THE SEVENTH REALM: AMETHYST — My name is also Feliz

That night, Ernesto came to meet her.

At first she saw him as she always had: the broad trunk, the lowered branch, the leaves that seemed to confer before they laughed. Skyblue ran toward him. As she drew near, the tree’s form filled with light, and in its place appeared the blue phoenix.

She wasn’t afraid. She knew those eyes.

“Ernesto,” she whispered.

The phoenix bowed his head. Then he laughed, and Skyblue’s last doubt dissolved.

“I’m also called Feliz,” he told her.

The dragon stood still. She had heard that laugh in the leaves of other trees, in her dreams, in her loneliest moments. She had recognized it before she knew whom she was recognizing.

Feliz came closer and touched his forehead to hers.

“We come from the same home, Skyblue. From the Blue Planet, from the golden eagle lineage.”

The images came slowly. The two of them in a place of light. An ancient love. The joy of recognizing each other as twin flames, and the promise to stay beside one another even if they had to forget everything.

Skyblue tried to hold on to the images, but Feliz invited her to sit down. There was much to tell.