[[file:Kami 1.jpg|right|400px|alt=Fire Kami]]

[[file:Kami 1.jpg|right|400px|alt=Fire Kami]]

This is the request he made to Messen Dyn, an old Kamist monk with whom he had befriended. Hesitant at first, the old Fyros finally accepted the young follower's request, not so much to do him a favor as to make him understand that the Kamis were not loquacious creatures. In his opinion, if the young homin was really blessed by the Kami, he should by himself understand the fate they had in store for him. The first few times Messen tried to invoke a Kami, the ritual failed: sitting cross-legged in front of the great brazier that overhung the altar, the two Fyros meditated and prayed for a long time, without success. And then one day, when there was no indication that this meditation session would be special, the great fire suddenly stopped flickering. As if they had just solidified, five red flames froze, while at the bottom of the blaze, the blackened logs seemed to be animated by strange movements. Surely some unseen force was shaping the flaming and carbonaceous material. Only when the Fyros realized that the two yellow shapes he was watching at were nothing more than a pair of eyes, did he know that the ritual had worked. Endowed with long, hairless, brown limbs and five horns that looked like burnt wood, still glowing at the tip, with red and orange veins running down to its large yellow eyes, the Fire Kami was in the process of extricating itself from the inferno. A few seconds later, it is the arched back, crouched on the edge of the altar in front of the incandescent flames, that the divine creature observed silently the two homins. Messen thanked his guest for a long time then explained him briefly why he had called upon him. And while the old monk gave the word to Belenor, and that this one thanked in his turn the Kami of Fire, the divine creature jumped back and disappeared in a spray of flames…

This is the request he made to Messen Dyn, an old Kamist monk with whom he had befriended. Hesitant at first, the old Fyros finally accepted the young follower's request, not so much to do him a favor as to make him understand that the Kamis were not loquacious creatures. In his opinion, if the young homin was really blessed by the Kami, he should by himself understand the fate they had in store for him. The first few times Messen tried to invoke a Kami, the ritual failed: sitting cross-legged in front of the great brazier that overhung the altar, the two Fyros meditated and prayed for a long time, without success. And then one day, when there was no indication that this meditation session would be special, the great fire suddenly stopped flickering. As if they had just solidified, five red flames froze, while at the bottom of the blaze, the blackened logs seemed to be animated by strange movements. Surely some unseen force was shaping the flaming and carbonaceous material. Only when the Fyros realized that the two yellow shapes he was watching at were nothing more than a pair of eyes, did he know that the ritual had worked. Endowed with long, hairless, brown limbs and five horns that looked like burnt wood, still glowing at the tip, with red and orange veins running down to its large yellow eyes, the Fire Kami was in the process of extricating itself from the inferno. A few seconds later, it is the arched back, crouched on the edge of the altar in front of the incandescent flames, that the divine creature observed silently the two homins. Messen thanked his guest for a long time then explained him briefly why he had called upon him. And while the old monk gave the word to Belenor, and that this one thanked in his turn the Kami of Fire, the divine creature jumped back and disappeared in a spray of flames…

Si l’accueil de ses amies lui avait permis d’oublier ses angoisses, au moins durant quelques instants, celles-ci venaient de ressurgir au galop. Car aujourd’hui marquait le retour de Melkiar et Varran dans la capitale fyrosse, après quatre années d’absence. Quatre années durant lesquelles peu de lettres furent échangées. Quatre années de séparation, qui remettaient peut-être en cause la profondeur de leur amitié. Bélénor se souvenait d’il y a onze ans, lorsque pour convaincre Xynala que le chagrin d’amour qu’elle ressentait allait passer, comme toutes les émotions négatives et positives qui traversaient les homins au cours de leur vie, il avait pris pour exemple l’affection que toutes et tous ressentaient les uns pour les autres.

Si l’accueil de ses amies lui avait permis d’oublier ses angoisses, au moins durant quelques instants, celles-ci venaient de ressurgir au galop. Car aujourd’hui marquait le retour de Melkiar et Varran dans la capitale fyrosse, après quatre années d’absence. Quatre années durant lesquelles peu de lettres furent échangées. Quatre années de séparation, qui remettaient peut-être en cause la profondeur de leur amitié. Bélénor se souvenait d’il y a onze ans, lorsque pour convaincre Xynala que le chagrin d’amour qu’elle ressentait allait passer, comme toutes les émotions négatives et positives qui traversaient les homins au cours de leur vie, il avait pris pour exemple l’affection que toutes et tous ressentaient les uns pour les autres.