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Lowenah sat proud upon her parti-colored mount, a powerful KaminosKtisis named ‘ReaBhemah’, meaning ‘animal companion’. The great horse was said to have been her personal creation, the very first of the KaminosKtisis. It was said by legend that ReaBhemah roamed the valleys and plains of EdenEsonbar long before a palace set upon butte overlooking the ‘Seven Walls of Creation’, the name given by the Ancients to the high enclosures that once surrounded the palace.
ReaBhemah was also called ‘SusRuah’, meaning ‘Spirit Horse’, by many of the older children. Tales told of early adventurers traveling the haunted lands of EdenEsonbar, and later distant star systems, occasionally seeing a ghostly shadow of a lone horse and rider in the bright of the moonlight off in the distance, as if standing vigil over the sojourners. These Ancients recalled when seeing the apparition that anxious disquiet would begin to fill their hearts with foreboding. This dread would lead to action, often saving the persons from suffering some later calamity. These same Ancients came to believe that the ghostly rider was none other than Lowenah seated upon ReaBhemah, she warning her children of some coming unseen danger.
Whatever the case, ReaBhemah was a spirit horse. It lived in Lowenah’s mind, coming to her when she wished it. The animal had not been boarded for this long journey, but came trotting out of the desert that very morning, prepared for the occasion. Wide-eyed, the children new to this world were, many for the first time seeing some of Lowenah’s magic. For the others, some were amused, a few quietly smiled, one or two made comment. The majority paid little heed, busying themselves with other activities in the morning’s preparation for the exchange. As one newcomer later stated regarding it, ‘I guess magic just isn’t magic if you see it often enough.’
(Author’s note: For many readers, ReaBhemah will be new to them. In my opinion, the historical accounts penned by many of Lowenah’s children are rather droll and unexciting, being written as if to be graded in a class rather than to be shared with other people. Oh yes, so many historians can bore you to tears with an everlasting list of details regarding some meaningless event or inconsequential battle - one in which they may have played a part. Yet even in these exhaustive, dull, overly scrutinized, obfuscating accounts, little or no comment can be found regarding any of what I like to call ‘magic’.
Although some have complained that my own works can be and are overly scrutinized and at times obfuscating, I - as any good author will do - defend what has been written as absolutely necessary for the proper understanding of the historical events. So it is here that I have added a short account of ReaBhemah, feeling that it rounds out this little bit of history concerning the Prisoner Exchange. I think it also adds a bit of spice to the following material. Lowenah was – is - not one to toot her own horn, to show the universe just who she really is. Maybe it is for the best. For if the persons lifted up to immortality are left speechless when witnessing the breadth and depth of a fathomless soul filled with such power, wisdom, and might, what then for the worlds of men?
ReaBhemah is but one simple act of Lowenah’s magic, much as a rabbit trick is for a talented magician and escape artist. What then were the magical abilities of this Maker of Worlds? As the reader will find in the following account, Lowenah’s power was far greater than most can imagine, even to the point of changing time and space. I ponder for a moment: should you have such power, and should you be in the agony of heart that this possessor of such power (magic) was, would you have the strength to restrain such a distraught heart, suffering instead the anguish within to give honor to a self-made law?
Occasionally accompanied with tears, I was told the following secrets of a once aching heart that still pines with regret. Only in retrospect can we comprehend the magnitude of love displayed by this beautiful person who, in one moment, could have removed all the suffering from that heart...but, no, for the love of righteousness stayed a bitter course for the betterment of all her children. When the import of what Lowenah did, or should I say, did not do, becomes fully understood, then all faith will come to its end, for Love will have conquered even it.)