HEART ELEMENT Chapter 6 Nefilim

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— I use this for dialogue.

—Go ahead, come in. —Lieutenant Wyte says.

The shape of the room was circular, full of bookshelves that went all the way around the wall. If you looked up, you would see the interior of a tower, in which the next three floors, also filled with shelves and books, were clearly visible. On either side were black iron staircases that connected all the floors.

He walks a few steps and goes down two steps until he is more or less in the middle of the room, next to a kind of altar with water. He looked at it with fascination, it was made with great detail ..... It was hand carved, handmade. It looked like those christening basins for babies.

—Do you know what it is? —he asked.

—Eh... to wash your face?

—ha, ha, ha, ha, No... —he says with a chuckle. -We call this one the water of truth.

—Go ahead, lean in... what do you see?

Yariel takes a few steps and peers in, curious, but sees only his reflection.

—...

After a few seconds:

—I don't see anything.

—Are you sure?

He looked again, but this time with a little more faith.

—The water of truth can show you the past that was or will be, as well as the present... or the future.

—Well, I don't see anything.

—And what would you have preferred to see?

—... the future I suppose.

—Are you worried?

—No, no, it's just... —It's just...

—You want to know your place in the world and you think that seeing the future will satisfy your doubt.

—Well, who isn't curious about the future?

—You only feel it because you are not happy with your present.

—That's why you're here...

—I'm sorry... I don't know what you're getting at.

—You're looking for answers.

Officer Wyte walks a few feet away to a wooden table at the back of the room, some kind of desk from which you can see the entire library. It's probably his own office or something. Just behind it were some glass windows. Like in those churches... Huge panes of glass in different colours, depicting scenes of ancient angelic battles.

He reched out to grab a book on the table, leaving a trail of dust.

—The Dakunaitos don't need to know what comes next, they are the ones who hold their own destiny.

He walked over to Yariel to offer the book in his hand. It is so dusty that you can't even see the cover.

NE**L*M

After holding it, he lightly runs his hand over the cover to remove the dust.

—What is it?

—Answers. You can keep it, but give it back to me when you finish it, it's the only volume we have, ha, ha, ha.

After opening it for a quick glance.

—Do you know what the Nefilim are? —asks Lieutenant Wyte.

—Eh... Sort of...

—And what can you tell me about it?

—Well, I'm not very religious and I don't know much about Christian mythology...

—Mythology, you say? You don't think it's real?

—Well, I don't know... I guess they're myths that help us understand certain things.

I meant no disrespect to the gentleman, after all, it's pretty clear he's some kind of priest or priestly priest or ancient history scholar. What I really thought was that it was pure fantasy, just like the stories of Zeus in Greek culture or the ancient Egyptian gods. It was just another religion, but one that had made it to the present day.

It is true that he knew more or less the story of the creator, Lucifer and the angels. After all, it was a subject at school, but he had never really thought about it as something true. In the old days people believed in these things, but in today's society... More and more people are choosing to believe in science, in technology, and not in those old stories.

—Myths, eh, interesting.

—Well, they may or may not be true.

<<Did I screw up again?>>

Then the lieutenant gives a slight smile, closing his eyes and extending his palm in the direction of the water in the basin.

Silence fell.

A brief but steady breeze blows through the windows of the library, rattling its wooden windows. The current passes through Yariel moving his clothes and then swirling around the lieutenant, from his feet to his head and lightly moving his black hair.

The water above the basin begins to vibrate and Yariel watches small droplets begin to trickle out, as if gravity had reversed itself and was trying to fall. A larger body quickly forms until it finally takes the shape of a frog, a large, transparent frog made of water.

CROAC, CROAC (frog sound)

<> Yariel was surprised.

People who master the water element are rare enough, but to master it to the point of acquiring such a form.... It was unthinkable, he didn't know of people capable of doing something like that.

Suddenly it changed again, this time into the shape of a small canary, which took flight across the room.

Once on a TV show there was someone who was able to take water out of a bucket and hold it in the air in a perfect geometrical shape, but only for a few seconds. But this guy isn't just holding it, he can change it into different animals. Is he a genius?

-Tell me... What makes the difference between the extraordinary and the ordinary?

Yariel just stared in disbelief. It was a rhetorical question, it was clear it didn't require an answer.

—Would you say I'm special?

—You bet I would.

—Why?

—Because you can do something incredible with water.

The bird lands on the lieutenant's shoulder.

—Hahaha that's just a trick. Go further, think. What makes me truly different.

—That you have the gift?

—Exactly! And what is the gift if not that which has been uniquely bestowed upon us... You talk about myths, but isn't it something extraordinary to be able to control water? or... —he asked first loudly, then looked into Yariel's eyes a little more calmly. —Not burning with fire? What separates fact from fiction... What is myth and what is truth?

Yariel has no answers to these questions, humans have grown up accepting the idea of control over some elements as a matter of course. Yes, not everyone can and it is a unique characteristic of a few.

—With gifts we can help others. We can put out a fire, prevent someone from dying of cold or thirst. We can make fields and mountains bloom, but we can also destroy them or make them... explode like a volcano. We choose what we use our gifts for.

At that moment the bird that was resting on his shoulder, in one swift flight rushes back to the basin of water from which it emerged.

—We can use our gifts to fight the wars that no one else can.

—The dakunaitos can no longer fight in the wars. .... —Yariel replies.

—Wow, you seem to be very knowledgeable about us ha, ha, ha. —he says with a chuckle, until —...but...I don't mean the battles of this world... boy. —this time more serious.

<> he thought incredulously.

—What battles are you referring to...?

—The war of the beyond... The battle against the demons.

An awkward silence forms.

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—Aja.. ya...haha... Hey do you know where I can see Kassian, he gave me a card to come here and well....

—Sure, I'll take you to him, but first...let me show you one more thing.

After these words, he slightly raises the palm of his hand and utters a word in a language he did not understand:

—ירד לפנייי.

The ground around the pile begins to light up some kind of signs or runes, going full circle and forming a perfect circle.

Suddenly the ground begins to sink like dominoes, one after another, beneath the floor.

Yariel had to jump to the side to keep from falling. After a few seconds, the mechanism stopped, revealing the shape of a spiral staircase.