TSALIOSH LOHASNASH

In the Shomaian language Taliosh is Tsaliosh. Taliosh is the daughter of Losa, or Lokhas. And of course Eya. Taliosh means Pearl in English. Taliosh is the daughter of Losa, so the affix -nash appears at the end of her father’s name after her given name. Thus: Tsaliosh Lokhasnash.

The young half Bazmaran-half Shomaian had been chosen by Afarsu, the Creator of Shomaia to travel back in time to be a witness of the events from the past. Her mother was not as excited as her daughter when Taliosh first stepped into the crackling dark time portal alone.

A week after the most recent war, Taliosh had ventured through the portal. Now she had returned to Dorano, the nation of Shoti and on the continent of Roshel. Exhausted and full of exciting information, carrying a large exercise book the young shom stepped into Hunari’s cellar but was greeted by no shom. Next the Taliosh climbed the steps up into the main living area of the house. The whole group of friends and family were there, delighted and surprised to see her again, including her father and especially her mother, who was looking upon her daughter with big red weeping eyes.

Following the victory over the fierce anashokas, many believed the realm to be now at peace. Sad to say this was not the case. The army and government of the nation of Eji had taken full control of Dorano and enforced all citizens to conform to their state religion which was a branch of a doctrine that claimed Afarsu had never appeared in physical form. This Ejian religion also included formal worship in designed buildings together with obedience towards the government, and ultimately to Sesey the priest and king of Eji.

The priest made weekly speeches, broadcasted on the suhsin box to the whole realm. On one occasion as he approached his audience, watching and listening intently was Losa and his friends in Shoti. The priest stood on the balcony of his high headquarters in Mandan, the capital city of Eji, looking down on his lowly subjects. He dazzled the suhsin.

‘I greet you on this new day,’ he exclaimed. ‘A new week, a new realm, a new Dorano. We are the Creator. We are Afarsu; we are Gilai, we are Lohos. We are Dorano.’

‘What!’ exclaimed Losa, not believing his own ear holes.

‘Quiet!’ exclaimed the short but stout Togo, who was leaning forward, listening keenly. ‘King Sesey is still speaking.’

All shoms faced the suhsin box.

‘Following the recent events concerning our victory over the evil anashokas, I…we have brought in a new age and proved the creator to be spirit only. He does not require a body to exist or assist us in our ventures. So now here I declare account ONE from the book The Arrival of Salthasos, to be included in the Great Book of Afarsu, Contract two.’

‘NO!’ cried the hero of Shomaia. ‘Are my ears holes telling me lies?’

‘What’s the matter with you?’ asked his wife Eya.

‘I must confess,’ admitted Togo. ‘I didn’t think that was the right account.’

‘It’s going to be added to THE BOOK!’ continued Losa, now on the sitting room floor thumping his fat fist hard. All the others looked on in amazement, embarrassment for a few moments, until…

‘No, don’t worry, that version will not go into the BOOK,’ came a small yet confident voice. ‘But this one will.’

They all knew that fresh, sweat and delicate sound, so sure and bright. The beaming lamb named Taliosh with her neat dreadlocks hanging over her shoulder was smiling broadly and holding a big blue book under her arm.

‘You’re back,’ exclaimed her father. Eya could not speak, but her cow-like eyes were filling with moisture.

‘My lovely little thing,’ cried Lati, and everyshom embraced the little chosen one.

THE ADVENTURES OF TALIOSH

‘I have really missed you,’ exclaimed Lati, wiping her big black eyes.

‘I’ve missed all of you too,’ said Taliosh beaming like a star. Eya stared at her daughter, then cried loudly. Taliosh went over to her mother and hugged her.

‘Now the bad news,’ said Losa glumly. ‘Eji rules the realm and priest Sesey has some strange ideas about Salthasos.’

‘So, you say Losa,’ interrupted Hunari, doing an impression of Togo. ‘But we won the war. Now we have peace.’

‘We?’ added Losa. ‘We did not win, the Ejites won, and for their own aims. We may have destroyed that hideous monster and its master Gorx, but we did not win that beautiful war.’

‘Don’t swear,’ ordered Lati, with a frown. Losa apologized in shomaian, which is of course very rare.

‘I know all about that,’ interrupted Taliosh. ‘At least the part Zeyvor let me see.’

‘You do?’ asked Losa.

‘You killed Greyga, the horrible creature Gorx…created,’ beamed his daughter.

‘You know about that?’ asked Hunari.

‘I saw lots of things,’ confirmed Taliosh with an excited smile.

‘Tell us about all of it,’ said Lati calmly.

