Imajica

Imajica

By Lady Sita

Her eyes were like stars from another universe. What she saw with them cannot be imagined. She was not arrogant. She knew what was and she accepted herself, her beautiful side, her evil side. She could be immeasurably kind, but she was infinitely horrible as well. It was that way for everyone, she knew, especially herself.

She was a nevereding entity. What she called herself, her state of being, was Imajica. She didn't have a name. She was many things, one thing, and everything. She was the beginning and the end, the middle and all things in between. The Alpha and the Omega. She had lived through every Age of man, yet she was as innocent as a newborn child.

She was Imagica.

There were many Ages to the Earth, far more than have ever been named by humans Most are forgotten now, but Imajica remembered them all. There was not a time that Imajica did not exist. She remembered everything.

All she knew was what she had witnessed during her endless life. What she had heard and seen, what she had dreamt and felt, these things made of the vast ocean that was her experience. She had flown high abovae the clouds and been to the very depths of the great seas. She had been blown by the winds of time and stood under the blazing sun. The Star, she called it.

Imajica learned easily, and changed as often as she breathed.

The age of the world that Imajica inhabited presently was the one of the great human Powers. The Telepaths. Imajica was not one herself, but she was something. She was unceasing. The Telepaths knew that she was different, but even they couldnot understand her.

Imajica stood on a hill, gazing down at a city. She wasn't sure of the name, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered to Imajica, because she knew that everything mattered, in a way. Nothing any one person could do could possibly affect the plan of the universe. Of course, Imajica was not a person.

The city was made of fire and ice. Imajica liked it, the way it danced and flickered in the moonlight. The time, if time was a tangible thing and can be said to actually exist, was midnight.

Atop the hill there was also a human Power. The Power was strong, not the strongest of her kind, but powerful enough to suit Imajica's purposes. The Power's name was Solanda.

She spoke in the familiar language of the age, Opelli. Her words were soft and musical, easy to hear and even easier to understand. Imajica thought Solanda was a good human, one that was deserving of her Power.

"What are looking at?" Soland asked softly. The words floated from her mouth and hung in the air, tinkling like a thousand bells.

"The city," replied Imajica. She knew all languages.

"Why?"

"It's beautiful," Imajica said. "It is peaceful to watch.

"Yes," agreed Solanda. "It's lovely," she paused. "But this is not your home city," she said. "Aren't you from Lymath?"

"I am from nowhere," she replied. "This is as much my home as Lymath."

"Isn't Lymath a city of dragons? Was that not where the War of Dragons took place?"

"It is."

"How many years ago was that?"

"Four hundred and fifty seven," replied Imajica. "And twenty eight days and seventeen hours."

"I see," Solanda chuckled. "And here you are, in our city of fire and ice. Why?"

"It is a nice city. I tired of dragons." That was not precisely true. Imajica tired of nothing.

"How many cities have you been to?" asked Solanda. "I've been to three, not counting this one."

"Which were they?" inquired Imajica.

"When I was seven my mother took me to the city of flying Powers. There, all the powers have beautiful butterfly wings. Then, I remember, I went once to Salanor, the city of the great pyramid. I climbed that pyramid; it was quite high. And last year, I journeyed to Lia, and that city is simlpy wonderful. That is the city of crystal arches. I'm sure you've heard of it."

"I have," she nodded. Imjica had been to all three of the cities Solanda had mentioned, and to her they were like everyhting else. She loved them and she hated them. For her, neither emotion was possible without the other, so it could be said that she felt no emotion. It could also be said that she experienced every emotion possible simultaneously and constantly. It was like that for Imajica.

Imajica closed her eyes for a moment, but she continued to see the city of Fire and Ice. She spoke to Solanda with her eyes shut. "Do you love, Solanda?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you love?"

Solanda considered. Imajica could hear her mind working, and she knew that her friend's mind worked much faster than most Powers' did.

Solanda cleared her throat. "I suppose I do," she answered. "Imajica could hear the truth in her friend's voice, and she was satisfied. "Do you love?"

Imajica did not hesitate. "I love, but not as you do. I love in a different way."

"Which way is that?"

"In a way that you could never understand," Imajica said, and opened her black eyes. "But that's not your fault, little one. I am the way I am."

"What is the way that you are?" Solanda asked.

"I exist and I am everything," Imajica replied. "I don't know how else to be."

Solanda smiled. "Are you happy?"

"That is not a question that I can answer. I am. That's all."

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