SHORT FICTIONS: SEAS OF DAVON

SEAS OF DAVON

SONG III OF THE ANTHOLOGY

"THE SONGS OF THE VOID"

SEAS OF DAVON

Year 11 995 The solar system was composed of six planets: Earth, still inhabited by humans; Kisar (its inhabitants called Kisaries); Aurevion (its inhabitants called Aurevites); Lysera (its inhabitants called Lyserians); Davon (its inhabitants called Davonites); and Zypara (its inhabitants called Zyparians). Until its destruction by Zypara 350 years ago, there existed a seventh planet called Mechara (its inhabitants called Mecharies)

CHAPTER I

Before all else, existed Davon, the planet of the seven golden seas coveted by the Earth, yet corrupted and betrayed by its blood. In the city of oblivion, the voices of a girl, exiled as a sacred sacrifice to the oracle, sing after being rejected as an offering but recognized for her legitimacy and purity.
Since ancient times, each of the seas had recited a prophecy that, without any error, had already begun to be fulfilled. The seas of Davon were:
Talvion – a sea of swift gold, full of energy.
Thyren – a deep sea, surrounded by forests that whisper secrets.
Tessara – a sea that shines with the light of the sun and stars.
Tiralis – a meandering and elegant sea, its golds seeming to dance.
Tovaren – a tranquil sea, sacred to the Davonites, a source of inspiration.
Tyquess – a sea with legends engraved on its shores.
Thalorin – a powerful and mighty sea, known for its golden eddies and mysterious currents.

Before humans walked the Earth, before the skies were rent by their greed and their wars, there were the Davonites. Ancient beings, shaped by the very energy of the golden seas, whose bones were of pure gold and whose skin shone with flashes of blue gold, children of a planet that had created them to protect its most sacred secrets. They didn't just live: they were the earth itself made of thought and energy, guardians of secrets no human could understand. Among them was a chosen family, the most perfect, destined to rule wisely and maintain the balance of the seven golden seas. Their lineage was revered even by the other Davonites, for they carried in their veins the power of the seas and the wisdom of the oracles, but peace is fleeting when secrets become coveted.

The Oracle, guardian of destiny, appeared before the patriarch of this family, announcing that the Earth itself would rise against them. The only way to protect them, he told him, was a sacrifice: he must offer the being he loved most.
Sacrifice didn't mean immediate death, but something more cruel: isolation. The most beloved person would be taken to another underground city, empty and distant, where they would never be seen again for the rest of their life. They would be destined to die far from their family, leaving behind all ties of love.
With his heart apparently torn, the father chose his only daughter among many sons, the most beloved, sending her to the silent exile that the Oracle had dictated, but that choice hid a reality that no one imagined.

Ainnara, the only daughter among the king's sons, carried the temperament of a queen in her blood. She was regarded as a priceless treasure throughout Davon. The princes' families extended their hands, offering her a destiny of power and alliances that would have ensured the greatness of her family for generations, but she, still a child, stood forth with a clarity that astonished even the elders: she would not accept being coin or crown. Her heart leaned not toward thrones, but toward the ancient voices that burned in the Oracle. At barely eleven years old, she proclaimed that her life would be consecrated as a priestess to the mysteries, that her green eyes would see only the seas, and the visions that guide the people. Thus, the most valuable thing about the family was not her promise of union with a prince, but her decision to belong only to the eternal word of prophecies, Davon venerated her, but her father despised her.

"Why do you condemn me like this, my lord? Have I failed to worship you and your seas for any moment of my devout existence?"— Ainnara asked, and the oracle replied:
"It is not I who condemn you, but your own flesh, that of which you are the legitimate and pure fruit. You were falsely chosen by your father as his most precious being, however another fruit of his womb beats in his heart and to protect that fruit, the bastard whose existence only he and his beloved know. He has sent to you, believing that he can outwit the force of the seas and cover my eyes, but it itself has dictated not only your death but also the annihilation of your race, protecting that child, today innocent and weak, but in whose heart the dagger of betrayal will soon beat.
Do you wish to see what awaits Davon and your race beyond this darkness that seems bright compared to Davon's future and destiny? Place your hands upon the tablet again, and before you take your last breath, you will see that your death is not only the beginning, but also a blessing for yourself. Look into my eyes my girl!

Ainnara placed her hands floating over the tablet and felt like an immense blue cloud covered her and transported her as if she were invisible at the beginning of the existence of the Davonites.

The Davonites were a civilization where the most important decisions were made by the chosen family, considered the "heart of the planet." The ruling family did so not through force, but through wisdom and a spiritual connection to the golden seas. Their lineage was considered almost divine, and their power came from harmony with the planet, not from weapons.
Each Davonite had a role that not only sustained the life of their society, but also the balance of the seas: healers, navigators of the energy of the seas, cultivators of light, artists who wove stories with golden flashes, guardians of the tunnels and meditators who synchronized their thoughts with the flows of liquid gold.
The underworld was a blue and gold cathedral with vast caverns filled with seas of liquid gold and rivers of light. Its subterranean structures were organic, made of blue crystal and gold, designed to resonate with the energy of the seas. The arts of painting, music, and meditation existed. Literature consisted primarily of tales of the chosen family, transmitted through liquid holograms of gold and blue light.
They had three temples for predictions and rituals: Oracle Hall: Here the oracle presented itself in the form of sound to communicate with the Davonites. Hall of Ancestors: Record of lineages and sacrifices. Temple of the Seas: Direct contact with the golden seas, where they meditate and channel energy.

