A hominina opens her eyes with difficulty.
She's in a dark room in a bed...
The room is decrepit and dusty.
She breathes with difficulty, her arms heavy.
She can barely feel her legs.
His thoughts are confused.

Someone is approaching.
The homine closes her eyes.
She hears the old wooden floor creak under the visitor's footsteps.
She listens, as she was taught...
What's her name again?
Ka... nec... Nindën? nec... Canillia Oy that's it!
Eny, nett syln y? What am I?
A hand approaches, slowly, as if hesitantly.
Aelyne then opened her eyes, grabbed her hand and screamed:

In the lush gardens of Yrkanis, where bright flowers dance in the gentle breeze,
Aelyne gently cradles Ilinae, the granddaughter of the noble family she serves.
The sun's rays filter through the foliage, casting golden patterns on the ground.
Aelyne was known for her soft, soothing voice, a precious gift in this kingdom where beauty and harmony are revered.

Ilinae, swaddled in fine silk sheets, chirps softly,
her curious little eyes observe the world around her.
Aelyne, sensing the child's agitation, starts humming a melody, a nursery rhyme that she improvises as the water flows by.



Aelyne's voice rises, pure and clear, every word in Matis resonating with bewitching sweetness.
The nursery rhyme is about a little white yubo,
who jumps and runs happily on the Bark,
discovering the world with shining eyes.
Ilinae, lulled by the melody and soothing lyrics, begins to relax, her eyelids growing heavy.



Aelyne continues, her voice mingling with the soft sounds of the surrounding nature.
The rhyme evokes the shining sun and dancing wind,
the leaves sing in the breeze, everything alive and happy.
Ilinae, now peaceful, seems absorbed in the magic of words and melody.



But suddenly, the story takes a dramatic turn,
about a heartless villain who wants to capture the little yubo.
Ilinae's eyes open slightly, captivated by the change in tone.
Aelyne, sensing the child's interest, continues in a more animated voice.



Finally, the nursery rhyme ends on a happy note,
with Peat'Pom, a kindly trykette, saving the little yubo and giving him a big hug.
Ilinae, now completely calmed, closes her eyes, a gentle smile on her lips.

Aelyne looked at the little girl asleep in her arms,
a feeling of satisfaction and tenderness.
She knows that words and music have a magical power,
capable of calming even the most agitated spirits and creating unbreakable bonds.
In this moment of peace, she feels things beginning to change within her.

Aelyne opens her eyes,
but everything around her seems a blur.
She finds herself in a familiar yet strange landscape, where lakes glisten in the golden sunlight.
The islands, scattered here and there, seem to float on the water, while a gentle breeze makes the leaves of the trees dance.
She walks along the shore, her bare feet in the hot sawdust, not really understanding how she got there.

At her side, a small, warm hand slipped into his.
Looking down, she sees Ilinae looking up at her with a radiant smile.
The child's eyes shine with a special gleam, as if she holds a precious secret.
Aelyne felt a deep connection, and a sensation of peace and serenity came over her.

They stop near a tree, its branches reaching skyward.
Aelyne sits down, leaning against the trunk, and takes Ilinae on her lap.
The little girl snuggled up to her.
The young Trykette begins to sing softly.
The words flow from her lips like a soothing stream.
She feels a wave of memories wash over her.

Antaal yubo lor, thik al mat,
Tryk al gan, ryal al rya,
Ad attee, seel nata,
Wil velde lor, toll naw.
...

Every word of the nursery rhyme resonates within her, reviving fragments of her lost memory.
She remembers running on the pontoons, laughing with her friends and sharing moments of joy around the fire.
Images flash through her mind, mingling with the melody of the nursery rhyme.

Ilinae, her eyes closed, seems absorbed in the music.
Her small hand squeezes Aelyne's, as if to convey her strength.
Aelyne felt a deep connection with the child, and a sensation of peace and serenity came over her.

Suddenly, a light chirp echoes through the air.
Aelyne opens her eyes and finds herself in the bedroom, her heart pounding.
Then she realized she'd been dreaming.
The chirping comes from the cradle beside her bed.
Ilinae, the baby in her care, is awake and seems to be calling softly to her.

As she takes Ilinae in her arms, Aelyne feels a deep connection, as if an invisible bond unites them.
Memories flood back, like a river returning to its banks after a long drought.
She gets up, determined to rebuild her life.

Aelyne weaves her way through the bustling crowd in Avalae's main square, a basket of medicinal herbs clutched to her.
The laughter of children and the murmur of conversations form a familiar melody that soothes her.
Suddenly, a bestial roar rips through the air, followed by cries of panic.
A stray ragus has entered the city, spreading terror in its wake.