‘I’ll read it to you from my book,’ Taliosh suggested, taking the blue block from under her Shomaian arm and opened it.

‘Read, read?’ articulated Losa indignant and frustrated. ‘Dorano is in trouble and you want to tell us a pretty story!’

Eya was frowning at her husband.

‘I know all what happens, and what part we play in it. If you let me show you, Hero of Shomaia.’

‘You disobedient little…’

‘Losa!’ His wife’s voice was firm and clear. ‘Are you even listening to your daughter?’

Losa realized his stupid outburst was rash and wrong.

‘You’re right, Eya; I should not have reacted like that. That lovely priest makes me so angry. ‘Continue Taliosh.’

After a deep breath Taliosh began her story.

‘When I first stepped through the portal…’

‘…Is this before you returned briefly?’ interrupted Eya.

‘Yes… no after that. After I stepped through, then I came back to tell you all was right with Zeyvor.’

‘Right,’ said Eya.

‘Right,’ said Losa.

‘Right,’ said the others together.

‘Right,’ said Sampi. ‘Did you know I can speak?’

‘Naturally,’ answered Taliosh. ‘Can I continue?’

‘Yes,’ said all, except Zugan the raniz who chuckled and gurgled.

‘Ri.’

Dorat and Kus looked at each other as they sat in the great paw of Lohos, not understanding a word.

‘Next I was through the portal,’ continued Taliosh, at last. ‘Everything was black at first. I could not see a thing. My feet were swaying about everywhere, I didn’t know if I was on solid ground or just floating about in space. Then there was a bright light that blinded me for a few seconds, before ancient Shomaia came into view.’

Taliosh opened the blue book she was holding. Her face was dark and shiny as she begun to read and tell her tale.

‘Zeyvor was there, black as dirt and bright as sunshine.’

The shomaian cub was silent for some moments before she went on.

‘Now, I’ll begin,’ she said at last.

‘Tsaliosh Lokhosnash,’ Zeyvor said to me.

‘I feel strange,’ I told him.

‘That’s how it must be. You will grow accustomed to the unusual changes, my little one.’

The mysterious one seemed to be standing on a solid surface, yet we were in mid-air. I looked at him. I must’ve looked worried for he said to me.

‘Do not fear. Calm yourself Taliosh: and stand up straight.’

I stopped my fidgety movements and stood as if I were on solid ground. I was now standing inside a black void. When I had completely gained control of my body I looked up. Zeyvor was not there. Instead I saw a waving mist. Inside the mist a big face formed; two eyes and a mouth all inside a simple circle. Then I watched as the mouth began to speak.

‘I am Balea,’ said the big face. ‘I have always been, and always will be. I will guide you along the way and show things from the past cycles of the realm known as Shomaia. Here, take this and write down all that you see and hear.’

I looked down and this book was in my hand. This one that I am reading from to you right now.

‘And take this,’ said the voice.’ But this was not the big face, Zeyvor had returned and was speaking as if it was him all along. A writing object then appeared in my other hand, a pen or pencil. I do not know how, but as I began to write, the words formed in black on the white page.

‘Now sit,’ said Zeyvor.

‘There is no chair,’ I told him.

‘Just sit, my daughter,’ he insisted.

I pretended to sit and found I could actually sit down comfortably as my bottom was indeed perched in a comfortable invisible chair. I was also able to lay my book flat in front of me on an invisible table and write easily.

‘You will write all you are about to see and hear; all of it. Do not stop writing, Taliosh!’ Zeyvor told me. ‘Now write!’ So, I began to write all that I saw and heard in front of me.

The first thing I witnessed was the array of wonderful colours; red, blue, orange, black, white, grey, green, and others indescribable. Then came the beautiful sound of music like I have never heard before. The music was high and low, soothing and frightening all at once. Out of this music a deep song emerged. A most beautiful voice was singing. It was deep and strong. A face appeared within the colours, and inside the music. This was the face of Balea. He smiled as he continued to sing. Words came with the song. Words I understood. I know not what the language was, but this is what they meant:

I bring into existence my high servants. Curious beasts appeared. I knew they were the wusha in their first and true form. They were like small shoms, blue like the trogip of our day. This distracted me, I was watching without writing.

‘Keep writing!’ ordered Zeyvor, standing at my side, or above me or in front of me. I could not tell where he would appear. So, I went on writing. I saw an individual rise from among the wusha, blue and proud. His name was called Nijel. He was angry and shouting at Balea. Balea became angry and threw Nijel out from his presence. Then I saw other wushas follow the traitor Nijel. So Balea spoke.