Underground vegetation was unusual: bioluminescent plants absorbed the energy of the seas, illuminating the passageways with blue and green hues. The air was laden with golden particles that floated like dust, and small currents of energy ran through the tunnels, transmitting information and sensations between the Davonites.
Davon's fauna consisted of air-floating jellyfish, dragonflies, and small creatures called "Iravis", similar to cats but furless, golden skin, which produced energy by emitting a soft, purring noise. All of the above are part of the energy chain of the seas. There are air currents and sufficient golden dust, essential for Davonian life. The Davonites did not eat like humans: to nourish themselves, they absorbed energy from the golden seas, from the sunlight filtered through the underground cities, and from the energy created by their previously described ecosystem. Their metabolism was connected to spiritual energy: harmony and meditation strengthened their body and mind, and golden seas were their primary source of physical and spiritual sustenance.

Every interaction with the seas was a sacred act: swimming in them, touching the liquid gold, creating circles on their surface, meditating by the waves—it was all part of their spiritual connection. The oracles could read the flow of the seas energy to anticipate future events, both in their world and on distant planets.
The chosen family had the power to move their hands slowly over the liquid gold creating circles that resonated with the cosmos, allowing them to perceive movements, wars or changes in other worlds, but only the Oracle was able to perceive and communicate the movements and the future of Davon, the Davonites could not see it themselves but the energy that counted their days was beginning to run out.

The Davonites wore blue and gold robes, their skin was made up of soft golden and blue sparkles, their striking green eyes carried the unique beauty of their race, the red hair of their women and their delicate features made them the most beautiful and perfect in the universe. Their bones of pure gold were their main symbol of status and beauty but it would be the main reason for their downfall.

Ainnara was transported through the eyes of the Oracle to the center of the scene where she saw the entire past of the Davonites and learned of many events from which the Oracle has protected them and of the times when the Oracle has ensured their survival in exchange for a sacrifice of isolation, and then she sees in her vision the woman his father loved and the bastard son with a dagger.

The night was covered by a deceptive silence, broken only by the hidden footsteps of humans advancing through the underground tunnels. Humans had only a vague idea of what the Davonites were like, but they did not know that they lived in underground cities. However, the Davonites knew of the existence of humans since the beginning of time.

Three hundred and fifty years ago, the Oracle asked for a sacrifice of isolation so that the Davonites' existence could continue and the ancestors provided it correctly, then the machinery created by the Mecharies, a scientific civilization and tungsten army that was a colony founded by the hybrid natives of the planet Aurevion was destroyed, and with it their entire world, victims of betrayal and conspiracy and so thanks to the pure sacrifice of the ancestors to the Oracle, Davon survived once again from possible destruction, but the humans of planet Earth never resigned themselves to not appropriating the golden seas of Davon and after ordering the destruction of Mechara using Zypara as a sword, he became obsessed with a single objective: to create the perfect machinery to solidify the seas.

CHAPTER II

When the humans arrived at Davon the Oracle gave a cry to dictate the prophecies while showing them through a vision that made the humans see that even if they have the machinery to solidify the seas and take the gold they should not do it, since the mystical seas of gold were connected to the sun and if they solidified the universe itself would collapse.
"These are the seven prophecies,"
—the voice of the Oracle prayed:

Kisar: "From her children will emerge the children of metal, created to heal the loneliness of humans. But when the human heart loves for the first time, they will give strength and heartbeat to distant iron."

Mechara: "The forges of Mechara will burn in flames; nothing but ashes will remain of her civilization. The sole survivor will be dragged to earth, where he will find the complete end of his race."

Aurevion: "You despise your own being, replacing your vital flesh with machines just to breathe for four centuries. You will never achieve immortality, you are neither one thing nor the other, the wind will carry away the dust of your last memories."

Zypara: You are pain and horror, the Zyparians live in you, strength half men and half crystal flesh, but because of your bloody actions, the jewel that you once were no longer has any shine, inside the illusions bleed, victims of your murderous hand, you are a pawn of the earth, but when you answer its call again and rise up against Davon, you will be nailed to your own splinters.

Lysera: You were never corrupted and you were never touched, mirage earth that is lost in the distance. Oh Lysera, beauty and perfection, no being in the entire universe deserves to even cast their gaze upon you for a moment, when you cross dawns for millennia, you will give heartbeat to the new race.

Earth: "Blinded by power, you will raise your hand against everyone, but your murderous machinery will be but a sigh when what you call the "sun" and the world calls "Sunar" embraces your children and colossal monuments with fervor."

