A Story of the The Lake of Reflection

It is said that many have learned the lessons of the Lake of Reflection and this is the tale of one such person. Spiritus Futurus is her name and her tale goes back many years to a very special place that time factored into the Realm of Loerjaan. Looking into the Lake of Reflection can be a daunting challenge many are frightened to even contemplate the very thought of it. Some can look with ease and see joy happiness and a vision that makes oneself feel good and contented but that only comes with a clean pure heart and of course the ability to love yourself first so that you may know how to love others. For if you are not able to take this very first step then a healing is necessary before you can proceed to the next level, so you see it is only those with great courage who can look into the depths of the Lake of Reflection and perhaps see the ugly side of themselves, the parts of your being that needs attention. In the seeing though is the very essence or start of the healing process.
So we come to Spiritus Futurus and how she and her small band of followers became disciples of the “Purity of Heart” and came to reside along the shores of the Lake of Reflection in the Elfen Forest of Fareignfeld. Spirit Futurus had long been a brash tomboyish young woman of some slight fourteen years gone she had a disregard for the elders and others that was not pleasing to see. Often causing devilish pranks which resulted many times in hurt and heart break a very sad state of affairs and mostly the people of Loerjaan had tired of trying to help her back to the straight and narrow. Therefore, outcast from the folk of Loerjaan she had wandered into the forest of Fareignfeld and settled beside the Lake of Reflection. Soon she was fast asleep and dreaming of good things but as time past her slumber turned to disturb nightmarish activity that caused her to rock back and forth and roll about all over the grassy banks that surround the lakeside. So much activity was soon to see her rolling helplessly into the water and with that came the sudden awakening from the nightmare with a startled and wet feeling that lingered long or so it seemed. Yet it was only seconds that had passed and as she focussed and being more comatose it was apparent that she was looking at a reflection in the mirror like surface of the undisturbed water before her.
Now as she stared at first without recognition into the depths of the image portrayed before her eyes it seemed as though she was just perhaps having some sort of illusion that was distorting her mind and thoughts but as reality and clarity broke through the befuddled brain waves, she saw things that she did not like to recall. Her past experiences and the bad deeds she had transpired on many good folk who certainly did not deserve her distain became vivid right to the point of shear disparity leaving her feeling really distraught with guilt, a definite first for Spiritus. However as the sun crossed the sky and the afternoon became late the visions that were helping to cleanse this young ones soul could not be denied and so it came to pass that with a feeling of relief Spiritus cried out. “Help me make me a better person of myself, take this evil from my soul”. She cried. ”Forgive me the transgressions I have committed against my people for I knew not what I had done”.
On observation, could it be that a realisation had occurred that was profound. Yet the sense of the atmosphere surrounding the lake would bring into question concern given such a statement. Such things are not the norm and perhaps one would need to consider the possibility of such happenings. Something mysterious was occurring here that needed explaining with the usually excepted principles of behaviour that is not to say that it is abnormal but just a touch unusual. Almost spiritual one could say and that is the reasoning behind this tale of inspirational verbose. As the late afternoon turned the corner into early evening and the suns rays slowly disappeared below the line of huge trees filled with green leaves encompassing the branches, Spiritus sank to the ground in an exhausted sleep.
Some hour’s later awakening she found herself filled with a spiritual urging the denial of which was not possible, so she squatted on the ground and hands held gently together she focussed her inner-self strengthening. The longer this took place the stronger the emanating waves seemed to move outward from her body way beyond the trees and out into the Loerjaan country. After much time had past first one then another stranger approached from different directions and made their way to the edge of the waters. This went on for some time through the night, early morning until in all six compatriots had joined her by the edge of the lake, and each had gone through a similar transition as Spiritus. As the sun heightened to a midday peak she gathered them around her and with an aurora of deep blue emanating from the circle accompanied by a soft mellowing sound, they sunk to their knees in a seemingly ritual prayer. They stayed in this state throughout the day and it became a regular occurrence on a weekly basis.

Told is a tale around many a campfire that Talen_Greystone himself has passed the healing along with the most admired Talei his good wife. So to this day, their sole purpose has been to bring people to the waters edge at the Lake of Reflection and when they have healed, return them to the life in Loerjaan. Healing of the purist and highest form is the miracle granted to the order “Purity of Heart” the monk like followers of such a spiritual gathering the healer’s are renowned throughout the realm. All the Orders or the Robe and the Elite units of Loerjaan as a matter of course pass through the healing of the Lake of Reflection. A tradition of the finest order one might say, but then Loerjaan is a special realm and many unique and wonderful happenings do occur in such a place as this.
May the stories of the Realm fill your heart and soul with tranquillity, a calm of wellbeing combined with a hope to great inspiration, as should all the stories of the Loerjaan. Lastly may “Purity of Heart” be your constant companion…

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