The Pact

From the sacred throne made of the most unknown rare stones, she rose upon hearing the Earth aching for her protection. The rays of the sunset touched her existence as soon as the wall separating her haven from the rest disappeared.

Her eyes landed on the individuals earnestly uttering their prayers, looking at her as if she had descended from above as the answer to their invocation the soonest she opened them.

“That’s the Queen—it’s our Queen!” one exclaimed in awe and stumblingly took off his footwear and humbled himself by going to her and touch her feet with his forehead.

“Oh, great heavens, we offer you our lives for hearing us today,” some blurted out in relief.

“How sure is he that she is the Queen?” others wondered in confusion.

“Do we even have one?” a few whispered.

“We don’t know. No one of us had seen her before.”

Buzzing echoed as they still wonder who she is and where she has been the whole time if she is indeed the queen. Certainly, she has always heard their summons, their cries for help, blessings, and grace. She is aware that on some occasions, they have doubted her presence. That she might have already abandoned her reign. She certainly did, but their need for her this time has forced her to finally aid them. Innately, she showed herself.

“But he, who has always been there throughout the days and nights, guarding her shrine this long, surely knows her with no doubt,” an anchorite meddled, holding tightly to his crane as he walked slowly, heading to their crowned maiden.

“But that guardian is blind! How can he possibly be sure that she is Her Majesty The Queen?” the nymphs behind him mumbled.

“That is why he knows her. Have you forgotten? Not even one of the dwellers of this forest have ever been born blind, for we are blessed with perfection. That is what our scripture says on its first page,” he confidently replied, referring to the tome placed in the middle and dark part of the forest. “But the one who has sworn that he will pledge his loyalty solely to her, to make the ancient goddesses entrust her safety to him until she gets awakened, is an exception. To gain their approval, he had willingly offered his eyes in exchange for their divine trust. For Her Majesty is not allowed to love and be loved by any man, he had to make sure to keep his sight out of her presence in flesh.”

Looking at her conscientious servant, she gazed at his eyes and felt pity for the guardian. And yet, the integrity, pride, and contentment shown in his face is evident enough to make anyone understand that he is beyond honored to be granted the noble task.

“As the ever powerful amongst the kingdoms of nymphs, mightiest amongst the race of fairies, as your sovereign goddess both in the lands of humans and pixies, heavens, and seas, I am now calling you, my gems. Please heed to my enchantment! Give no pity to these sacrilegious beings!” her voice roared, making every creature in her realm feel the need to hide from her sight.

On her palm are the gems of nature, that listens to no one but to her commands alone. The source of everything that only her can control.