1. Πρόλογος

1382. Famished peoples, decimated armies, all in rains...
Even the air... Nearly impossible to breathe!

But the suffocation of Akphaezya imposed a lull period,
allowing Shogun Happosai to sign a trace with the new
ayzeahpkan sheikh, Nasreddin.

With the spring, new aspirations sprouted...

One flourished in an unlikely liaison between a human
young man and an ayzeahpka girl!

2. Scene I : A Slow Vertigo...

Act I: Spring
(Place: The plain)
Scene I: A slow vertigo...
(Characters: Nimim / Sor-Dna)

(Nimim: ) Akphaezya,
Your air rotten by blood,
With the flavor Of our love,
Is a nauseating blend!

(Sor: ) See only a peaceful dove, (my dear, )
My heart beats the deepest mixing of blood...
And love...

(Nimim: ) All I can hear is the shame that shall
mean your name if you would ask for my hand.
This must end!

(Sor: ) No shame but pride without the need to hide.
(Nimim: ) No need to hide with no one on our side?
(Sor: ) They only need someone to believe in..
(Nimim: ) Khym was the guide!

(Sor: ) Become my bride, I love you Nimim.

(Nimim: ) Could this twilight bring its taste of death
to the deep night I've so often embraced..

(Sor: ) Could a new dawn touch this dead lands
and hold our hope drown under a burning sand!
(Both: ) A slow vertigo, just the echo of tomorrow...

(Nimim: ) I fall from your arms,
I fall even though you hold me...
... The strongest you can.
I fell without you... I fall!
Swear that won't happen!

(Sor: ) Across my heart, the hope to dive,
To save you from the void is...
An honor?1 strive to avoid!
(Nimim: ) The empty world of easy words
Is nothing but a crown that punishes the wise...
And where fools arise!

(Nimim: ) Our passion will lead to apocalypse!
(Sor: ) That's not what says your skin under my lips...
(Nimim: ) But what could follow should wait...
The Nuptiae!
(Sor: ) So, you've replied?
(Nimim: ) I'll be your bride, I love you Sor-dna.

Could this twilight bring its taste of death
to the deep night I've so often embraced...
(Sor: ) Could a new dawn touch this dead lands
and hold our hope drown under a burning sand!
(Both: )A slow vertigo, just the echo of tomorrow...

(Both: ) A slow vertigo, just the echo of tomorrow...
If we fall, it will be from the highest!
The sun sets over the wound
Healed by the duet with the moon

(Sor: ) Follow me in this astral dance...
(Nimim: ) But remember that this ballet means:
Temperance!
(they kiss & Sor-Dna leaves)

3. Scene II : Σωφροσύνη

(Ayzeahpka: ) Beware of this omen...
(Nimim: ) But now, I choose to believe...
(Ayzeahpka: ) Nimim Τι εύκολο
(Nimim: ) To άλλω υποτίθεσαι

(Ayzeahpka: ) Σωφροσύνη. Μέτρων
άριστον

(Nimim: ) Tyro, incarnation of nature divinities,
Please, unleash me from my clan,
I swear to be more human than human!

(Ayzeahpka: ) Beware of naive man...
(Nimim: ) Keep your advice and leave!
(Ayzeahpka: ) Nimim... Τι δύσκολον
(Nimim: ) To εαυτόν γνώναι

(Ayzeahpka: ) Σωφροσύνη. Γνώθι
σεαυτόν

(Ayzeahpka: ) Half heart, three on your pyre,
Bum him and cauterize me
(Both; )Now, time for last part
One must expire... Σωφροσύνη.

(TheAyzeahpka fades and disappears)

(Nimim: ) Sleep well my other self...
To eternity! If I've been a poor waif...
You, a brother to me! I'm terribly sorry...
Suffered in sin... Σωφροσύνη!

4. Scene I: Utopia

(Place: In Dna house)
Scene I: Utopia
(Characters: Nimim / Saer/Wer/Sor)

(Sor: ) Dad, I've chosen my own life...
Mom, I've chosen a pretty wife!

(Wer:) Ζήτω η νεόνυμφος. Γεια
μας!

(Sor: ) Thanks to the gods, our love is here,
in despite of (the) difference!
(Nimim: ) Who knows the clouds of constant fear...
(Saer: ) Tell me? Who does? Tell me?
Who does? Tell me?
(Nimim: )... Pray for the rain to wash ignorance!

(All: ) Utopia!

(Sor: ) Yes mom, be proud of your son!
But dad you're sad? What have I done?

