Ibaeran arrived at the outskirts of the city, seeing nothing but arid dry lands ahead which spanned as far as the eye could see, there wasn’t even a single leafless shrub in the distance; it was all just a dry and barren wasteland.

Ibaeran then took a deep breath before bringing out the small box that held the Dumo Stone. She looked at it for a moment, internally contemplating if what she was about to do was right. The Dumo Stone was the very essence of life itself, it core, the source of life for every single living creature not only in her world but every single world where life exists, so would it be right to use such a sacred power just fulfill someone’s wish.

An image of Kolar and the way she held on to that wooden slab then appeared in her mind. Ibaeran then let out a deep sigh, recalling what she had been through and *sigh* did to get the Dumo Stone in the first place. She had soiled her hands with the blood of an innocent soul trying to get the Dumo Stone so she might as well use its power to do a single good deed.

Ibaeran then let out a deep breath, making up her mind and proceeding to open the box and brought out the Dumo Stone. She felt an overwhelming power flow through her the very moment her hands made contact with the stone, it was an exhilarating feeling could not describe, it felt pure, raw, and primal that penetrated the deepest depths of her soul and as the feeling washed over her, she was able to feel it, the delicate, thin, and invisible strings that connected every single living thing in her world and far beyond and all stemming from the Dumo Stone.

Ibaeran eyes then began to glow with a radiant emerald green and she was able to see them, the thin green threads of life that connected everyone, beasts, plants, man, and Uha Tamunarans alike, they were all connected by those thin threads which connected them all to the Dumo Stone, the source of life itself. Looking the at all, Ibaeran could help admire the beauty of it, to think that they were all connected, both Uha Tamunarans and humans by those invisible and delicate thin green threads.

Ibaeran then took a deep and tried to tap in to the seemingly overwhelming she felt come from the stone, to take control and command the power, however the power of life itself was a power of resists something Ibaeran truly understood the very moment she tried tapping in to it. An overwhelming surge of raw, untamed, and intense power flowed out of the Dumo Stone and in to her, sinking in to the deep depth of soul and core. But strangely, as the surge of power flowed through her, felt no pain of kind but rather she felt ecstatic, powerful, and free, it was a sensation Ibaeran had never and slowly she found herself beginning be intoxicated by it, craving more and more of the power. She then began to draw more and more power from the Dumo Stone in to her and as she did, the delicate threads that all living creatures were bounded began to be tainted and corrupted with a dark hue. Ibaeran then began to slowly be consumed by selfish and the primal urge and hunger to acquire more and more power, but as the very last ounce of her humanity was about to be consumed by her primal urges, the wings of the Su Baera began to glow and Ibaeran scattered power drunken mind became stable enough for her to hear a familiar faint whisper in her head;

“Don’t forget Ibaeran, don’t lose yourself to the power, remember who you are”.

Those words echoed in her head over and over again, and as they did flashes of past and everything she had been through, the fight, struggles, loss and pain, she saw it all, and upon seeing them all play out her head Ibaeran to mutter up the strength to resist the overwhelming power that was trying to consume her. It was a strange, one where no blows and hits were exchanged, seemingly silent struggle within her between her and the overwhelming power of life that dared to consume everything she was, but she would not allow it to. With the memories of her past and everything been through, Ibaeran greeted her teeth and fought with all her might, refusing to allow her to be lost forever in an overwhelming sea of power.

It was indeed and intense struggle but thanks to Ibaeran indomitable will which refused to submit to the raw, savage, and overwhelming power of the Dumo Stone, Ibaeran was able to claim victory over the power and upon doing so the thin threads that bounded all of life were no longer corrupted and tainted. Ibaeran then let a deep breath of relief, thankful that managed to resist the overwhelming power of life itself, she then looked down at the Dumo Stone, gazing at it with a look of pure and utter fear. Now, having witnessed her truly overwhelming the power of life could be, finally understand why the living embodiment of the Dumo Stone was so reluctant to give it to her.

“….The power of life is primal and savage at its very core…”

It was during that very moment, after feeling the raw and overwhelming power of life for herself that she was truly able grasp the meaning behind those words. The power of life itself was truly an overwhelming thing, it wasn’t just a power of creation it could also corrupt and if she hadn’t managed to find the strength to resist it she would have fallen to its primal and savage might.

Ibaeran then let a deep breath, recalling why she had come there in the first place and sought the power of the Dumo Stone. And even though she now knew just how dangerous the power of the Dumo Stone, she also understood its nature and purpose behind its power. Ibaeran then allowed the power flow through her once more but this time she didn’t feel overwhelmed by it and was able to take control of it. She then used the power of the Dumo Stone to manifest thousands of threads that sprouts out of the Dumo Stone and on to the arid and dry earth. And upon doing, the slowly began to morph and change with green grass sprouting out of ground along with bushes, plants of all kind, beautiful and colorful flowers and trees that bored fruits of all kind. The arid infertile land was now teeming with all kinds of green life.

Ibaeran, seeing that her work was done, put the Dumo Stone back in its box, before taking a moment to glance at what she had just created. Before stood a large forest filled with towering trees and all kinds of vegetation.

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Ibaeran then scratched the back of her head with a smile on her face while thinking that she may have over did it quite a bit. But, looking at what she created, she couldn’t help but smile especially after knowing the fact that it would be the thing that would bring a smile to a certain red skinned girl.

The sun rose staring the dawn of a brand new day. Kolar, the golden rays from the sun up above reached her eyes, slowly opened up her eyes.

“Alright guys, it’s morning, time to wake up “ , she called out to her two friends.

Felesh then woke up upon hearing Kolar’s voice and then proceeded to unwrap his body around her and Etar. Kolar and Felesh were now wide awake and on their feet looking down at the skinny Etar on the floor sleeping as though he was a log.

