Marika took the woman’s hand and shook it. She sat next to Kejuta, whom she has an immediate liking to. “Thank you,” she said in her husky voice. “My name is Marika and it’s a pleasure to meet all of you. My dream led me here to you.”
“Your dream led you here?” Aundra looked at her with great interest. “May you tell your dream that you had when you die to us? Oh, before that, tell us how you became an Ilmarian like us.”
“Certainly,” Marika assented. “It happened three years ago when I lived in the desert land of Isha. Back then, I was a traveling healer who went to village to village to take care of the sick. During that time, there was an epidemic that was spreading throughout the land. It was a strange illness. The sick would have a high fever and sores all over their bodies. Then blood would flow from their orifices until they bleed to death. Many people – old, young, woman, and man- suffered and perished from this disease.
“My fellow healers and I tried our best to find a cure, but we didn’t have any luck. Before we knew it, we also began to develop the same symptoms. Hoping to prevent the spread of the illness, we decided to stay put in the village we were staying and prayed that the plague would not extend any farther. One by one, I watched my patients and friends died before my eyes until I knew it was my time. With my last breath, I closed my eyes for the very last time.
“When I opened my eyes again, I found myself floating in the sky and looking down on the world. There were four main continents surrounded by water. I immediately recognized the land of Isha due to its large desert, but I didn’t know about the other landforms; yet somehow I knew their names. At first, I was confused and thought that I was in Heaven until I heard a strange voice booming from somewhere. He told me this:
KNOW THY WORLD AND GUIDE THE SEEKER IN HER JOURNEY.
“Before I could ask him who he was or what he meant by those words, I felt myself falling down from the sky. As I was falling, several visions flashed before my eyes and that was when I woke up. Surprised, I jumped off from my mat and noticed that the lesions on my skin were gone. Likewise there were these strange, glowing, white flowers surrounded my bed. Initially, I thought it was just a dream so I pinched myself, which told me that I was not.
“Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and before I could answer it, a woman barged through it. She was holding her sick child and begged me to help her. Without thinking, I told her to place him on my bed, and we were amazed to discover that the flowers healed him. Astonished by what I’ve seen, I immediately ordered the other patients to be brought to my bed and the same results occurred as well.
“Soon words spread throughout the scattered villages and many traveled to that village to be cured. Some of the other healers wanted to bring the flowers to the distant villages but we found out that if we tried to cut these flowers, they would dissipate. That was when I decided to make a journey throughout the desert villages and offered a little bit of my blood to create those flowers. After several months, the epidemic was over.”