The royal guards, in gleaming armor, rush in, their weapons drawn, ready to protect the inhabitants.
But for Aelyne, the sight of these armed figures triggers a wave of uncontrollable terror.
Suppressed memories of her capture by slavers resurface with brutal intensity.

She remembers the shackles, the menacing faces, the shouting voices that reduced her to impotence.

His breath becomes short, his vision blurred.
The basket slips from his trembling hands, herbs scattering to the ground.
She tries to remember the breathing techniques Serae-Kin taught her, but the anxiety is too much.
Desperately seeking a way out, she takes refuge in a shady alcove, far from the hustle and bustle.

There, curled up, Aelyne closes her eyes, trying to distinguish the present from the past.
The sounds of the city fade away, replaced by the echoes of his trauma.
She concentrates on her breathing, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly, trying to chase the shadows from her mind.
Every inhalation is a struggle, every exhalation an effort not to give in to the panic that threatens to engulf him.

After what seems like an eternity, the familiar sounds of everyday life return.
The ragus was brought under control and the guards dispersed.
Aelyne emerges from her hiding place, still shaken but determined to regain control.
Ashamed, she picks up the scattered herbs, trying to calm the tremors in her hands.

The soft morning light filtering through the foliage of the Majestic Garden envelops the Frerini mansion in a soothing serenity.
Aelyne, as usual, busies herself silently, making sure that every nook and cranny is spotless before the household wakes up.

As she approaches the library, a half-open door catches her eye.

Curious, she gently pushed the carved wooden panel.
And discovered a small room she'd never noticed before.
The walls, covered in thick drapes, absorb almost all the light, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

As she stepped forward, a familiar, unpleasant sensation rose up inside her.
Dark drapes, no windows, limited space...

Everything reminds Aelyne of "cabinet de réflexion of the Ore Altae school.



The walls seem to be getting closer, the ceiling slowly lowering.
She tries to back away, but her legs refuse to obey her.
A cold sweat beads on his forehead as his heart races.

Memories come flooding back:

the total darkness, the deafening silence, the impossibility of moving comfortably.
She sees his young face again, marked by fear and determination, desperately looking for a way out.



Aelyne feels trapped again, as if time has folded in on itself.

She puts her hands to her head, trying to banish the images, to regain control.
But the more she struggles, the more anguish overwhelms her.

Suddenly, a gentle voice broke through the fog of her panic.

- Aelyne? Is everything all right?

It's Serae Liosta, the lady of the house, standing on the threshold, a worried expression on her face.
His benevolent presence acts as an anchor, bringing Aelyne back to reality.
She blinks, takes a deep breath, and manages to whisper:

- Oy... Sil, Serae-Kin. Don't... don't be sorry. Just a moment of dizziness.

Liosta approaches, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

- Take all the time you need. If you need to talk, I'm here.

Aelyne nods, grateful, but a dull shame gnaws at her.
She becomes aware of her scars, so vivid, ready to reopen at the slightest trigger.
And in this home where she has taken refuge, she fears that her inner demons will eventually betray the trust placed in her.

Aelyne watches over little Ilinae, an infant with sparkling eyes.
Every day, the bond between the Trykette and the little girl grows stronger,
providing a soothing anchor in reality.

As she gently lulls the young child to sleep, an ominous thud suddenly echoes in the hallway.
Heart pounding, Aelyne rises hastily to her feet, clutching the child close to her.
She approaches the door, each step echoing ominously in her mind.
Just as she crossed the threshold, an icy draught slammed the door behind her,
the latch locks with a sinister click that sounds like a sentence.



Memories of his imprisonment with the slavers and the abuse he suffered at Ore Altae resurface with devastating intensity.
His breathing became jerky, his heart pounding in his chest with unheard-of violence.
The walls of the corridor closed in on her, and the air became heavy and oppressive, almost unbreathable.
In her distress, protective, she clutches Ilinae to her chest.
The infant, sensing her nurse's agitation, begins to cry, her cries piercing the oppressive silence of the corridor like an alarm siren.



She realizes that her panic is affecting the child and desperately tries to regain control.
She leans against the wall, closes her eyes, and concentrates on the feel of the warm little body against hers.
Inhaling deeply, she murmurs soothing words, as much to herself as to Ilinae.
But every shadow, every creak in the floor seems to amplify his terror.



