Page 182 of Gift from the Source
On her return, she visited her daughters.
She tasked them with their purpose, and they accepted graciously.
It was now their responsibility to monitor the realms. Guard the portals and make it clear any who sought refuge would be welcome in Elementra.
This was an honor and power, but it was also the most dangerous blessing of all. She would only bestow this on her daughters.
A gift evolved.
After all was said and done, she vowed to keep the youngest realm and its inhabitants alive. She took responsibility for the realm because she ultimately felt like it was her fault it was ever created.
She would not fuel it enough to be powerful, but it would survive and eventually thrive.
Times in Elementra changed as the daughters who had ruled and led the people seemingly disappeared. Way of life adapted. It soon was as though they never existed.
Then new beings came.
Those who sought refuge were welcome.
Elementra came to life.
The daughters, the Nexuses, and the generations they created continued to live among the people unknown for what they were capable of.
But life was not always peaceful.
As you know too well.
People started searching for the source of who was making it possible to move through realms.
Over time, no matter Elementra’s interference, one by one the daughters were discovered and killed for their capabilities. Their generations stayed in hiding as best as they could.
There was always someone hunting. Whether it be from the other realms or even from our own. People wanted their power for many reasons.
Many for the wrong ones.
Elementra poured power into the line that came from her. She tried fiercely to protect them. Each one that came to the beyond, she welcomed them and wept. They were to stand at her side with their power in the beyond.
They always served her, and she served them in return endlessly.
She’s sought answers, challenged forces unknown even to her, and battled creators in a fight we couldn’t begin to understand.
In the end, she is still challenged.
Her daughters, their daughters still hunted.
They hunted to the point Elementra could see the end of her lines.
Two lines left. One asked to be spared the fate, one offered to be the sacrifice.
She and her daughters in the beyond knew more would have to be given. Deadly, seemingly unfair, and brutal sacrifices would have to be made.
The daughters declared their power finally be recycled. It was time.
A new give and take relationship was built.
One daughter’s line remained.
Many allies along the way were blessed to help.
