In all His wisdom, the Great Spirit looked down upon the beautiful face of Chikondra. As he watched, he saw that danger from dark spirits approached the peaceful world He had created. Yahvanta sighed and asked of Himself what He should do. Should He intercede to drive away those dark forces? Or, should He entrust His favored people to protect the beautiful Chikondra He had given them?

After much contemplation, the Great Spirit reached a decision that troubled His eternal spirit. His people had been promised peace and comfort for their souls, but they must never take for granted those great treasures. The all-sacred Yahvanta knew clearly that His people must recall ancient lessons delivered to them through the gifts of Meichasa.

Speaking to legions of ageless spirits surrounding Him, the Great Spirit began to weave a new story. He told of the coming of the Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná.

Cradled by spirits of ground and sky, the voyager sought comfort from Mamehr Chikondra. Cheerless and lonely, discouraged and weary, the guardian spirit struggled. Too far from home, too long in darkness, the protector soul ached for elusive peace. Disenchanted yet undefeated, the spirit retreated from tradition lost. Although his strength waned, the saddened defender clung to faith as if to life, and he dispatched sacred prayers to touch the Great Spirit’s heart.

Unto those entreaties did Yahvanta listen. Into the soul of Chikondra’s child did He probe. Discovering honor and courage, devotion and purpose, the Great Spirit smiled. In faith, this child had stepped forth. This child who had weakened had at last returned home. With great darkness looming in threat, Yahvanta sighed upon the breast of His precious Chikondra. His champion had she borne. His steadfast warrior had He found.

Infinite wisdom did Yahvanta heed. His champion must no longer struggle alone. The paths to peace would be arduous. So, upon His great universe did the Great Spirit look, seeking kindred spirit to ease the sadness of the woe-filled child of Mamehr Chikondra. At last, great eyes fell upon the helping spirit. Alike yet different, a perfect match was this other child. Again, the Great Spirit smiled.

Satisfied, the Great Spirit issued His decree. From the warm embrace of a faraway star, to Chikondra would journey a new light. That light would bear to Yahvanta’s precious world soft rains of sadness and shining rays of hope. Yet, with strength ever-present, that strange mystic glow would kiss the heart of the world to which it had come. Infused with essence of the Great Spirit’s love, that light would shine upon Yahvanta’s chosen… upon Chikondra’s own great guardian warrior.

Fresh. So clean and bright. Arriving light would step upon precious ground and into the sacred waters of Mamehr Chikondra. In joy, the holy guardians of Meichasa would acknowledge the new child from the distant light. Into love would this helping soul come and deliver Chikondra’s steadfast warrior from sorrow.

Yahvanta would smile upon their love. Upon their hearts, the Great Spirit would bestow His blessings. The guardian warrior and his new light would be bound to one another. Carrying holy vows and sacred intent, they would journey, afar from Chikondra’s loving embrace. Still, they would often yearn for respite, so to Mamehr Chikondra they would return home from their quests for peace.

Seeking renewal and revival, they would turn to Meichasa’s spirits. Always waiting, always listening, Meichasa’s own guardians would welcome their new light and her valiant warrior. In joy again, the two spirits would be restored and venture anew.

Passing the stars of the Great Spirit’s universe, touching the hearts of His many peoples, His chosen defender would journey with the light of his soul. Together, with purpose united, they would faithfully continue their duty. Together they would seek fulfillment of the mission decreed at the coming of Meichasa.

Bearing faith and filled with their love, the guardian and his light would stifle empty chill. The great longing in their hearts would not defeat them. Neither cried for secret sorrow. Neither complained of empty wishes. With all that had been granted to them, those lights chose to be grateful.

Always watching, always hearing, Meichasa’s spirits bore silent messages unto the Great Spirit. These faithful lights deserved never the dark when despite the shadows they were destined to face. Wise in heart, the Great Spirit hearkened unto Chikondra’s sacred guardians. Indeed, those guardians did understand. Mamehr Chikondra’s defender spirit and his helping light would certainly need much aid.

New warmth to chase the empty chill. New light to fill longing hearts. Wise and thoughtful, Yahvanta banned their sadness with new blessing. With tears of joy, Mamehr Chikondra could welcome Yahvanta’s newest creation, faithful guide granted to Chikondra’s courageous warrior.

The Great Spirit cast his gaze again upon His universe. Shadows in darkness continued to encroach, their plague aloft, their poison spewed. The blackness poured out its anger, blowing its foul breath toward Chikondra. Shuddering in anger yet true to His course, Yahvanta’s eyes again fell upon His chosen warrior.

True in heart and firm in faith, the guardian spirit stood fast by the side of the helping light from the faraway star. Despite their spirits blessed, they would need still more light to defeat powers of darkness. What gift should I send? What help will they need? These questions did Yahvanta ask. His ear did He turn to the ageless legions filling His Heavens. Those heavenly minions sent Him to query the guardians of Meichasa.

