"See the dark clouds blacken out the sky and listen the thunder rage of pain. Turns your looks towards the darken stars to admire the avenger angel, who descended onto earth to bring down her wrath and loose her fateful lighting on the varmint."
This is the way we describe the apparitions of the "Celestial Avenger". Many legends about her existence remain but no one knows exactly her origins, neither what are her real motives. Only the story of a humble fisherman seems to throw some light on grey areas surrounding the story of this divine soul.
One day, while it sailed its nets, a young woman came to beg him her help to take her on the dangerous islands of Fulgira. The latter refused at first to begin such a trip because rare are the ones having approached these lands, ravaged by thunderstorms and storms, and to have returned there alive.
In fact, the legend tells that several centuries ago of it, in the advent of a great battle, setting the natives to conquering armies. The inhabitants commissioned a warrior on the summit of the highest peak of the archipelago to implore the help of the Gods, in particular that of Thorrai, deity of the lightning and the storms. The latter, touched by the pleas of the people of these parts of the country, confided a sword filled with the power of heavens to the fighter. This one thanked the divinity and promises him to dedicate the victory, with the organization of a big banquet in its honor. Then, he hurried to lower the sacred mount, to face the similar belligerent strengths. Whereas the latter revealed their veils on the horizon, the warrior raised his sword, calling waters to burst out and the sky to tear.
Boats, taken by the sea current, collided between them. The losses were heavy but the enemy continued to move forward and when he accosted, the fight was inevitable. The troops poured on the bank and the first clashes burst. Although in digital inferiority, the natives fought with bravery, lead by the warrior-missionary carrying the relic of their God, and succeeded in pushing away the invader. But the victory was obtained at the price of numerous sacrifices and some survivors went back home saddened.
However, the myth continues and tells that after long burial to bury all those having left their life in the battle, a banquet was organized to celebrate their previous triumph. But, these festivities were hardly dedicated to the god of the lightning, such was the promise made by the warrior-missionary who, blinded and made drunk by the drink, challenged the Divinity.
Thorrai, irritated by the arrogance of the belligerent and the applauses of the other dinner guests, made bring down the lightning on the building where took place the drinking bout. The smoke emanating from the incandescent building went to the sky darkens by clouds blacks. Thorrai ordered that we return him the sword and that we bring him a present to ask for its forgiveness. Yet, when the warrior returned on the summit of the peak, he crashed simply the sword in the ground. Offended by such an insult, the God came down on the earth, taking back his due and punish the impertinent. However, the latter was surrounded by several soldiers, indoctrinated by the warrior-missionary, who defied the Divinity and provoked his anger. The impertinent warriors charged Thorrai who, furious, unchained his wrath against its aggressors, by striking each of the unfortunates.
The legend says while at the end of this confrontation, the aforementioned God, filled with bitterness towards those whom he had tried to protect, curses for ever these lands formerly worshipped and sealed the sword in the earth where it had been anchored. From now on, these islands are surrounded with the powerful maelstrom and the most rash sailors prefer to by-pass these waters unchained rather than to venture there.
Nevertheless, the pleas of the girl, as well as a certain sum of money the origin of which was more than doubtful, succeeded in convincing humble helmsman who, after a long prayer intended for the gods of heavens and seas, left the bank. During the duration of their journey, the fisherman tried to strike up a conversation to learn it more on this young young lady standing in the bow of the small boat. However, the latter remained silent.
Approaching little by little cutting and threatening reefs which, in the past, had pulled many more boats in the marine depths. The fisherman, little serene in front of hurricanes and in front of the marine whirlwinds, addressa again to the girl :
« It is not too late to give up. Many others tried to cross these tempestuous waters and although some reached there, those who managed to put the foot on dry land never returned there. You are very too young for such a trip, you would do better to return with your family. Only the Gods know what is on these cursed lands. »
The girl diverted slightly her looks towards the fearful :
— It is too late for this kind of pointless words. We perceive from now on the earth on the horizon, so continue, I ask you.
The fisherman frowned but answered nothing. He contented with navigating the swell while observing the one the look of which had returned in the direction of the maelstrom.
After having fought the many bustles of the sea, the boat succeeded in reaching the earth. The girl went down then from the boat and thanked the fisherman for the crossing, by going to the lugubrious jungle which was held in front of them. However, the helmsman shouted out to her :
« If you are decided to pursue your path, then takes this. Nobody knows what is behind these trees. If you had to defend yourself, it will be a bigger utility in your hands than between mine. »
This one tightened him an old pocket knife with a handle decorated with a pearl blue as an ocean of sadness which cleared her azure eyes of the fearless young person. It is at this precise moment that he crossed and noticed for the first time since their departure, all the melancholy of his look and this desire to continue this trip up to the end, whatever is the purpose.
At first reluctant and retorting that it was better than he keeps it, she finally agreed, in front of the insistence of the fisherman, to take the small knife. Then, she sank into the darkness of undergrowth and disappeared for ever from the look of her guide.
Several weeks had passed by since the expedition towards islands Fulgira. As in the accustomed the fisherman sailed his nets, asked the gods of heavens and seas and left the bank to navigate the agitated streams. Fighting indefatigably the sea spray and the stormy waves in search of fishes or of shells, he navigated until the sun reflected its last beams on the red horizon. The helmsman returned then with his bow nets and his nets, then to return to sleep peacefully, until the next day when he would repeat again his labour.
However, having made its traditional rite preceding the fishing day, it was surprised noticing that the sea seemed more quiet and peaceful than previously. Indeed, while he approached Fulgira's islands, his impression was confirmed when he noticed that a sky of a crystal clear blue had replaced the sacred storms. Besides, the maelstrom had disappeared to give place in the soft marine breeze and the boat was rocked from now on by some undulations of waves. From now on, only a powerful magic dam surrounds majestic mountain of the archipelago.
The fisherman, whose interest was aroused by this mystery, wanted to satisfy this desire which the livened up. He left then on these lands and once having tied up, he entered at the heart of the jungle and sank in the depths of the vegetation. After several hours of walking, the latter succeeded in reaching the center of the island and advanced until the closer of the mount. Impossible to cross the magic barrier, he decided then to turn back, to attend to his activities.
However, him perceived a small object to shine far off. He went there, hoping to find precious metals. However, the helmsman remained flabbergasted when he was held over the small object planted in the ground : it was the old pocket knife which he had confided to the fearless young person. He collected the fine blade and observed the summit of the peak a long moment, before diverting his look, abandoning for ever these sacred lands and the slim figure which had ventured there.
For this day, these islands inspire the admiration and instigate the curiosity of the adventurers, trying to discover the secret hidden behind this wall of light...