Cecilia /  Sacred.

Part 4. December 4^th 2020.

Josephiel was squirting with his large, gorgeous, sparkling dragon eyes to look deep in to the crystal wall in front of him. He stroke the wall of the gigantic Fire & Ice rock with his front paws, followed the straight edges up until they started to point up towards the crystal peak. Its summit seemed to connect through the hole in the ceiling of the cave straight up to the North Star.

 

He turned tilted his head a bit to the side, to be able to see between the lines, which were running vertically closest to the wall and then crisscrossing like spider webs through the inner space of the gem, a little better.

 

He was zooming in. Wow! It seemed like he was moving closer just by focusing!

 

He put his claw on the surface of the crystal wall. His claw moved through the surface as if it was water! Then his whole front leg went through to his elbow.

 Wooooow!  He put his nostrils against the surface. His whole head moved through. 

Wowowowooooow! He moved his whole front body through the crystal veil. Within seconds his tail swung through and he heard a cracking sound behind him once he was entirely on the other side. Like ice breaking. When he turned to look he saw it was actually ice healing. 

 

Well, that was the Ice part of the Fire & Ice. Now, where was the Fire?

 

“Ho,ho,ho!”, he heard a voice through the trees. “Where is the Fire? Ho, ho, hooooo! You’re a dragon ain’t you?”

 

Josephiel smiled to himself.

 

Of course! He’d seen the Ice. He was bringing the Fire. He laughed out loud and he smacked himself on the forehead with his paw. 

 

OK, so what was in front of him right here right now? He decided to take to the air and check the place out from the skies of this dimension.

 

After some twists and turns, some serious sky dancing White-Dragon-style, he was close to the glen he’d seen when he peaked in to the crystal for the first time. 

 

Indeed, there was movement down there.

 

Disguising himself as a soft cloud he managed get pretty close. Two beings making their way through deep snow. One was a little wolf pup, he could see now. He sensed its playful energy, paired with a seriousness. Like this wolf pup had a huge task. The road before him seemed to be paved with an enormous purpose. 

And the other one?  Hmmmmm, small too but not as playful… 

Was it? Oh yes, it was!  It was a human. But how come did she have the same clan energy print as the little wolf pup?

 

They both stopped, looked up, straight at him.

 

“Josephiel! I know you are there.” The voice was not outside him. It was telephatically arriving inside his head.

 

“Who are you? How do you know me? My name? How can you see me? Where are you?” Josephiel sent back.

 

“It’s me! Vayu! The Wind Whispering Wolf! I am here! With you!  Or right below you Cloud Shrouding White Dragon! Welcome!” 

 

Josephiel looked down and saw the little wolf pup jumping up and down, pulling the rim of the humans coat with his teeth while pointing his nose up to the sky.

 

“And this is Samantha. Flower Of The North.”  Vayu turned his head towards the girl.

 

“Delighted to meet you Samantha”, Samantha heard coming out of the cloud above them.

 

She looked up as the cloud gently morphed in to the most gorgeous dragon she ever could have imagined. He looked like he was made of crystals and diamonds and stars and sagas. Sacred.

 

Silent Night.

 

Cecilia Götherström , December 4th 2020.