《Worlds Divided Flara’s Journey》Chapter 4 The Journey Begins
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Flara and Tarot stood up. They became transfixed on the mist before them. It ebbed and flowed with love and peace from Nova's aura. The mist took shape and suddenly Nova stood before them, her mist swirling out like tendrils in the air. “Flara, you and Tarot have a special connection." As Nova spoke, her voice carried a power behind it, still, it was comforting. "Your souls are connected. Tarot came to our land to help you fulfill your purpose . What you don’t know is that Tarot is from this world .“ Flara and Tarot looked at each other in shock . “I’m actually from here?” He whispered, as he placed his hand on his head pulling his fingers through his hair. His thoughts started racing. How could this be? All his life, he had only known pain and misery, it's all he could remember. He had never felt such peace and happiness before as he did here. “ Yes. You and Flara were friends, kindred spirits. However, something terrible happened during a summer solstice, you crossed the portal and were trapped in the world of Devastation and Sorrow. Flara, you were there when it happened . I did everything I could to bring you back, but once you were in Sinister’s world, he took a hold of you and didn’t allow you to come back. All I could do was call upon Dilos to take care of you. He found you and protected you all these years.” Tarot's heart was beating faster. His couldn’t get over the thought that he was part of this world. Flara put her arm around him , she felt his confusion. Nova's presence got closer. “ Tarot, Dilos was from this world, too. I sent him to you.” He winced and felt his heart ache. "Dilos..." he said slowly.
He looked up to see Nova's aura. It swirled and flowed before them and he fell into a trance. Flara squeezed his paw bringing him back. “Dilos was tough," he finally said. "Made me work hard, kept me out of trouble, even defended me when things got tough. But I saw the negativity slowly eating him up inside, making his mind deteriorate. He was working on something important , something that brought Sinister to him and take his life force. It all happened so fast, and yet I couldn't do anything to stop it. I saw him lay there, lifeless. I could do nothing to help him after all he had done for me. Then I heard a voice call on me to go to the crossing to meet someone important.” He looked at Flara , her eyes soaked with tears. Her heart broke when she heard this. The pain that she was feeling was real. She didn’t like the feeling of heart break. She caught her breath. Nova continue to speak . “ I called on you, Tarot to help Flara with this journey. Dilos had some help from me. He was trying to manipulate the portal so you could cross over. He sacrificed himself so you could come here to be with Flara and to help her.”
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“But..but why can’t we remember each other?“ Flara asked, her mind searching for answers. “I blocked your memories." Nova said. "A lot happen up to the day Tarot crossed the portal. Things that you don’t understand now but you will when you finish this journey. Our worlds are changing. The society within the worlds are changing as well. Things cannot continue as they are. I needed the both of you to help in this journey of changes to come .” Flara hearted pounded listening to every word . She heard the word purpose and knew this was going to be the journey she was searching for. “What kind of changes ?” Flara asked, intrigued.
“The time has come, the world of devastation and sorrow is beginning to merge with our own. The boundaries are weakening. As the lines between our worlds continue to crumble, this new existence will demand order. Without order, chaos will ensue. There must be balance; rules in which the new world will have to obey. You both must go to the sacred ruins that are located at the boundary line of Devastation and Sorrow in order to create these new laws. There, you will make the rules that will govern the new world. Dilos had sacred objects that he kept safe until the time they are needed. These are not ordinary objects, each has the power to control the environment around them and will help restore balance.” Nova held out two necklaces made out of gold. A pendant of red quartz crystal hung from each of them. The necklaces gently floated into Flara's and Tarot’s paws.
“These will carry with you the love and protection from this world. As long as you have them on, you cannot be tempted or changed by another worlds influence. You must go to Devastation and Sorrow to find who has the sacred objects, they will tell you what you must do to bring balance to our worlds . Take this.” A floating blue orb fell into Flara’s paw . “This will allow you to transport into Devastation and Sorrow. Be careful how you use it. Simply tap it three times and hold on to each other. This will bring you into the land, but be careful, and remember that others do not have the gifts of understanding that you have. You must be examples of kindness and gentleness to them even if they can’t provide you these things in return. I will also restore part of your memories so that you may both connect again .“ Nova placed her misty paws on both their heads. Before she dissipated she said to Flara, ”This is what you were seeking. This is your purpose .” Nova then slowly moved away and disappeared into the air.
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Flara and Tarot looked at each other. They suddenly both felt their connection grow stronger. Thoughts of their childhood rushed into their minds. Tarot fell to his knees and burst into tears . All the loss and the suffering he went through all these years, now to realize that he was part of this world. Flara embraced him; tears running down her face . He cupped her face and looked into her green eyes , looking into her soul. He lean towards her and kissed her. Flara eyes widen in surprise , as she felt his soft lips pressed against hers. Her eyes slowly closed as she embraced him. She could feel the energy in their bodies coursing like an electric current, their souls merging into one. It felt so right as her heart fluttered . Flara caressed the back of Tarot's neck. She wanted this moment to last forever. Tarot pulled back and saw Flara’s face blushing a bright pink. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled with embarrassment. Flara smiled and hugged him, kissing him softly on the cheek. They sat and talked all throughout the day and into the evening. They caught up with what had happened in their lives and also talked about foolish, fun stuff. It felt good just to relax and unwind with each other. As night came, they made a fire. They stared into the warm, blazing flames and listened to it crackle. “Flara, the things you will see in that world, you will not forget or be able take them out of your thoughts. They will always be there.” Tarot said, his voice growing serious. Flara looked into his sad eyes. “Nova said this is what we had to do for the sake our lands , our purpose, right?” Tarot nodded. “I suppose you are right, but you need to be ready.” Flara put her hand on Tarot’s. “I felt your emotions, I may not have seen it but I think you have given me something to expect.” Tarot took a deep breath and continued to stare into the fire. “I think we have had enough for one day, let’s rest and we will make our journey tomorrow.” Flara thought that was a good idea. They laid down next to the fire holding each other as they slowly went to sleep, not knowing lay ahead of them, but hopefully it would lead them to change.
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