Liosta appears, his face marked by deep concern.
Seeing Aelyne in distress, she quickly approaches; her gaze, oscillating between Aelyne and Ilinae, betrays her own anguish.
She places a comforting hand on Aelyne's shoulder, extending the other towards Ilinae, as if to assure herself that her daughter is safe and sound.

- Aelyne, everything's fine.
Here I am...

She murmurs in a soft but firm voice, trying to mask her anguish.
At these words, Aelyne bursts into tears, finally giving free rein to her emotion.
Between hiccups, she stammers out incoherent sentences:

- No! ...Don't take Ilinae from me...
I won't let you hurt her...
You're not real... It's another trap... I have to protect her...

Liosta embraces Aelyne and her daughter, without making the slightest move to try and take the child back.
Ilinae, feeling her mother close to her, calms down in Aelyne's arms.

- Aelyne, look,
Ilinae is fine, she's fine...
You hold her and she's happy in your arms...


You're safe in my arms just as Ilinae is in yours.
Aelyne, listen to me, look around you, everything's fine, everything's fine


...After an interminable moment, Aelyne calmed down in her turn.
She raises her head, her eyes still misty with tears, still clutching the little girl fiercely to her.

- Grytt Ny-Liosta... Y gan Lor... Niwshe manages to articulate.

Ilinae's mother smiled benevolently at Aelyne.
She tightened her embrace, as much to soothe Aelyne as to ward off her own fears about the future and the consequences of her choice.

Liosta, still clutching Ilinae and Aelyne, raises her head, alerted by a noise. Stood in the doorway, Copal stares at them. Liosta knows that Copal can hardly bear the Tryker's intrusion into his previously peaceful home. Aelyne's anxiety attacks must be disrupting her concentration, so important to her work in the Kingdom.

She tries to convey all her love in the look she gives him back, but he seems, for once, impervious to her appeal.

"Liosta, what's going on?"
Liosta gently releases herself from Aelyne's embrace and, taking her daughter back into her arms, gently pushes the young tryker towards her room:
"Go and rest Aelyne. I'll take care of Ilinae for now. I'll be back to see you in a while."
She turns to Copal just as she hears the door close behind her back.
"She had an anxiety attack, probably a reminiscence of what happened to her. You know that healing has always been my goal. I can't leave her to struggle alone against what's tormenting her."

Copal is still staring at her. He hasn't said a word since his question. His rigid posture seems to be shouting at Liosta: "Mastery! Mastery! Control!" Don't show your feelings, don't let your anger cross the ice surface... At times, Liosta would like to see the screen that hides her husband from her shatter.

Ilinae chirps in her arms, bringing her back to the present and to her family.
"Copal, healing is my life, or rather was my life, until Jena put you in my path. Since then, in front of Karin and Jena, I've chosen to follow you. I won't question that choice, even less now that Ilinae is bringing us closer together forever. So I'm asking you. I know that Aelyne needs me, needs us, because Ilinae is the anchor that always brings her back to reality. I'd like to help her. Can you give me a little more time?"

Watch on Ilinae

In the soft shadow of the sleeping room,
Aelyne keeps watch, a fragile figure on the edge of a dream,
Breath suspended, heart bursting with silence.
Face bathed in shy moonlight,
Her eyes take in Ilinae's fragile peace,
As if that single breath could shatter the universe.

In the depths of his thoughts, like an ancient whisper,
Memories of gold and mist come flooding back.

"One evening, in the arms of Fleur, a tender and sure uncle,
Cradling his falls, caressing his childhood fears,
"Hush, my little one, the world is sweet, don't be afraid..."
His voice, a refuge from oblivion."

"Then Canillia, with hands offered, a wooden sword,
The light weapon against the shadows of imaginary kitins,
A smile like sunshine, a courage ready to be born,
The tender weight of a gift laden with hope."

"Kyki, in the garden," mother Tryker bursts into laughter,
Catch-yubo, dance and sun that caresses the skin,
Innocence floating in the wind, soft and elusive."

A tightness in her heart pulls her towards this fragile present,
This dwelling, neither home nor refuge, where the cold stares
It locks him into a role of shadow and silence.
She guesses, behind the frozen smiles,
Filira Copal's clear, invisible refusal.

Then, like a pure radiance, the truth bursts forth:
She can't stay there, trapped in a soulless setting.

She is Aelyne, Pom's daughter, born into light and strength,
And for Ilinae, for herself,
It's time to chart a new course,
Away from pretense and invisible chains.

Gently, she places her hand on the child's peaceful forehead,
A protective gesture full of whispered promises:

"I won't stay here...
Senn y ny-An-Tali."