The Sixevenians

Little by little, the three of them left behind the elevated terraces of the Lost City. The blue light still shone between the mountains, growing a little closer each day. Willity and Sixsevenin resumed their journey the following morning, shortly after breakfast, while the small creature accompanied them, jumping between the rocks and occasionally disappearing into the vegetation, only to reappear in front of them a short time later. They had left the highest part of the mysterious city behind, and before them stretched an immense plain covered with grass, roots, and the remains of ancient buildings, of which only the first foundations still survived. Over the years, vegetation had covered the old ruins so completely that they seemed to be just another part of nature. As they walked, they began to hear something strange. Whenever the wind passed through certain stones scattered across the plain, soft and deep sounds could be heard. They were not voices. Nor did they seem to come from ...

The morning after their encounter with the Guardian of the Mist began peacefully. The fog that had filled the jungle during the night slowly drifted away between the giant trees, revealing paths covered with shining leaves and enormous roots that seemed to stretch all the way to the horizon. Willity and Sixsevenin continued their journey shortly after breakfasting on some glowing fruits that grew beside a small stream. The blue light was still there, shining between the distant mountains. Every day it seemed a little closer, and although it was still impossible to know what it really was, both of them felt certain that something important awaited them on this journey. —One day we'll reach it —said Willity as he looked toward the horizon. —I hope so —replied Sixsevenin with a smile beneath his hood. They continued walking for hours. The jungle became denser and quieter, but little by little they began to notice strange things. First, they found a column completely covered in moss. L...