Lady Heera’s presence radiated authority and grace in the matriarchal society of the crystal city. At the bustling core of the civilization, she and her husband, M, laboured tirelessly, seamlessly blending the realms of technology and spirituality. Their endeavours captured the interest of the galactic community, enriching the entire Atlantean civilization. Lady Heera’s sway over the twelve families of Atlantis was unmistakable; her every utterance bore the weight of a sword. Through her actions, she infused her people with the conviction that each possessed a divine spark, underscoring the sanctity of every individual.
Elohim approached the priest M and lady Heera; he’d avoided for long time. The guilt and shame along his broken promise to limit the cruelty and inhuman experiments on animals by the scientists who are working under his command were out of control. He was more desperate than he’d thought, led him bringing the twelve families together in that day, with all their continuous conflict.
Elohim’s eyes sparkled with determination as he pledged to fulfil his promise and send Leen to Crystal City. The transmission of knowledge and wisdom was paramount, and it was foretold that Leen would eventually assume the chief scientist role in the capital, succeeding Elohim.
” It’s essential to consider the impact of our actions, my friend Elohim. Falling isn’t a disgrace, Elohim. It’s about having the courage to rise again. Instead of focusing on shame, let’s emphasize the importance of resilience and standing up again. Your team has violated the sanctity of the animal kingdom and perhaps deviated from the principles that made Atlantis great. It’s crucial to acknowledge the potential ramifications and approach this situation diplomatically and thoughtfully.”
“I can feel it deep in my bones, the weight of my wrongdoing. I’m putting my hope in your hands. Sending Leen to join your clan has been devastating for my wife, and I can see the toll it’s taking on her soul. But I’m driven by the desperation to save my people from their own self-destructive urges. Leen is the final puzzle piece holding the Atlantean Empire together, and as the cracks in our empire widen, fear begins to spread, sapping our strength.”
Lady Meera watched Lady Heera scan the hall, searching for answers: “What happened to your people? They are awfully materialistic, detached from their soul mission of growing internally and helping others to grow.”
Lady Meera was trapped in her tears, swimming in her thoughts of the final goodbye to her daughter a week from the party. People were invisible to her at that exact moment. Her words screamed softly,” Can Leen visit us every two years, please, lady Heera”.
“I see! You didn’t learn from your son’s failing the mission. You convinced M to send them back for a visit, and they never continued their training to be the most respected priests among the 12 families. Their father’s reputation took a hit after the failure, leading to a loss of influence over his team of scientists. This caused a significant divide in our society, unprecedented in the history of Atlantis. Never before had we seen so many wealthy families coexisting alongside the less fortunate in a single city, seemingly unfazed by the struggles of the underprivileged. Of course, Your demands have always been met by the priest M, but things are different now, Lady Meera. This time, I am taking charge; your daughter will answer to me and me alone.”
Lady Meethra could refuse that answer, but her throat tightened around the words. How could she say NO! She’d rather lose Leen for the greater good, rather than lose a promising future for Atlantis.
Her ego and conscience jumbled and buffed and vomited blame:” It is time for you to pay the price of spoiling your sons.”
Lady Meera couldn’t breathe. A hollowness echoed in her chest. Begging to see her daughter every once in a while, was pointless. Still, she grabbed Lady Heera’s hand shaking while her heart had ripped out of her chest. “Please, be kind to my Leen. She suffered enough tournament in this place.”
Leen, who cherishes the tranquillity of the night, stumbled. The fragrance of roses filled her with joy, but only a warm voice from inside could bring her back from her drunken reality; a soothing voice from within brought her back to reality, like the trickling of water, the singing pulled her in, causing her to freeze and part her bounds at the doorway’s threshold inward. Nothing can make her abandon those boundaries. Only the tender ancestral music could, yet she hummed along to the music, with her plumped lips.
The water is my soul.
The earth is my body resting for eternity.
The air speaks with my voice.
The light responded to me with fire.
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