Davon: "Your sacred seas will join with what the earth calls the sun and you call "Sunar", whoever desecrates its currents will share its destiny, for your seas of gold are the blood of the worlds and if you make them like stone, your universes themselves will collapse, but not without more, you are already a memory because in the heart of your own rejected flesh beats anger and revenge.

Then the humans, perplexed by the truth of the prophecies, turned around to return to earth, but Razun, the bastard son of the patriarch appeared to them in golden garments and a false crown, put his sword in front of them and said:
"Do not flee, humans, for your astonishment has not allowed you to see that without touching the seas you can obtain the gold that summons you to these distant lands, and without being cursed by the oracle nor your children swallowed, nor your monuments thrown down nor your imposing machinery destroyed, you can have it all in a breath if you so wish. Shake my hand, swear to me as a new lineage and I will make you rich and powerful. You only have to shake my hand, fulfilling the Oracle's ancient vision that an illegitimate son but deeply loved and desired by his father will become the new lineage only if a human shakes his hand. With that simple action, you are swearing to me and granting me the right that fate has stolen from me. The commander in charge of the land army approached while several soldiers pointed their weapons at Razun and he shooked his hand.

"Listen humans: what you want is easier than you think, you want gold, but you cannot touch the seas of Davon because the universe would collapse, however the bones of the pure Davonites are made of Gold... no, do not look at my arms or my legs, nor my skull, nor my ribs,! I am a bastard of the patriarch, my skin has flashes of blue gold and low quality gold, I am not profitable to you! I belong to a handful of beings excluded from benefits, I am not even allowed to worship the seas, but we bastards are less than five percent of Davon's population, you have in your hands the flesh and gold, you just have to take it and leave my planet, take them all! Dismember them, make golden suits with their skin, take them all and leave the world to me with this minority that resembles me, and I will multiply them and serve the earth."
The humans entered Davon, slaughtering all the Davonites with swords that Razun himself had provided, since they could not kill them with any other type of weapon, lest their bones be shattered. The Davonites could not defend themselves; they were completely spiritual and were not allowed to wield weapons.

And the humans, after having put all the Davonites to the sword, greedily ventured into their cemetery… The tunnels twisted like arteries of living rock, damp and narrow, lit only by the metallic glow of the golden bones. The air was heavy, filled with the scent of wet earth and ancient metal, making each breath feel heavier than the last.The bones were neither cold nor brittle like those of mortals; they were warm, dense, and their smooth surfaces reflected the light in a way that almost seemed to pulse. When touched, they creaked with a deep, muffled sound, releasing golden dust that floated like tiny motes of sunlight trapped in the shadows. With every step, the echoes multiplied, and the murmurs of the corridors seemed to whisper forgotten stories, echoes of lives that the humans, absorbed in their greed, no longer recognized as such. Their eyes saw only shining treasures; their hands, the cold wealth of gold. And in that blinding spell, the awareness that these bones had once belonged to living beings faded, replaced by fascination with the light and the gleam. The humans took all the Davonites and the bones of their ancestors.

Ainnara's eyes opened wide in horror in an instant that lasted all eternity. She saw the golden seas shining like stars of sunlight beneath the earth, reflecting the light of worlds not even humans could imagine. She saw her father, his sacrifice, and the infinite sadness in his eyes. She saw the Davonites, their bodies of gold and blue, moving with fear through the waves, sensing the approaching danger.
She saw the arrival of the humans, clumsy, noisy shadows. She felt the fear, confusion, and rage of the Davonites, and heard the silent roar of Davon, awakening to protect them. She saw his exiled brother, filled with hatred, proclaim himself heir and betray his people. Everything happened in front of her eyes in a single blink, and yet the pain was endless. Every emotion, every betrayal, every sacrifice was seared into her soul like liquid fire. She knew she could change nothing, that her fate was sealed, but she also understood the full truth: the history of the Davonites, their glory, their tragedy, and the inevitable fall that humans would unleash. She understood something else: even if no one heard her testimony, even if her voice faded with time, she would be the eye that saw it all, the bridge between what was and what must never be forgotten.

The humans took all the Davonites on their spaceships believing that with gold they could avoid the inevitable, just as the Narrator of Mechara had warned 350 years ago, the earth was getting closer to being swallowed by the sun and Ainnara saw it all.

"My lord, grant me one last wish,"
—Ainnara said.
"What do you want, my girl? Your moments are fading!" — the oracle said.

"I want to be remembered. I want to be the dream and nightmare of the impure lineage. I want you to leave a testament to my existence, my lord. I have adored you every moment of my life. Grant it to me, and I will adore you for eternity." —Ainnara said.
—The oracle replied:
"Sleep your eternal dreams, my girl."

And the oracle ordered the seven seas to take the form of Ainnara's face, so that the impure lineage would kneel eternally before the only being of royal lineage who devoutly honored his land and his seas.

"This is the prophecy the seas pray to seven worlds,
Meditate on it zealously,
engrave its meaning in your being. Because the true gold,
which lies within you,
unbeknownst to you, will also be the arrow launched from your bowels.
It will turn against you,
extinguishing the heart that, despot, of your own being still beats desperately for its existence."