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#22- The World Of Seven Lights
“Ayumi, would you like to sit down?” Ahisutah said to me, pulling out a chair that was tucked into the table. It came out with a small scraping noise as the wood grinded on the floor.
I nodded, relieved to be able to sit down after almost an hour of standing. I walked cautiously across the room towards the table, peering at the carvings again. It felt as if something would break or fall if I walked too fast and hastily. I noticed Whitey-chan was heading into one of the other rooms in the tree home. I made out a small bed inside the room and predicted it was Whitey-chan’s bedroom. I ignored him and sat down on the chair Ahisutah had pulled out for me. It felt strangely warm, as if the wood of the chair was alive. I touched the sides of the chair with my hands. It was really warm, like it was being heated, except this warmth was the warmth of a creature. My whole body tensed as the warmth heated my cold body.
Ahisutah seemed to notice my being of uncomfortable and explained to me.
“The chairs you sit on may feel warm, do they not?” she asked me. I nodded with a frown on my face.
“Why are they like that?” I asked, “Are they heated somehow?”
Ahisutah chuckled silently to herself.
“No, my dear,” she said, sitting down on another warm chair, “They are cursed.”
I felt a shiver run up my spine. How could chairs be cursed? I felt more confused than ever.
“They were once normal chairs,” Ahisutah said quietly, “until the day a great master spell caster found his way into my home. He was my most terrible rival of this world and his hatred towards me was unbreakable. We fought even as we were children. He decided to take his revenge on me but didn’t find me in my home. He took the small animals and pets that dwelled in my home and put a deadly curse onto them to leave his mark in my home. The curse was that their souls were forever bound into my furniture. As I came home the day the master spell caster raided my household, I found the bodies of all my small pets, all soulless and dead on the floor. I knew for certain that the spell caster had come and wanted vengeance.”
Ahisutah paused for a while as she looked at the chair she was sitting on.
“My pets,” she said slowly, “were all I had for family at that time. So I did everything in my power to try to make them normal once again. Nothing worked. As my furniture break, so will the lives of my dear little pets.”
I looked at Ahisutah with sad eyes. I felt so sorry for her in a way that she had lost her whole family. I understood her loss as I had also lost my father, not to death but his loss was still killing me inside. But the fear and confusion all came back again. This world was magical. I could be killed by magic and never return to my own family again. I bit my lip. Ahisutah looked into my eyes and perhaps saw my fear.
“Do not be afraid, Ayumi,” she coaxed, putting a warm wrinkly hand on my shoulder, “no one will harm you as long you’re in protection of the High King of the world Seven Lights.
I stared at her with a puzzled look.
“T-the high king? Seven Lights?” I stuttered, all the strange words cluttering my mind.
“Yes, Ayumi,” Ahisutah replied, nodding, “The High King has full protection over you. He rules this world.”
“What’s this world?” I asked, baffled to disbelief that a king was protecting me and that I was truly in a different world.
“This world,” Ahisutah said with a sparkle in her eye, “Is the mystical world of The Seven Lights!”
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