(Saer: ) I'll never accept it! I'll never accept her!
Smelling her destroys my honor...
No, Never, I said no, I won't accept her!
I don't want it... I don't want her!

(Nimim: ) Blind makes the veil of honor
that weaves the jail of the other...

5. Scene II : Υβρις / Húbris

(Saer: ) Still inside of me... Legacy of army!

What you dare to name fear is nothing compared
To what makes me sneer...
Old things of warfare!

Fell down the veil: Muzzle of wails!

Hear them scream again the songs of my honor,
Melodies of pain... Composed in terror!

My steel plume pen often wrote its score on males
of your race,
Sonorities I used to abuse... To do what?
To do what? To do what? to do what? Face...

While torture was creating new grins
On the face of those who had no more skin...
Guess what we did of bitches pilloried?
After how many men a female bleeds?

Your stench's rising straight to my soul...
And I'm exalted
Foul wench, you make me lose control...
I'm so excited!

Grabbing, digging deeper in you, that old thrills
To release them.... Restart again, again and again
I bury the coffin of all your wills
On which Γ11 piss a hot acid rain

(Nimim: ) Leave me... Sir, please!
Let me! Oh, please...

(Saer: ) Never tell anyone my nostalgic moment,
Especially your husband, he would ask
for atonement!
Never tell anyone this victory instant...
I'm sure you'll keep silent
because it is what we want..

(Nimim: ) Old reeks of free hate embalmed
Akphaezya’s fate

Now Inside, deep in me... Legacy of army!

Love, alone when I fall,
Will you dive and bring me back
To slow vertigos,
If mute, I can't echo...

(Saer: ) What you dare to name fear
Is nothing compared to what makes me sneer...
Old things of warfare!

(Nimim: )Fell down the veil: Muzzle of wails!

6. Trance H.L. 2

A slight breeze came, whispering the echo of an impossible wedding. The breeze grew into a tenacious
wind, spreading the rumor of a thing that should not be... An infant, bom of a man and a female Ayzeahpka.
But no storm seemed to favor the fear of a profane union more than the belief in providence. So, the idea
became a hope and the warm breeze came back...

In the middle of 1382, the "Seii Taishogun" Happosai abdicated. After despotism, came the prytaneion:
an assembly of three prytaneis and one prytania elected by and for the fifteen peoples of Akphaezya.

When her baby was bom, Nimim decided to call him "Khym", in the memory of the ancient hero:
Khym Al Asad.

Five or six days after, a few misty cellars began to screech, claiming the « Apologia of Shyryas polis»:
a guild made of former soldiers or politicians. At first, they met to discuss about the human
supremacy under the reign of the queen, a century before. The "apologists", quickly organized in militias,

made their name in a lot of terrorist and partisan actions, brandishing Shyrya's blazon as an official flag.
The prytaneion declared them outlaw for danger against liberty, peace and philosophy. But a tragedy
happened, allowing the Apologists to erase the symbol of equality.

7. Scene I: Genesis

(Sor: ) What happened? Mother?
I heard a scream...
You look saddened? About to faint, it seems?

(Wer: ) A blank expression in thy father's eyes,
Staring at his body... Ripped neck in an awful
demise... I'm sure... She is guilty!
Show of false gestures, each time, I applauded all
her... Pantomime!

(Sor: ) Fragile walls now waver...
And will crumble on my hope humbled.

(Wer: ) My son, thou have to be strong!
(Sor: ) Mother, are you sure?
Couldn't you be wrong?
(Wer: ) The beast thou wived is unleashed!
(Sor: ) But the murderer can not be her!
(Wer: ) So who's the killer?

(Sor: ) What happened, Mother, allows no excuse
But all seems blackened, do we have any clues?

(Wer: ) A blank expression in thy father’s eyes,
Staring at his body... Ripped neck in an awful
demise... I'm sure... She is guilty!
(Sor: ) Stop and go away now!
(Wer: ) Revenge finds, in this day, my vow:
I'LL kill her!!!!

8. Scene II: Dystopia

(Sor: ) Can't stay here, You have to leave,
Nothing seems clear and I feel deceived...
Akphaezya and its air rotten by death
Faded the flavor of our love until its last breath!

Finally, our passion mourns its apocalypse.
All ardor, crumpled and torn... Soon, eclipsed...

(Both: ) Νίψσν ανομήματα μη
μόναν όψιν

(Sor: )Νot only the face...
(Both: ) Wash the sins... The sin!

(Nimim: ) Ignorant men don't know what good
They hold in their hands until they've flung it away...
How dreadful it is when the right judge
judges wrong! All collapses in dismay.

