5 Chapter IV : Embarking on the Phoenix Express
Leila blinked in astonishment as she took in the sight of the three formidable women standing before her cabin. The sun's rays danced off their powerful presence, leaving Leila feeling small and insignificant in comparison. She quickly composed herself and mustered the courage to speak.
"Who are these women?" Leila whispered, her eyes fixed on the trio.
"Aren't you going to ask about the huge bird that looks like a phoenix?" Arya asked with a playful lilt in her voice.
"No, I've reached my limit for today. Just tell me about things that won't strain my brain. Like things that don't defy common sense. For normal people." Leila replied dryly.
"I didn't know water-bending was the new 'normal'. Does attacking people with water blades sound normal to you?"
"Compared to you guys? Definitely."
Arya rolled her eyes. Well, it's not like she didn't get where Leila was coming from. Learning that you're hosting an otherworldly spirit in your body, that monsters exist, and that the fate of the world rests on your shoulders all in one day was enough to drive anyone crazy. Yet Leila had taken it all in stride and Arya was impressed by her adaptability. She was truly proving herself to be a worthy vessel for the water spirit.
Arya grinned mischievously, her gaze shifting between the women. "These are my guards, my personal escorts. The one in front, with the stoic face is Zola. The one with the mean look is Winda. And the one staring at you like a creep is Imani. Friendly advice: you should definitely judge the book by its cover with these girls."
"Princess! How could you abuse me like this in front of people? I told you before, save that for our private moments," Imani chided playfully, winking at Arya.
"What?! Abuse?" Leila shrieked, looking at Arya in horror.
Arya glared at Imani. "Just ignore her. The things she says are eighty percent of the time rubbish."
She gestured to the mystical bird standing proudly behind. "Bow down before the queen of all birds! Our beautiful, majestic and resident diva, Amara!" She finished with a curtsy.
Amara spread her wings and let out a loud, melodic cry, as if to acknowledge the reverence. Amara's cry was met with a chorus of other birds, creating a symphony of nature's music. Her resplendent feathers shimmered in the sunlight, and she preened herself under Leila's admiring gaze.
Arya shook her head at Amara's constant need to show off. Then, she turned to Zola, having to raise her head to look into the woman's eyes. "Well, what do you have to say?"
Zola and Winda exchanged a meaningful glance. Winda shook her head slightly, indicating her disagreement with whatever she saw in Zola's eyes. Zola sighed inwardly and resigned herself before redirecting her attention back to Arya.
"You were right." She answered expressionlessly.
"And?" Arya held her hips and arched an eyebrow, waiting.
"I am sorry for doubting you, your highness." She said tightly. Arya smiled triumphantly.
"However," Zola began, "you were still wrong for sneaking out of the mansion. If you had taken the time to properly explain your plan to Nala, I'm sure she would have approved and we could have done this the proper way."
"Proper this, proper that. You're always like this! It's so suffocating." Arya rolled her eyes. "What matters is that, thanks to me, we've finally found a host. Guys, meet Leila, the water spirit's host!"
"Hi there!" Imani waved enthusiastically. "You have no idea how thrilled I am to finally meet you!" She embraced Leila in a bone-crushing hug. Literally. Leila could swear she heard her back crack. She couldn't breathe much less talk.
"Oh, I think she does. You better let go of her now before all my hard work goes to waste."
Imani obeyed. Leila's voice barely rose above a whisper as she gasped for air, rubbing her back. "Are they hosts too?"
Arya shook her head. "No, they're not. They are skilled warriors, trained to protect me and ensure my safety. Don't worry, they are loyal to me and we can trust them with our lives. By the way, why do you keep whispering?"
Leila hurriedly replied, "No reason."
In truth, she felt a bit overwhelmed. It had been a long time since she was in others' company. And these women were a bit... intense, to say the least. But Leila disliked feeling vulnerable in front of people, so she did her best to appear confident. Later, when she was alone, she could have her mental breakdown.
"Are you ready to depart, my lady?" Winda inquired.
"I am." Then, turning to Leila with a gentle smile, she asked, "Are you ready?"
Leila sensed from the look in Arya's eyes that her question held a double meaning.
Are you ready to leave your old life behind?
She reached for the silver butterfly necklace around her neck and squeezed it tightly, feeling its cool presence.
Leila mumbled under her breath, her eyes closed. "Dad, Anele, I'll finally be able to keep my promise."
Arya overheard but made no acknowledgment. "Well?"
Leila slowly opened her eyes, determination shining in their depth. "I am!"
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"So, can you explain to me again what we're about to do right now?" Leila asked, her voice full of fear.