Wisdom of ages granted eons ago. Hearts opened wide with purpose unbroken. To Yahvanta did Chikondra’s guardian spirits reply.

“You sent us here, Great Spirit, Your people to love. To this world we came, these spirits to guard. Reside we do beneath the breast of Mamehr Chikondra. Beneath her starry eyes do we dance. For her, our songs we sing.

"Now, Mamehr Chikondra’s guardian child comes to us, brought by the heart of another light to which he gratefully clings. His self he gives to shield the guide You sent to still his loneliness. With his arms now filled with love, his sadness is banished by Your compassion.

“To us they listen and extend their hands. With us, they always share their love. However, your guardian again turns his eyes to the universe; Your mission, Your bidding, he takes up again. He shakes off the dread. He clutches her hand. Together, they will forge ahead.

“Sacred One, O Great Spirit wise, we presume not to advise. Only our hearts speak out as the guardians You commanded us to be. No doubt exists. Great threat approaches, blacker than any night. To dispel the threats, You must not hesitate. To Mamehr Chikondra, You must send brighter light.”

Their wise counsel did the Great Spirit heed, so upon His helping child He smiled again. Although it would be forever closed by brilliance unrivaled, the portal would open and Yahvanta’s most sacred of lights would journey to Chikondra. Radiant in beauty, cradled in love, Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná, Yahvanta’s own Guardian of Light, would come to shed grace and courage upon the people to whom the Great Spirit had entrusted His beloved Chikondra.

Child called Light. Guardian of Light. Mamehr Chikondra could sigh her relief. The promise of Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná had come to Chikondra. Salvation would swell as the Light would grow in faith and strength.

With the passing of years, the great warrior would remain protective, his helping spirit ever by his side. In love and courage, custodians they would be; ever watchful, ever true, to the guide of faith and the sacred light to be known as Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná.

Meanwhile, shadows continued to spread stark fingers of darkness through the heavens, reaching for the heart of Chikondra. Defeat, the word no true Chikondran heart would utter. Strong and determined, Yahvanta’s bidding they would honor.

Her children’s deaths would Mamehr Chikondra bear. Her children’s blood would flow unto her core. Rivers of tears would she be forced to cry With heart rent open, Chikondra would bear the scourge of war upon her own body. Covering brave children with breath and tears, she would seek to shield the faithful whose hearts held true. Still, she would be forced to cradle in chaotic repose too many souls of her beloved children.

Her mother’s heart, in swelling grief, would be forced to wait. Her warrior child, in courage and pain, had dispatched afar his beloved helper. Sent away to the safe embrace of her faraway star, bidden to protect the lights entrusted to him. Remaining in sorrow, shielding Mamehr Chikondra, his defender spirit would never surrender. Waiting and hoping, Mamehr Chikondra embraced her warrior. Recalling the secret, she clung to the ancient promise. Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná would surely return.

Unable to withstand exile so dreadfully lonely, the helping light returned to Meichasa’s guardians. Drawn by love and purpose renewed, she came again to the weary warrior. Together as they were meant to be, they stood in dark of night, resisting the shadows with all of their might.

Then, when all seemed lost, dark skies shuddered. Following the love that had inspired their light, loyal did the faith guide approach. And, to the weeping Chikondra, he returned with the Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná.

Strengthened by the breath of Mamehr Chikondra, Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná stepped out upon hallowed ground. Behind her, ever watchful, shone the gaze of Meichasa’s sacred angels. Their breath they blew across her shoulders, their blessings sent to fill her breast. And advance she did with no fear of night.

The warrior’s helper had sensed the flight. Through forests deep, o’er rocky heights, beneath the watch of a thousand eyes, the helping light reached out for the brilliance of Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná. When hand took hand, they changed their course. Light so strong could not be stopped.

Unto the great warrior. whose heart pounded with fear, his most precious lights returned. Reminded of courage, guided by faith, Chikondra’s defenders took new heart. Listening to words borne by light, they chose their way. Follow the path. Ignore the pain. Cling to hope. Embark into night. Embrace the light.

Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná had come home. Yahvanta’s great promise to Mamehr Chikondra would be fulfilled. Time would pass. Tears would fall. Lives would yield. Yet, despite tribulation, steadfast hearts would continue true.

Truth was the legend; prophecy it held. The Guardian of Light, Chikondra’s own daughter, had bravely marched forth. Her sight would pierce the veil of darkness. Evil spirits would not prevail against light born to cast them into void.

And, so, Mamehr Chikondra’s tears began to subside. Her lost children’s souls she guarded inside. Defended by the great warrior whose light never dimmed, aided by light from a faraway star, and guided by faith strong and straight, Mi’yafá Si’imlayaná had returned in beauty to bathe the beautiful Chikondra in the Great Spirit’s greatest intention, His most sacred gift of peace.