Gwendloin's Ceremony
"Wow. The dress fits on you very well. I'm glad when i know that you wearing that clothe," she said with a cheerful face. The girl nodded her head when she saw her little sister so elegant in the Batik dress she had worn when she was at the same age as her sister.
"Okay, I think, we can start it now. But, before that, I have to arrange some of flowers for myself. Would you like to wait for your Sister here?" asked Freislor with a smile.
The girl nodded. Without thinking much, Freislor went to a garden in her yard. She took some white and purple Vrelopi flowers. Symbol of the death of the ancestors.
"Arebsoliek," she said softly. The girl smiled. Both of her hands arrayed it with majestic magic. The alter light and the grass surrounding it stirred immediately. The gentle wind also helps Freislor in arranging flowers. Several tree roots standing nearby instantly formed themselves into several arms.
"Ah, you guys want to help me, aren't you? That's so sweet. Thank you," the girl smiled cheerfully. There were several things she could not forget at that moment.
When that hands made of roots gracefully cross several Vrelopi flowers. Then, some grasses formed themselves into an ornament like a bouquet of flowers.
"It's beautiful, thank you," said Freislor as she gently stroked some of the hands made from the roots of the trees. After doing it, the girl left them and got back inside to meet with her little sister.
"Freis, are you ready?" asked Kreysa. The girl prepared two strands of hair that she pulled from her head.
"Well, I am ready now," replied Freislor. She did the same as Kreysa. After doing the same thing, the two of them sat in the backyard.
The courtyard they used for ritual ceremonies was very large and wide. There was a circle formed from stone carvings. They both sat down and calmed themselves down.
"Freis, are you sure this ritual doesn't scare both of us?" asked Kreysa, the girl glanced at her sister.
For several times, she struggled to against her own fears.
"Of course not. Prepare yourself, Kreysa. This world can turn into the darkeness after this. Because many people here celebrate this ritual together. Are you scared?" Freislor looked into her litlle sister's eyes.
"Well, a little. I'll fight it, Freis."
"Of course, I won't do the ritual until you're ready. I'll give you five minutes, so you can find peace within yourself," said Freislor with a smile. The girl held one of her little sister's hands. Trying to calm her down.
"Okay, I'll give it a try. Now, Do you want to help me to find peace? Please, don't bother me yet," begged the younger sister. Freislor nodded her head. She let go of one of her little sister's hands. Kreysa stood up, then walked to the center of the circle. She closed her eyes and started doing what she could.
"Gwendloin," she whispered. The girl stuck out her hands like someone who was paying homage, she bent one of her legs. She did it for five minutes to find peace within herself.
"I know this is really not easy for you, Kreysa," Freislor thought deeply. Freislor who watched her little sister could only remain silent. She chose to sit and not comment.
Meanwhile, the sky that had been bright turned dark. Several times, she raised her head up. There were several red lights enthroned in the sky. The light turned into a skull.
"Akh, why does this skull have to appear at times like this? I really hate it," she really hated it. The girl kicked one of her hands on the ground. After a while, Kreysa finished. She walked towards her sister.
"Freis, let's do the ritual. I'm ready with myself," she said slowly. The girl smiled and sat back down with Freislor.
"Okay, close your eyes. I'll get started right away, feel free to say something if you have any doubts in the middle of the ritual later, okay?" asked Freislor while glancing at her younger sister. She wanted to make sure her little sisterr was okay.
On the other hand, Freislor muttered something. There were some things she couldn't avoid. The night port performed by the ancestors is one way for them to meet in the same dimension.
"Atreuson," Freislor said softly. The girl closed her eyes. One of her hands was waving in the air. Scattering flickers of gray and red light. In the next second, a gentle wind approached. The scattering of light above the sky instantly transformed into an intermediary.
"Gwelfonsio," Freislor breathed in the air around her. After that, she exhaled slowly. A skeleton that was enthroned in the sky moved right and left. Freislor decide to sliced her index finger deliberately. Blood immediately poured out. The skeleton smelled the scent and opened its mouth.
"Ahh," she said loudly. A moment later, the skull spat out gray colored ashes. The ashes descended to the earth like smoke, transforming into several humans with pale bodies and faces. Freislor and Kreysa immediately opened their eyes.
"Are you ready?" asked Freislor while looking at her younger sister. Kreisya nodded slowly. The two of them stood up and approached some of their ancestors. All three of her ancestors were male figures. The other four are women.
"Good evening, Grandfather, Grandmother," said Freislor while bending one knee. She wanted to behave politely in front of her ancestors, and so did Kreysa. The ancestor nodded her head and smiled at them.
"Stand up, girl," said one of the women. She wore a bun on her head. The woman has an oval face, there are stitch marks on the right and left sides of her cheeks. Meanwhile, on her forehead, there is a symbol "K" which indicates that she is a figure who has the title of being a descendant of the great Krapolis.
"Very well, Grandma," replied Freislor. Kreysa and Freislor immediately stood up. "Are you two alone? Where's your mother?" asked a man who was lined up with the others.