“He sleeps almost as much as he eats”, Felesh remarked at the sleeping Etar.

Kolar just rolled her eyes at his remark before going to Etar and try shaking him awake.

“Five more minutes”, Etar spoke without even making any attempts to open his eyes.

“Come on sleep head, it’s a brand new day, do you really want to waste it sleep”, said Kolar in an attempt to wake Etar up.

“Got any food”, replied Etar with his eyes still shut.

“No but if you get up we can…”Kolar was cut off midsentence by Etar snoring which greatly annoyed and enraged her.

“That’s it I’m going to…” Kolar was cut off mid sentence by Etar getting up abruptly, greatly shocking Kolar and Felesh.

Etar then sniffed the air a few times, perceiving a strange aroma in the wind, before, without even uttering a single word run off.

“Should we follow him or…” a simple annoyed look from Kolar was enough tell him what was obvious.

“Follow him got it”, Felesh said with a playful smile on his face before he and Kolar raced off after Etar.

Etar ran as fast as his skinny little lets could carry, blitzing through the city while following the magnificent scent of the aroma in the air. He ran and he ran, following his noses all the way to the city’s outskirts before finally stopping.

Kolar who was beyond annoyed with Etar’s antics that morning, wore a fury on her face as she and Felesh chased after him but that look instantly vanished upon witnessing what laid at the city’s edge. Kolar and Felesh stood next to Etar, with a look of astonishment, awe, and shock evident on their faces upon seeing what they could only describe as a massive field stretched far out as far as the eyes could see.

Then slowly the people of Kiripapaboa stepped out of their homes to witness, with the same look of awe, astonishment, and shock as the child, the miracle that had seemingly sprout out of the barren lands overnight.

“What is this?” asked Felesh.

Kolar then brought out the slap with her picture on it, looking at it and then back at the forest before her before saying with a smile on her face, “A dream”.

Etar then dashed away once more, following his nose to the source of the scent he perceived in the air only to be lead to field of flower.

“Gotcha”, said Etar with a smile on his face, happy to have finally found the source of the aroma he sensed in the air before diving in to the fields of flowers and stuffing them all in to his mouth.

“Hmm, not bad but I expected it to taste sweeter than this”, Etar said as he munched down on a few of the flowers, slightly disappointed that they didn’t taste as sweet as they smelt.

Kolar just watched Etar with a little smile on her face as thought about how childish was for eating flowers before noticing the trees and spotting the fruits growing on them.

Etar was busy stuffing his mouth with more and more flowers before hearing Kolar call out for him, “Hey Etar”.

Etar turned to the directing of her voice only to receive a fruit tossed to him by her.

“Trust me they are way more tastier than in those flowers”, said Kolar.

Etar upon hearing what Kolar said immediately sank his teeth in to the fruit, biting off its juicy flesh before swallowing.

“Hmm, is this what paradise tastes like”, Etar said with a satisfied to on his face upon eating the fruit before collapsing on the floor.

Kolar and Felesh just looked at him lying on the floor before bursting out in to laughter and joining him on the soft grassy floor.

“Where did this all come from?” asked Felesh, wondering where the vast forest they currently laid on came from.

“Yeah”, Etar spoke as took another bit of the fruit.

“I mean I’m not complaining or anything especially with food as good as this…” Etar struggled to remember the name of juicy ball he was eating

“Fruit”, Kolar interjected.

“Yeah, fruit, but I would still like to know where this all came from”, said Etar.

“Yeah, I’m correct if I’m wrong but all of this can’t just happened overnight” said Felesh.

“Maybe it’s a dream, a very tasty dream”, said Etar as tossed the last bit of fruit in to his mouth.

“Would you stop saying nonsense already”, said Felesh before turning to Kolar and asked, “Hey, who do you think caused this?”

Kolar then looked up to the vast blue sky above her head, her eyes scanning the skies almost as though she was search for something. Her eyes then found something sparkle from up above reminding her of something she saw last night though she originally dismissed it as nothing more than a dream.

“I don’t, I think Etar’s on to something”, said Kolar with her eyes still fixed on the sky.

“What?” said Felesh, shocked upon hearing Kolar actually agree with Etar.

“See, and you said it was nonsense”, said Etar while sticking out his tongue at Felesh like a child.

“Oh grow up”, Felesh said annoyed at Etar.

“Would you two just shut up already and just look up”, Kolar said.

The two boys then stopped bickering and then joined Kolar to look up to the sky.

“Is it just me or those the sky look prettier than usual”, said Etar.

“Yeah”, Felesh said, agreeing with Etar.

Kolar simply smiled as she continued to look at the sky while internally thanking whatever or whoever it was that made that dream of hers come through.

Ibaeran, from high up in the sky, watched at the people of Kiripapaboa, began gathering the forest she created with children playing about in the fields and the hungry feeling their bellies with fruits. The people looked as those were, after a very long period of sorrow and misery, at peace and could finally laugh, smile, play, and look forward to better days.

Ibaeran then spotted something, the little red skinned girl along with her friends looking up at the sky and for a moment, Ibaeran thought that she could see her so high up. Ibaeran then spotted something in the girl’s eyes, something she couldn’t believe could ever see within the eyes of an Uha Tamunaran, the exact same twinkle she saw in the eyes of her people when they saw her with the steel wings.

Ibaeran felt a heart with a mix of sadness and guilt before bringing out the box containing the Dumo Stone. Six days out of the seven had already passed and that very day was the seventh, meaning she only had a single day to make up her mind to submit to the greatest monster she had ever known and hand over to him the power of life itself, a power capable of corruption or fight and risk both her life and the life of her people.

She had a choice to between fighting or submitting, to live the life of a slave or to risk falling along with her people in battle. The choice was hers and hers alone to make.