In this fantasy where the world beckons in existence, the twin lies in the shadows, to where the faenas live in harmony with the earth, the skies that scales everywhere, where the winds blows in mysterious ways, the lands shaped in queerness, the waters that burble on their way paths of rivers, as the bioluminescent plants shine and glow bright from the sun's kiss.
Children like laughter spreads through the forests, their wings flapped in joys, their excitement was born with the earth celebrating, it was equivalent to the trumpets and songs of angels when the child of God was born.
"The newborn is here!"
"We must celebrate and welcome a child of the earth!"
"Glory to the earth mother's child!"
The fae praised.
The heavens rained gently as the sun greatly welcomes with the rays of the dawn, the world of twins rejoiced, the seas happily sent its children, the water bubbles and formed droplets of water, their defiance of gravity lit up and rose to the skies.
In the outskirts of the skylands, where the dim rays of sunlight shown an ancient figure of the forest, a Trent who walks on its own feet, the ground he walks, the ground flourishes, the flowers bloomed, the trees who aged long stepped aside their roots and became one with the elder Trent's roots that began to attach with the earth.
The children of seas, the whales of Gnont hailed in deep layers now found in the surface of the sea, splash of water was heard as they breached in excitement, their songs echoed in the far winds.
"Is it truly happening?"
The village of the faenas, Ladrot were filled with whispers and gossips of the lips, flames were lit from torches, songs, harps, drums as if the sounds of festivals were happening, it was the first time in a long time where a destined child of the earth was born, kissed by the mother earth's lips, the honored one where the seas children sought the skies for such a child was to be remembered by the soul of the world.
"A child of our mother has come! we must greet them!"
"Look mom! the fae is coming! and droplets of water in the sky!"
A ball like droplets of water floated and brought tears of the sea as their gifts in line, the fairies veiled from their illumination brought berries and fruits in hands. There was an even more stranger creature, a stick with carved faces on its top brings a strange bark of tree piece.
Some people were surprised by such an appearance of a new giver, the Dark Trent.
"My is that a dark Trent?"
"Amazing...there were no saying of a Dark Trent giving gifts to the previous maidens"
"Is there something special with today's maiden?"
Gasps were heard from the branch of a crystal tree that came from the north.
"Is that a winter own carrying a branch of the ode of destiny?"
"What the heck?"
Flapping wings towards the entrance of the house, it rested atop the roof. More fae gathered in line to bring their gifts of gratitude to the earth.
Everyone had ignited hearts of curiosity, such a day was to be remembered by the generations for several centuries have passed since the last was remembered and celebrated by the world. The fae who stood and watched were awaiting with the people in front of a house. A woman screams in her labor, giving her last push to the awaited child.
The elder who gasped, present as the labor had an astonished face and with that the bird who carried the branches of destiny flapped its wing and fly.