Then, Mark said, “The Highest Authorities say that all Lizard People will unlock the magic of this plant in time. Lizards must now appreciate that this plant is regarded as sacred in the overall universe and is here to help you to better understand the aesthetic throughout our lacuna.” Just then I grew in great size and strength and took on the features of an older person and I also began to speak in the traditional Lotuk language as if I had known it for ages. The Lizards were astounded. I answered my father, “We can live in reconciliation with each other. We must learn to harvest this plant in great numbers and take in the flame as moderate stewards of what we can learn from it.”
Then, they followed the storm back to the mountain and I climbed the ridge alone. The Lizards soon followed in suit all the way to the top and I proclaimed that this was where I would create my imperative arboretum. They took the potted plant and set it next to me. I began to water and sing to the plant even though this was perplexing to the citizens. I began to think about Those Who Worship the Water and if The Lizard People could ever live with them in Gamehendge side by side. Their cultures were so different and the complexities lingered in a delicate balance. There was no storm at this time. There was just a single cloud that my father and his craft hid inside throughout the day. The sun was shining very brightly and the Lizards prepared a giant festival and feast for this miracle of growth that I had achieved in such a brief moment. Mark wept because he knew that a new age had begun in this land. My father proceeded to light his plant and ingest the sacred smoke in the name of his homeland that he dearly missed. It would be a while before I would be old enough to ingest the plant on my own. This was the time of a great transition in Gamehendge and would lead to a giant harvest of a plant that would lend itself to a myriad of uses.
I stopped dancing for a moment and dropped to my knees and shouted, “A new age has begun…But a man will come and will use this plant against us. We must prepare for the time when I will not be able to leave this mountain. I will be trapped…And my fellow Lizard brothers and sisters will not be able to visit me. There will be a very dark time…and this time will be marked by the dark king.” I continued and proclaimed, “This is the time to prepare I have seen the future through the flame and it says praise the landscape and honor those that have given their lives in the name of conserving your sacred space. We will work in their name!”
Those That Worship the Water continued to linger in my mind. My native family knew of these people and their powerful understanding of the elements. The Lizard People had mixed signals based on the previous conflict. However, I noticed that there was a new generation of younger Lizard People who appeared to be more open to the idea of learning more about the culture that resided beyond the borders of their villages. Gamehendge was a vast area and I could sense that the Lizard People were in a period of reestablishing themselves as a community. There was worry in their eyes and this was mixed with a curiosity and genuine sense of hope for the future. We were at a cross roads. We would soon establish the farm.
And the four shall play…
