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Posted on February 28, 2017 at 08:47:02 PM by SongDragon
| An empire along the western edge of the vast southern continent of the Americas, before they were known, now called the Incan Empire by modern history, was struggling to choose a ruler. Many sacrifices were made. There was much bloodshed. This displeased the great sun gods. Kiya turned a great dragon thought to be the daughter of Pacha Kamaq, into a girl and told the Incans (rulers) that the one among them that gave the true name of the girl would marry her and rule the empire.
There are many sayings regarding the ceremony between princesses and princes. This is one from the Americas in the high times where Kiya was given certain sway. It was before discovery by the Spanish in an empire that would come to be called by the Spanish the Incan Empire. The jungles then and there were thick with magic and the sun was greatly respected and the people harvested gold, the sun’s most generously given crop sown within the mountains. However, the people lacked leadership and their blood ran from the many quarrels that broke out. Kiya mourned for them. In these times a great rock dragon long respected, Pacha Kamaq, had been known to hold sway. Kiya went to him and asked for his help. The great beast was dying and could no longer rule his diverse and tumultuous people. With love and his last breath he gave Kiya his most treasured possession: An egg. It was the finest gold so blinding that she could not see and wept blood as she took the treacherous journey back towards the great empire. Before her journey’s end the egg hatched a baby girl with golden hair and yellow eyes. Kiya clothed the dragon princess in the petals of the bright, sunlit lily, alstroemeria and watched her grow rapidly to become a fierce young woman. The young woman explained to Kiya that she would marry the rightful heir to the empire once he had proven himself. Kiya quickly tried to pressure the girl she titled Paqaritle to pick up the rule now and give direction to the land as it was currently dangerous and untamed for those who only wanted peace. Paqaritle proudly rebuffed the great sun fairy Kiya. She, too, was young and untamed and only the right consort would ever be able to truly love her and her people enough to tame them. Presenting herself to the people caused confusion. The strongest among the landholders took up arms and began bloodshed anew, each proclaiming that they were Paqaritle’s true partner. The dragon princess was horrified as men tried to grab her and hide her from each other. Finally, she begged Kiya for her help and protection. The next hand that touched Paqaritle turned to gold and melted away from the dragon princess as though from a great heat. Fear gripped the land and its people anew, as well as its reluctant new queen as no one dared to take the throne beside her. It was a lonely rule for a long time until a young farmer came to the temple. He had mischievous eyes and a good heart. He was known as Hakay and he was well loved among his people, though the elders mocked his belief that the dragon queen would have him. He made offerings of lilies woven into great banners to Kiya and insisted that he ought to be given the chance to meet Paqaritle. At last, grown weary of returning to give counsel to the inhuman dragon queen Kiya was willing to give the young man a chance, but just one. She and the reluctant Paqaritle would set three tasks. First with great thought to the type of leader the people needed since she was often away Kiya told Hakay that he must treat the three Immortal Ones that had chosen to live in the Americas and bring them all to the Summit, a high stone temple well touched by the sun and a favorite haunt of Kiya’s. These Immortal Ones were Urchuan, Imbri and Arya. They each had their own followers and were bitter towards Kiya and each other. Kiya hoped that a normal fairy could bring these great forces together. Urchuan lived as a hermit beneath a great, spreading tree covered in vines and flowers. He was passive and listened patiently to Hakay’s tale. When Hakay was done Urchuan gave him a withered flower and asked him to return it to seed. Then he would see Hakay as a leader worthy of attention and attend the great treat atop the Summit. To his surprise Hakay showed the wisdom and patience by patiently allowing the end of the dead flower to root in water. It then grew anew and shed fresh seeds which Hakay in turn gave to Urchuan to plant. Next, Hakay went to Imbri. He stood at the edge of an active volcano and even brave Hakay feared to approach. It was a long time before the Immortal One acknowledged him. “Do you dare step up to the brink?” Imbri asked Hakay in a