"Why? Didn't you hear it the first time?" Arya responded, her tone laced with amusement.
"No. I just want to make sure." She cautiously looked down at the ground from her perch on Amara's back, her grip on the majestic bird's feathers tightening.
As Leila peered over the edge of Amara's enormous body, her heart raced with trepidation. The ground seemed distant, making her stomach churn. However, fear overshadowed her ability to appreciate the beauty of the scenery. She quickly averted her gaze, seeking solace in the safety of Amara's massive form.
"We're just going to sit like this on her back? Won't we fall off?" Leila asked, her worry evident.
Winda let out a scoff and glanced at Amara. "We once tried to saddle her."
Leila waited for more, but Winda remained silent. Probing further, Leila asked, "And?"
"Let's just say we now have a strict 'no saddle' policy," Winda replied with a wry smile.
This revelation didn't make Leila feel any better. From her elevated perch atop Amara, the world appeared both breathtaking and terrifying. The meadow stretched out before her, bathed in the sun's golden glow, while the nearby stream sparkled with its gentle flow. The familiar sight of her cabin brought a hint of solace, a small anchor amidst the vastness of the world from this elevated perspective.
Noticing her distress, Arya decided to help. "Alright, Imani. Do that thing you always do when we have someone new onboard."
"As you wish, princess!" Imani gave her a playful salute before standing up.
She stood up and faced her audience. "Ladies, welcome aboard the whimsical Phoenix Express with service from Lutetia to Ilam. My name is Imani, and I'll be your hostess today, here to ease any fears you might have about flying on a Phoenix's back for the first time."
Amara gave Imani a sidelong glance, followed by an eye roll that went unseen.
Leila was taken aback. "Wait a minute! We're going overseas?"
"Yes," Arya responded matter-of-factly.
Leila sounded concerned. "But this isn't a plane! Won't it take us days to get there? We don't have any food!" Then she gasped in horror, leaned towards Arya and whispered, "What about the bathroom?"
Arya burst into laughter. "Don't worry about that. There's no plane in this world that can match Amara in speed. Don't interrupt our hostess."
Imani reassured, "First of all, let me assure you that our Phoenix is a skilled and experienced flyer. She has the ability to fly at incredible speeds, but don't worry, we won't be reaching the speed of light. Just close enough. Amara will ensure a smooth and comfortable flight for all of us."
Amara released a piercing cry, flapping her wings and creating wind currents that rustled the meadow grass and tree leaves. With deliberate grace, she lowered her head, her sharp eyes gleaming. The vibrant colors of her feathers-crimson, gold, and shimmering amber-caught the sunlight, casting an ethereal glow. The air crackled with energy, and warmth radiated from Amara's core, enveloping them in pure heat. As Amara absorbed the surrounding light, the air shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors, creating an enchanting atmosphere.
"We're currently waiting for Amara to gather enough energy for takeoff, which should happen any moment now. We ask that you please lay down on your stomach and hold on tightly to the feathers at this time. Secure all baggage under Winda's muscular arm. Now, I understand that some of you may be concerned about the possible health implications of this unique mode of travel. While I cannot promise an entirely risk-free experience, Amara's extraordinary abilities will help mitigate any potential issues."
Leila's heart quickened with anticipation as Amara's wings unfurled, casting a majestic shadow over the landscape. Clutching onto Amara's sleek feathers, she could feel the surge of energy coursing through the Phoenix's magnificent form. With a powerful beat of her wings, Amara lifted off the ground, surrounded by a swirling gust of wind.
As they ascended, Imani continued. "As the light spirit's familiar, Amara's abilities include potential healing properties. In case of any minor discomfort, such as the heat melting your skin, she can stimulate healing processes, ensuring a speedy recovery and maintaining our well-being throughout the journey."
Leila's face paled. "Wait, did you just say melting skin?"
Imani ignored her. "Rest assured, you won't have time to worry about falling off due to wind pressure. Also, attempting to jump off the Phoenix during the flight is strictly prohibited. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax and enjoy the rest of the flight." She winked at Leila and laid down on her stomach.
Leila took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She reminded herself that she was safe, secured on the sturdy back of a creature larger than life. With each exhale, she summoned the courage to face her fear of heights, knowing that this journey required her to conquer not only external challenges but also the inner battles that raged within.
And then, with an awe-inspiring burst of power, Amara propelled herself skyward, leaving the earthly realm far behind. Arya's hair billowed and danced in the wind, responding to the exhilarating velocity. As Amara climbed higher and higher, Arya marveled at the world below, shrinking to miniature proportions as they soared into the sky. She could never get enough of this feeling.
