The Sixevenians

​Dawn in the waterfall village created a blue spectacle across the sky of S7. Although the light of the suns was beginning to color the tops of the giant trees, the seven moons were still visible in the sky like dim silver discs. The alignment promised by Sage Orom was getting closer. After saying goodbye to the tribe and receiving some supplies, the group set off in the cool morning air. Ramsi led the expedition, following the marks on his map; Iris walked beside him, bringing a calm and peaceful feeling to the group, while Jazzi, as usual, gently played her crystal branch, creating cheerful notes that set the rhythm of their steps. Behind them, Willity and Sixsevenin walked together, accompanied by Deri, who ran between the giant ferns, spreading his membranes to make little jumps through the air. As they left the waterfall's damp surroundings behind, the jungle began to change. The thick trees gave way to an area of low forest filled with translucent rocks that absorbed the morn...

After the peaceful departure of the Guardian of the Mist and its baby, the air in the waterfall village slowly became calm again. The villagers, still amazed by what they had just seen, carefully came out of the oval homes inside the trees. The warriors had put away their light spears and were looking at Willity, Sixsevenin, and the whole group with great admiration. Sage Orom led the explorers inside his large circular home. The place smelled of fresh resin and wet earth, and its walls were decorated with hand-carved pieces of bark that told stories from long ago. Once everyone had taken a seat on blankets made from shining fibers, Orom's eyes immediately fell on the creature resting curled up beside Willity. The old man narrowed his eyes in surprise and slowly leaned forward. —By the pure springs of S7... —Orom whispered with great respect.— It has been many ages since my eyes have seen a shape like this. Willity gently stroked his companion's back, whose glowing scales made ...