Νεράιδα...

 -Νεράιδα…

 He pronounced her name in Greek, which transliterated would be “Neráida”. She lent out her hand and he stood up, immensely grateful to see her.

 -Walk with me! – she whispered.

 She moved with the grace of a dancer and her beauty was unmatchable with that of any living human being. There was a reason behind all of this. Notwithstanding her traits, Neráida was not human at all. As they treaded on soft grass and fallen leaves, our hero didn’t know how to begin the conversation. His reverence made him silent, even though he had dreamed to see her again since he was a teenager. For many, she would be called “a guardian Angel” and that’s what Cameron knew her for.

 -Neráida, I need your help!

 -I know, my dear. We all know what is going on!

 Yes, they knew. She and her tribe, the most ancient of all: the Milujite. They represented the link between humanity and the Gods, sharing the basis of DNA with ordinary human beings, but with an extra secret element in their genetic code that allowed them to have the consciousness of their cosmic heritage. Neráida was a woman in terms of flesh and blood, but her mind was directly connected to the Celestials and she could see and understand things that terrestrials could not.