Once they reached an appropriate altitude, Arya could sense a subtle shift in Amara's energy. A surge of anticipation filled her, knowing the imminent acceleration to near light speed. The flight became a blur of motion as Amara's wings propelled them forward with astonishing velocity.
The surroundings transformed into streaks of vibrant colors, blending into a mesmerizing symphony. Time seemed to stretch and contract, as if bending to Amara's will.
Leila held on tightly, eyes closed, her senses heightened by the exhilarating rush. The sheer speed at which they traveled infused her with a sense of liberation and boundless possibility. As Amara blazed through the celestial expanse, Leila's heart swelled with a profound sense of awe and gratitude, realizing the privilege of being part of such an extraordinary journey.
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An indefinite amount of time later, Leila opened her as she felt Amara lose speed. As Amara decelerated and approached their destination, the streaks of vibrant colors gradually faded, giving way to a serene and breathtaking landscape.
"We are currently cruising at an altitude of, I don't know, 3 kilometers? And at an airspeed of, huh, 200 kilometers per hour? Anyway, the time is 3:25 pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land in the mansion approximately fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. The weather in Ilam is clear and sunny, with a high of 25 degrees this afternoon. If the weather cooperates we should get a great view of the city as we descend. Thank you for choosing the whimsical Phoenix Express." Imani bowed amidst applause from Zola and Winda, while Arya whistled with her fingers.
As Amara slowly descended, the landscape unfurled like an exquisite tapestry beneath her. Rolling hills and lush greenery extended as far as her eyes could see. Winding rivers glimmered under the sun's radiant beams, mirroring its brilliance. Trees stood like miniature figurines, their branches outstretched as if yearning to touch the heavens. Majestic mountains loomed in the distance, their lofty peaks reaching skyward. Fluffy clouds floated lazily across the sky, casting fleeting shadows that danced along the landscape.
"Well, Imani said city but we're actually in the country side." Arya explained.
Leila's heart raced, torn between awe and anxiety. The sheer vastness of the world from this height reminded her of her own insignificance, like a small speck amidst the grandeur of nature. It was a humbling experience, tinged with a sense of vulnerability.
Her gaze darted back down to her hands, seeking refuge from the dizzying heights. She longed for the moment when they would descend to a more manageable altitude, a place where her racing heart could find solace.
A few minutes later, Arya exclaimed. "Look, Leila. We're almost there!"
Leila timidly raised her head and her eyes widened in wonder at the sight before her.
Nestled amidst the picturesque landscape of Ilam stood a resplendent mansion, exuding an aura of opulence and regality.
The mansion's exterior was a harmonious blend of intricate details and grandeur. Its walls, fashioned from smooth, sun-kissed sandstone, rose proudly towards the sky. Adorning the façade were meticulously crafted carvings that told stories of ancient legends and celebrated Ilam's rich history. Delicate filigree patterns intertwined with motifs inspired by nature, such as blooming lotus flowers and gracefully curved vines, creating a mesmerizing display of artistry.
Ornate archways, reminiscent of an ancient palace, beckoned visitors to step inside. They were adorned with delicate arabesques, expertly carved into the stone, reflecting the rich heritage and opulence of Ilam's royal history.
The entrance to the mansion commanded attention, as grand double doors, embellished with intricate silver inlays that depicted scenes from Ilam's folklore and crafted from the finest ebony wood, stood tall and majestic.
The courtyard boasted vibrant gardens surrounding a mosaic-adorned fountain.
As they landed near the mansion, Leila could feel a sense of awe and enchantment. Zola helped her up while the others jumped off Amara's back. She felt a little dizzy and nauseous. Amara let out a gentle cry, a melodic sound that resonated through the air, as if expressing her own satisfaction with the successful flight.
"I'll carry you down," Zola announced.
"Huh? No need, I can do it my-" Leila peered down at the ground and swiftly changed her mind. "Actually, I'll leave it to you. Thank you."
Zola carried Leila on her shoulders like a potato sack, making Leila feel embarrassed. She closed her eyes as Zola jumped from Amara's back and landed with a loud thump. She put Leila on to her feet, nodded briskly and walked away expressionlessly.
Leila stood at the edge of the mansion's grand entrance, her eyes fixed on the vast courtyard that stretched before her. Suddenly, the rhythmic beat of drums reverberated through the surroundings, gradually growing in intensity.
From inside the mansion, a procession of women emerged, adorned in a kaleidoscope of vibrant, flowing garments that swirled and twirled with each step. Their movements were a testament to grace and elegance, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony.
Leila's eyes widened in wonder as she observed the dancers, their feet barely touching the ground, as if propelled by an otherworldly energy. Their synchronized steps created a mesmerizing spectacle, a visual symphony that enraptured the senses.
