Night had fallen.
The lake and its surroundings were quiet. As quiet as he had become.
Lying beside him, his backpack supported his harp, conveniently covered by its protective bag.
Bacca had too strong emotions still boiling inside, and this solitude unexpectedly relieved him a bit.
Even though he had long yearned for and feared to meet with elves and to mingle with them, what had just taken place had been far too powerful. It had awoken distant memories, grief, achievements both small and big; and now this turmoil that had bothered him since he came to know of the truth about his mother’s departure would have to be settled.
All the bitterness with his father had to be solved.
Yet now, despite all else; Bacca enjoyed the quietness.
As if the entire world behind had disappeared. In fact, it was as if beyond the lake and the trees there was nothing but the deep night sky.
The faint light from the stars reflected softly on the water and there was the slightest whisper of a note. It was beautifully simple, continuous and taking. Bacca quickly understood that closing his eyes to listen better would not work; the subtle sound was everywhere, the note resounded in his chest, so Bacca decided to ease his breath and remain open.
A part of him was excited that the sound had become clearer, but he persisted on easing his breath and remaining open.
He realized it was a voice that sounded like three; it would be children or women but it was not. It was deeper yet acute.
No, a part of his mind argued; there was another layer of resonance, and that was the deep one.
Somehow the light over the lake became brighter, or was his vision simply adjusting at a great rate to the relative darkness, Bacca wondered.
He didn’t linger on it though, for the light and the sound were becoming all the more intense.
The sound was vibrating into his bones and through his skin. It was as if every pore and muscle was being open and shaken.
Then the voice that had sounded like three multiplied into all possible levels of tone.
Bacca had never heard such moving harmonics; he felt his eyes were once again shedding tears and that was when he realized the new degree of light.
All of him was being crossed by that golden white light, and there was an irrepressible feeling of release.
He was so full of the light and the sound, the sound was music and beyond music; and when the scent of the pine trees started to gather around him, Bacca felt himself tearing open even more.
Driven by the multiple voice and the rejoicing light, he felt his body lifting and spreading.
The sound and the light wound wave delightfully like fire, but not burning; instead purifying and washing all within…
All was full of light.
All was full of love.
All was full of joy.
He exploded and saw all of the land from above.
All the eyes were his to look into and he saw all, and felt the love for all.
A pair stayed longer. They looked like his but wiser and deeper.
A strong wind joined under the light and its sound.
The eyes were fixing his intently and then all of the sudden; Bacca was elsewhere facing the most beautiful vision of a female he had ever laid eyes on. The eyes were hers, then.
Everything went dark and silent.
Bacca fell unconscious on Gronmerthill’s drakeport.
The lake and its surroundings were quiet. As quiet as he had become.
Lying beside him, his backpack supported his harp, conveniently covered by its protective bag.
Bacca had too strong emotions still boiling inside, and this solitude unexpectedly relieved him a bit.
Even though he had long yearned for and feared to meet with elves and to mingle with them, what had just taken place had been far too powerful. It had awoken distant memories, grief, achievements both small and big; and now this turmoil that had bothered him since he came to know of the truth about his mother’s departure would have to be settled.
All the bitterness with his father had to be solved.
Yet now, despite all else; Bacca enjoyed the quietness.
As if the entire world behind had disappeared. In fact, it was as if beyond the lake and the trees there was nothing but the deep night sky.
The faint light from the stars reflected softly on the water and there was the slightest whisper of a note. It was beautifully simple, continuous and taking. Bacca quickly understood that closing his eyes to listen better would not work; the subtle sound was everywhere, the note resounded in his chest, so Bacca decided to ease his breath and remain open.
A part of him was excited that the sound had become clearer, but he persisted on easing his breath and remaining open.
He realized it was a voice that sounded like three; it would be children or women but it was not. It was deeper yet acute.
No, a part of his mind argued; there was another layer of resonance, and that was the deep one.
Somehow the light over the lake became brighter, or was his vision simply adjusting at a great rate to the relative darkness, Bacca wondered.
He didn’t linger on it though, for the light and the sound were becoming all the more intense.
The sound was vibrating into his bones and through his skin. It was as if every pore and muscle was being open and shaken.
Then the voice that had sounded like three multiplied into all possible levels of tone.
Bacca had never heard such moving harmonics; he felt his eyes were once again shedding tears and that was when he realized the new degree of light.
All of him was being crossed by that golden white light, and there was an irrepressible feeling of release.
He was so full of the light and the sound, the sound was music and beyond music; and when the scent of the pine trees started to gather around him, Bacca felt himself tearing open even more.
Driven by the multiple voice and the rejoicing light, he felt his body lifting and spreading.
The sound and the light wound wave delightfully like fire, but not burning; instead purifying and washing all within…
All was full of light.
All was full of love.
All was full of joy.
He exploded and saw all of the land from above.
All the eyes were his to look into and he saw all, and felt the love for all.
A pair stayed longer. They looked like his but wiser and deeper.
A strong wind joined under the light and its sound.
The eyes were fixing his intently and then all of the sudden; Bacca was elsewhere facing the most beautiful vision of a female he had ever laid eyes on. The eyes were hers, then.
Everything went dark and silent.
Bacca fell unconscious on Gronmerthill’s drakeport.