‘You will now be known as the trogip, for you are disobedient and dangerous rebels.’ Then I saw all who had remained of the wusha. They had no bodies because the trogip left with their physical form. Balea spoke once more.

‘The trogip are also thieves, and stole your bodies, so I shall provide the wusha with new bodies.’

Next, I saw thousands of animals that looked like thin neyzmas, but without fur. They were very thin and quite ugly.

‘This is your new form,’ said the Creator. ‘And you shall do my works and serve me.’

The wusha that had not followed Nijel were and are in these days the servants of Balea.

BALEA WALKS

Taliosh took several deep breaths at the appropriate moments and tried very hard to speak clearly. All the Shomaians and the two Bazmarans listened with interest; their eyes wide and full of wonder.

I continued to write down all that I saw. Most of this time Zeyvor stood at my side in the air, yet at other times he had vanished. I saw him far away or standing by the side of the Original One. Then he was beside me again, smiling and urging me to write.

I watched and heard the Original One speak.

‘I shall bring into being a new realm, and a new atmosphere. This new realm shall float in space.’

I looked and a giant landmass appeared, complete with rivers, plant life and mountains. There were no trees at first. Next, I saw the Original One change. He was no longer a misty face. He had transformed himself into the shape of a black Shomaian with two great antlers, twisting high. He stood tall and elegant. If Zeyvor was not standing near I would have said this was that strange creature. The only difference was that the Original One had a larger head. He was now walking on the surface of the realm he had just created.

As the Original One walked blue grass appeared on his every step, and orange torton bushes, morkosh plants too. When he raised his mighty paw, all the animals appeared on the surface. The neyzma, the nashui, the tantas, ushai, pumpkush, peyesh, ranax, the mighty limey and the big insects; all the beasts of this day. Some were those we thought were only legends like the pasos, the litey and the onko. At the beginning I heard the animals speaking in an ancient language. I did not understand a word they said.

The Creator was walking from the north where he had entered the new country and here he stopped. He raised a paw and after a crack of light sparked a tree formed in front of him adorned with orange leaves on a wide white trunk. This was the very first tree on Shomaia. Here the Original One rested.

SHOM AND AKUR

In his sitting position at the trunk of the great tree, the Original One raised a thick arm. He spoke words of a language I could not understand.

‘Why can’t I understand his words?’ I asked Zeyvor.

‘This language is not for you to know or speak at this time,’ he told me. ‘Now keep writing, Taliosh.’

And I wrote down all that I saw.

After the Original One had finished speaking in this strange language, a mound of dirt appeared in the ground and immediately began to move. After a few moments the lump of dirt grew and rose. Afarsu took the large mound in his paw and formed a shape. He placed the heap on the ground. As the shape lay in the ground it began to grow rapidly until finally a black Shomaian, complete with full antlers stood before its Creator.

‘Your name is Shom because I formed you from the dirt,’ Afarsu said. ‘You shall name this realm Shomaia.’

Next the Creator turned Shom around and tore a piece of flesh from his back with his powerful paw. Shom did not move or make a sound. The Creator dropped the piece of flesh on the ground. The ground bubbled and boiled and began to grow out, until it was a fully grown female, black with curling hair and two shorter horns than Shom.

‘Your name is Akur,’ said the Creator, ‘for you are the mother of all life on this realm.’

And here I could see under the ground of Shomaia. I saw thousands of trogip digging and making their home, looking up at the surface above, howling, jumping and snarling at the Creator and his creation whom they had disobeyed. Now they were angry at his latest creation; Shom and Akur.

THE PARCHMENTS

I looked and I heard Afarsu speak to Shom and Akur.

‘I cannot stay with you for long, for soon I must leave you. But I shall return to you one day. Now you must do something for me.’

Shom and Akur were naked as they stared blankly at their creator.

‘Shom,’ Afarsu commanded. ‘Slice sheets from this tree trunk so that you can write upon them.’

And so, I saw Shom cut delicately at the thick white trunk with the ends of his paws, that are not like ours today, into thin slices of the bark, hundreds of thin reams of wood paper. This did not damage the tree in any way. In fact, it caused the tree to look all the more beautiful.

Then I saw Afarsu turn his giant head towards Akur.

‘Take the bark from the tree and form small sticks to write on the tablets of wood.’

This was incredible. Shom and Akur were built very different from us this day. They were strong and could lift and push objects that were many times their own weight. Their hands could mold into delicate shapes that would

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.05.2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-8314-5

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Taliosh is sent back to ancient Shomaia to witness the events of the past. Has history told the truth? And what will happen with Dorano ruled by Priest Sesey of Eji?