get into the garden?"
"Yup." Solomon said as he adjusted his neck. And began tying his hair.
"Are you crazy?!" Nael asked.
"No one can get into the garden!" Neal proclaimed.
"I know! I know! I just wanted to try my luck. Hehehe." Solomon replied cheerfully.
Erenea walked up to Solomon. They stared at each other, but right before Erenea could say anything, a blue light began glowing from her eyes.
"Yes? Wait, what? Calm down. Reina?" She looked at Solomon with worried eyes. She grew scales out of her arm and plucked one out it began to float.
Voices poured out from it. "Please! Please! My children! My children! Please!" It was a man's voice.
"Tell me what happened." Solomon said calmly.
"Please! Please! I can't lose my kids...I can't...please I can't please...I can't! Please, Solomon!" The man begged. His voice shaking with unsteady breathes.
Solomon turned to the others. "Let's go." Nodding to Erenea, and in a flash, they disappeared. The tree of the garden standing mighty in all its splendor.