Finally, our passion mourns its apocalypse.
All ardor, crumpled and tom... Soon, eclipsed...

Wisdom is the most important part of happiness.

(Both: ) Τα Πάντα ρει. Everything changes!

9. Scene I: Nemesis

(And one day, H. Nafets appears)
(H. Nafets: ) If I could wait a few instants more,
To see what lies behind the door...
What a surprise? Your husband's mother...
What news may she bring in that letter?
And you know what? You must be right:
Let's disregard its seal...
Made of a wax drawing Shyrya's Might...
We'll just close our eyes to make it unreal?

Theatre of hubris, curtain falls: Nemesis!
(Nimim: )You? Omen king,
which face now sings?

Why a god now down here?,
The mischievous jackal seer...
Why you? It can't make sense!
Or to flay a lamb of his innocence?
It's not me! I did nothing! As I swore last spring...
Anyway... My last volition:

Know that a mother would give all to save her son!
Well?

(H. Nafets: ) Well, well... What?
Shall come with me the murderer:
So, your son you have to give!
Bom of his raped mother,

Instinct did not forgive...
His name, with nemesis will rime,
Martyr of human decay!
I know all the secrets of time, opener of the ways.

(Nimim: ) You... Omen king, which face now sings

(H. Nafets: ) Theatre of hubris, curtain falls:
Nemesis!

As emancipation leads to hubris,
A circle of war and peace
Will descend upon Akphaezya's history:
Freedom can't suffer all liberties!.

Now, remind me why you denied your clan?
"To be more human than human... "
Tell me, you expert in human nature,
Would you still apply for candidature?

(Nimim gives Khym to H. Nafets.
The baby and him disappears but a voice resounds... )

(H. Nafets: ) Μη χείρον βέλτιστον

10. Scene II: ...The Harsh Verdict

(Wer: ) Always did I support thee...
Never did I doubt thy choice
But thou broke the love of three...
Now, thou must undergo my voice!
Blind anger in my mind, grows suffering inside...

(Nimim: ) But you were not there when I swore...
When I swore to Tyro i'd rather die...
Than kill a man once more!

(Wer: ) Traitress, thy trial will come soon!
My heart, my love, victim of this deadly doom....
My verdict for thy crime, harsh as I am now,
Will fall down upon thee!
Now, retaliation is all mine
I claimed thy son,
You'll see what my despair can be!

(Nimim:) I always knew how this would end,
In my inner self I'm what I was meant to be...
Now you ask for me to bend...
Deny my innocence... To take your revenge on me!

(Wer: ) Broken family ties,
thy bastard son shall die!
(Nimim: ) The cry of truth,
before your own blindness, needs to confess
(Wer: ) Thou dishonored Army... For murder:
Found guilty!

(Enters the Apologist militia: )
Στο όνομα της Σίριας,
συλλαμβάνετε

(Nimim: ) The cry of truth,
before your own blindness, needs to confess

(Wer, to herself: ) I, I can't stand the loss of...
O, my poor beloved, deprived of my last embrace.
So many tears, turned to fire and sear my face...
A styx I bleed, on thee, will flood!

(Nimim: ) Accuse me, imprison me,
if it erases the pain you feel...
Do it now, I won't flee,
my death is all that you will have to heal!
Judge me here, in this place...
Where your son should have dived
To save me from disgrace... Would he has connived?

Condemn me with no question to ask
about your husband...
Have you ever seen under his mask?
His murderer, my son...
Never you will snare, even in searching everywhere...

(To the audience:) Accepted in this family,
then rejected, I've been accused of all ills...
But true guilty ones are protected,
First one by his lie, second by a mother’s last will.

11. Επιλογος

After that, the atmosphere became so oppressive that each move was a struggle not to kneel... Those who touched
the ground understood Akphaezya was dying. Sick of too much wars, conflicts, riots, rebellions... On the 12th
cycle of 1382, the last march was a silent and peaceful procession of Ayzeahpkas, followed by some other ethnic
groups, all bereaving the loss of Nimim Ninnom, executed with no judgement by the Apologists. Just after that,
H. Nafets took the baby, opened a way through time and simply step back to 1215, when all began.
The omen king suggested the baby to Tyro and asked:

"Would the nature divinities need a providential bud?
Would they differently breed this special shrub? "

Tyro grabbed the boy and retorted:
"In this time of bleak mist and muddy crisis,
To raise a tree of salvation,
A beastly cherub rimes with mystic chrysalis
A praise to free from starvation"
The omen king left one face shading a tear, peered by the grin of his other one...