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Alanna, the White Spirit of Life and Mother of Humanity sipped tea nervously in Keaparabeau, her extravagant palace and home. Recently, she'd been picking up the emotions of her children and her male counterpart from the world where the Storyteller originated.
She awaited the Storyteller to join her, having unlocked a portal two hours ago. Although she didn't know what was transpiring in the Storyteller's world, she waited.
Eventually, the Storyteller Kelsey materialized in the outfit Alanna had bestowed upon her when she first crossed into their world. She looked up from the low wooden table and smiled.
“Greeting, Storyteller. I'm delighted you could join me today. I'll have one of my handmaidens bring in something for you to drink. As I know you care not for tea.”
Seconds later, a butterfly-winged female in a green kimono came fluttering in. She had blue hair in lengthy braided pigtails. Her charming smile shined brightly as the sun. She set down a tray with fruit punch and some snacks.
“Will that be all, My Lady?” the woman questioned, to which Alanna nodded.
“Thank you, Alya. That will be all for now. Please return to your other responsibilities for now. I'll summon you or your sisters if I require you.”
Alya bowed low, “As you wish, My Lady,” and she fluttered off. The Storyteller did a double-take as the unfamiliar woman departed.
“Is there a problem, Storyteller?” Alanna questioned curiously.
“Not so much a problem as a peculiar coincidence. In my world, we've something called AI or artificial intelligence. Some individuals employ it to generate images. Someone I know did several various pictures of you.
Alya looked like one of those pictures, though with different coloring. Did I unintentionally pick them up? Furthermore, I didn't even know you had handmaidens!” The Storyteller looked frightful.
Her imagination never seemed to shut down, and there were days she wished she could flip a switch and shut it off for a few hours.
Alanna took a quick sip of her sweet tea before answering, “Again, you're psychically linked to this world to tell our stories. I believe the images were pictures of my handmaidens subtly influencing this “AI.”
But of course, their complexion would've reflected me. For my handmaidens, they're representations of the various domains of my being given a worldly body. I've found myself stretched too thin. Consequently, I performed a ritual to help ease my obligations.”
“So, how many are there? Moreover, what aspects of you do they symbolize?”
“Alya, whom you just met, characterizes my mind. All of my thoughts, wisdom, and dreams. Her theme colors are green and blue. As for the rest of them? Well, give me a second to wet my whistle before I explain.
After a moment, she explained all her handmaidens' names, coloring, and what they represented.
Alya: Mind: her thoughts, dreams, and wisdom. Blue hair, green eyes. Green kimono and orange wings.
Amaterasu: Soul, faith, inner desires: Dark purple hair, pale blue eyes. Dark purple kimono and dark blue wings.
Anila: Heart and emotions: Violet hair and eyes. Purple and teal kimono and wings.
Araceli: Motherhood: pale pink hair and silver eyes, magenta kimono and wings
Arielle: Seven Virtues: Faded blue hair, light brown eyes, faded pink kimono, and wings.
Audra: Life, humility, and acceptance: Brown hair, green eyes, green kimono, pink wings.
Aura: Purity and Protection: Brown hair, purple eyes, magenta kimono, and violet wings.
Zerina: Forgiveness and Transformation: Silver hair, pink eyes, matching kimono, and wings.
“They all sound gorgeous. I'm sure each of their hearts is as loving as yours,” the Storyteller replied.
“Again, they're various parts of my personality and being. So they're most like my sisters while still part of me. You once informed me my male counterpart in your world has winged beings to help spread his love to his children?”
“They are called angels. Whether they have wings or not is up for debate since no one living can truly claim to have seen one. Plus, on an old show I liked named “Touched by an Angel,” they appeared human, so they could connect better with helping others out.”
“Sounds impressive. My handmaidens do more then keep Keaparabeau running smoothly. They, too, act indirectly to benefit my children. It's a bit exhausting, but even spirits can't be in more then one place at a time.”
“Well, you could technically be if you stood between the borderline of two different locations. With one foot on each side, you technically be in two places at once,” the Storyteller grinned as she remembered the movie where that occurred.
Alanna and the Storyteller discussed the state of their two worlds and how war and strife seemed to be tearing apart the Storyteller's world. It seemed like the world from the Storyteller's POV no longer knew the difference between right and wrong. Most of humanity had disregarded their manners and morals and having a compassionate heart. Which in turn made her cry about the state of her world. Two senseless wars raged on the other side of the world. Her own country was falling apart at the seams.
Sighing, she finished. “I'm not ready for the end of the world. But with the state of my world? I fear that day is coming closer every second. I always knew that humanity would do itself in. Regardless, I wish it wasn't happening in my time. We both know in one timeline of your world that the Fire Nation almost annihilated the world. Thankfully, that threat was neutralized.
However, we know multiple interpretations of any world of all the possibilities. And as you have explained to me, it is my job, as many others, to connect to these worlds to tell your tales in hopes we'd learn from you to save our own world.”
“Yes, it's sadly true. However, I have faith in you and my children. As I'm sure your Almighty Father has confidence in his.”
“I hope you're correct, Lady Alanna. Mind if I lie down for a nap? I'm exhausted and need a break.”
“Of course,” she said as she summoned her handmaidens to make up a room for the Storyteller. Who knew if either world could be preserved? One could only hope for the best.