As the dance continued, voices rose in jubilant ululations, blending with the pulsating rhythm. The harmonious cacophony echoed through the courtyard, resonating in Leila's heart. She felt herself becoming immersed in the collective euphoria, carried away by the surge of emotions that radiated from the performers.
And then, in a mesmerizing display of their unique power, the dancers unleashed the true extent of their abilities. Sparks of electricity crackled and danced between their outstretched hands, illuminating the courtyard with a magical radiance. Leila watched, her breath caught in her throat, as the ethereal display unfolded before her.
The air crackled with energy as arcs of lightning weaved and twirled in intricate patterns, casting an ethereal glow upon the faces of Arya's people. Their control over electricity was nothing short of awe-inspiring, a testament to their deep connection with the forces of nature.
With the crescendo of the dance, the music gradually faded, and the dancers came to a graceful halt. A profound stillness settled over the courtyard, broken only by the crackling remnants of electrified energy. As the final surge dissipated, a hushed silence fell upon the crowd. Their collective gaze turned towards Arya.
The crowd parted, creating a path, and a tall and striking woman emerged. Her presence commanding attention. Her chin bore a distinctive tattoo, accentuating her features, and she strode purposefully towards Arya. The aura surrounding her exuded power and authority, while her face remained grave and intimidating. Her piercing gray eyes held an intensity that could not be ignored.
She stood before Arya, her stature towering over the shorter figure, and for a moment, a silent confrontation ensued. Arya met her gaze with a haughty expression, undeterred by the display of authority.
And then, in perfect unison, everyone bowed deeply before Arya, their bodies bending forward in a gesture of reverence and respect. Each hand found its place gently over their hearts, their voices melding together in a chorus of utmost sincerity, "Welcome back, princess."
The words lingered in the air, infused with profound reverence and loyalty. Leila stood there, overwhelmed by this scene. It was a moment she knew would etch itself into her memory for years to come. The weight of their respect and adoration for Arya was palpable.
It suddenly dawned on her that the girl she was bickering with and calling crazy nearly two hours ago was actually kind of a big deal.
Arya raised her hand, signaling for the crowd to rise. She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze fixed upon the tall woman with the chin tattoo. There was a flicker of irritation in her voice as she spoke.
"Nala, do we have to go through this every time I come back?" Arya's tone conveyed her annoyance.
Nala stood back up with the grace of a panther. Her gaze met Arya's, unwavering. "It is a formality that must not be dispensed with, Princess."
Arya scowled, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, please. You're just being petty because I left without telling you!"
Nala's stern expression softened. A subtle smile played at the corners of her lips. "I am just a Commander of the royal guard. I would never dare."
Arya muttered under her breath about 'adults with childish temper' before turning her attention to Leila. She motioned for Leila to come closer, then draped her arm around her shoulders, introducing her to the crowd.
"Rejoice people! For this time, your princess didn't come come back empty-handed, like some people thought she would. Behold! The water's spirit's host, Leila!"
All eyes turned towards Leila, curiosity and interest shining brightly. She felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her, causing her to squirm uncomfortably. Leila managed to offer a timid wave and a shy greeting.
The women stared at her for a moment, taking in her presence, before bursting into a chorus of applause and loud cheers. Leila blushed uncontrollably, feeling a mixture of surprise and happiness at such a warm welcome. She whispered a shy thank you, barely audible amidst the exuberant crowd.
Arya raised her hand, silencing the cheering, and assumed a serious expression. She began giving orders with an air of authority. "As you can imagine, we are quite tired. Nala, prepare a room for Leila and arrange for some food. Choose two agreeable people to take care of her. She's a guest of honor, and I expect you to treat her well."
Nala nodded, acknowledging the command. Arya then turned her gaze towards Leila, a gentler expression in her eyes. "Go with them. I'll see you in a bit."
Leila looked apprehensively at the two smiling and tall women who had been assigned to escort her. In fact, these women were all so tall and beautiful that she felt like a garden gnome near them. A hint of weariness crept over her as the reality of being left alone with strangers sank in. Then she realized how stupid that was, when she had followed total strangers all the way to their home overseas.
Letting out a resigned sigh, Leila mustered a smile for Arya's sake and began walking with her escorts. As they moved away from the crowd, a sense of uncertainty mingled with a newfound excitement within her.
Imani, standing nearby, expressed her worry to Arya. "Do you think she'll be fine? We kind of uprooted her from her life."
Arya smiled sweetly. "Don't worry. I'll make sure she's so busy that she won't have time to feel sad or anxious."