voice as smooth as silk. A snake slid placidly through Imbri’s long black mane and he fixed Hakay with a lidless stare unlike any sort the young man had seen before. With a heart full of worry Hakay stepped up beside Imbri and gazed into the volcano. “What do you see?” Imbri pressed. “I see fire and the end of all things,” Hakay gulped. He feared that he had just proven himself a coward, but Imbri laughed at his response and fixed him with his unlidded gaze. “And yet you looked when I asked you to and you continue to look. Then I, like fire, will be at your meet,” Imbri dismissed him before Hakay had even had time to catch his breath. Imbri’s snake was draped over Hakay’s shoulder and did not leave when the young man gave it the chance. It accompanied Hakay on his final journey before the meet. He needed to find Arya. Arya was illustrious and austere. Always Hakay seemed to trail in her footsteps unable to catch up. Again his patience was tried. Always Imbri’s snake sniffed the air and informed Hakay she was still ahead. At last Hakay came upon a set of footsteps on the beach. Breathing calmly Hakay guided his feet to where each footstep had landed. At first the dance was slow and then it was fast until he could not quite catch his breath. He thought he would die. Then he found himself in Arya’s arms, hearing the song that she must have danced to along the long, silver stretch of beach. When the dance ended she was gone again, but with a promise Hakay heard in his mind to come and treat with the other powers. The three leaders came together and met with Kiya and Hakay. It was not an easy meet, but it was a powerful one given the blessing of the land. Each of them had a gift for Hakay. Urchuan bore the seed Hakay had returned to him, Imbri carried a sip of fire and Arya had a never ending song and imparted the rhythm of life to carry in his soul for his people. “Take this seed of patience,” Urchuan murmured. “Sip the fires and overcome fear,” Imbri chanted. “Hear the song of your people and of life,” Arya sang. It was a great burden that Hakay felt fall onto his shoulders, but he took these gifts ready to face the next task. That task was one belonging to his would be bride. The second task Paqaritle gave disdainfully, confident he would never succeed, and told Hakay that he must fish her up the second moon from the sea and offer it to her. And so Hakay climbed down to the water and cast his line out during the full moon. Although at first he had already shown great patience on the third month of fishing, about to admit defeat, he asked his friend, a lifelong fisherman, for help. The fisherman puzzled for a while, but showed Hakay how to weave a basket wide enough for the moon as it was reflected in the sea. Hakay smoothed a thin, silver disk and put it at the bottom of his basket. Indeed the image of the moon, reflected inside the water of the bucket was caught upon the disk and frozen in time. So, Hakay praised the beautiful piece of moon, admiring its beauty so that it would not slip away. At last he presented the moon, quivering silver, to Paqaritle. Last was the matter of Hakay being able to touch Paqaritle without harm. She had lived with Kiya’s power over her so long that it had become a curse. Nothing seemed to work even after the tasks Hakay had accomplished. Now both ruled together, but it was a loveless marriage with no heirs produced. No matter how Kiya tried she could not lift her own curse. Theirs was a marriage out of necessity and they ruled well, both gently and sternly, over their people. Regularly they met with the powers of the land. Kiya went to confer with other originals and was gone from their land a long time. As a favor, and a bit of lighthearted bribery on Kiya’s part, Mallos visited. And he looked at their curse and he laughed until he pretended to run out of breath laughing. He reminded Kiya that she would owe him a favor if he pointed out the problem she had overlooked. “It’s fear. You took two powerful people, wrapped up in this curse as their only excuse for standing near each other and then you tried to undo it. It’s part of them now. It would break before destroying either,” Mallos shared to his friend’s dismay. It still took the two fairies a surprisingly long time to consummate such a prediction, but once they did their ancestors ruled after them. Paqaritle went back up to the mountains she had come from and faded into the rock, Hakay joining her. Many, many years later these fairies thought their remembered god had returned to them. However, they were overrun by Spanish conquistadors and the stories of their ancient rulers were hidden lest those precious secrets fell into the wrong hands. |
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