The Sixevenians

The journey through the jungle under guard continued in tense silence. The warriors with metallic skin walked firmly around the group, keeping their light spears pointed toward the ground but never lowering their guard. —At least they don't seem cruel, —Sixsevenin whispered very quietly to Willity.— If they wanted to hurt us, they wouldn't have helped us out of the waterfall current. Willity nodded, watching Deri walk close to his legs, his membranes folded and his ears alert to every sound coming from the vegetation. Beside him, Ramsi adjusted the weight of his huge wet backpack, while Jazzi made sure her crystal branch did not shine too brightly and disturb the guards. After following a path surrounded by enormous glowing ferns, the jungle opened up to reveal a remarkable village. The homes were not made of stone or metal like those in the northern domes. Instead, they were oval structures built harmoniously into the trunks of the thickest trees. Dozens of inhabitants of the ...

​The grinding sound of the walls closing in echoed through the pale stones of the hidden chamber. Blocks of rock crashed down from the ceiling, filling the air with thick dust, and every second brought them closer to disaster. Amid the chaos and the deafening noise, Jazzi stepped forward. She looked at the massive stone walls that threatened to crush them and raised her crystal branch. Closing her eyes, instead of shouting, she let a soft, pure, and wonderfully gentle melody flow from her voice. The fuchsia crystal on her branch began to pulse with a slow rhythm. It was a song that spoke directly to the living stone of S7. To everyone's amazement, the walls stopped moving with a sharp metallic click. The vibration did not disappear completely, but the crushing pressure came to a halt. Jazzi did not use her music only to activate ancient mechanisms. She also had the gift of communicating with the living matter and the very structure of the planet. Only a few meters to the right of t...