Ohannas Felix

Ohannas was the Popess of Khlee-by-the-Bonn, the Citadel of the West. She was the High Guardian in Zarnul for Shanelei, the goddess of Emotions.

She ruled her Citadel as a spreader of happiness, until the crisis of the Gems, when she started ruling through drugs, hallucinogens and vices.

Her background is from the Hedda. She had her Call to Arbs after she entered her puberty, at which time her power of Kundalyna truly awoke. She had long beautiful and shiny raven hair, with an entrancing way to speak and move and a way with words that could manipulate any living being into feeling what she wanted them to. Her poetry could give visions to her followers, and her eyes could make anyone feel happy and in love. She would wear pink sarees and dresses.

Ohannas found her one true love in Hormuz of Zhanic City, the High Guardian for the Searle. It is with Hormuz that Ohannas liberated the Citadel of the West from the strict technocratic dictatorship of Ingersoll, the previous High Guardian of Enhoph. They ruled the city together through liberalization of all its social spheres, until Ingersoll cast a curse of forgetting to Hormuz, making him lose himself and disappear in Zarnul. This caused Ohannas to enter an everlasting depression, in which she yearned for the return of her love and happiness through Hormuz. Beeing in the role of City ruler and spiritual guide alone, she turned to potions and drugs to spread emotions to her constituents, although artificial.

### Dawn of Emotions in Khlee

In the wake of Ingersoll's downfall, a newfound sense of freedom and euphoria washed over Khlee-By-The-Bonn. Ohannas, the beacon of love and compassion, took it upon herself to lead the city into an era of emotional liberation. With every step she took through the once-oppressed streets, she spread messages of love and community, her voice echoing with the promise of happiness and fulfillment. In the vibrant aftermath of Khlee-By-The-Bonn's liberation, Ohannas took on a profound role within the city. Every day, she embarked on a routine that became a lifeline for the healing community. Armed with her boundless compassion and unwavering dedication, she traveled through the city, knocking on people's doors, and inviting herself in. She became a spiritual guide, a listening ear, and an empathetic counselor, helping the citizens face the trauma of Ingersoll's oppression.

Inside the homes of Khlee, Ohannas acted as a psychiatrist of the soul, encouraging the inhabitants to delve into their subconscious, to remember the life they had before the dark decade of dictatorship. Most adults believed their memories had been erased, a void left in place of their once-happy lives. However, Ohannas, blessed with a deep connection to Shanelei, the goddess of emotions, possessed the ability to unblock these memories. With her divine touch, she brought back the feelings the populace had experienced before the tyranny, rekindling the forgotten flames of joy, love, and camaraderie.

In one touching instance, an elder, wrinkled by time and burdened by the weight of suppressed memories, was freed from his mental prison. Through a ritual guided by Shanelei's divine energy, the elderly man's past flooded back into his consciousness. Tears welled in his eyes as he remembered he had been married to his neighbor before the oppressive darkness descended upon Khlee. His neighbor, too, had her memories restored, and as the floodgates of their shared experiences opened, they embraced each other tightly, their love rekindled in the wake of their shared recollections. Ohannas watched their reunion with emotional delight, a testament to the healing power of love and memory.

Trauma, Ohannas knew, was a formidable adversary, one that was hard to face and even harder to forgive. Yet, in her wisdom, she directed the newly discovered feelings of anger and frustration towards Ingersoll, the architect of their oppression. Violence was not tolerated in their newfound utopia; instead, the citizens channeled their emotions into artistic release and dance. In the city's squares and gardens, expressive movements and colorful brushstrokes filled the air, becoming a collective canvas for their shared pain and healing.

Under Ohannas's guidance, the people of Khlee embraced the cathartic power of creativity, transforming their anguish into art. The city echoed with the rhythmic beats of drums, the melodic tunes of flutes, and the graceful twirls of dancers. The streets, once filled with fear, were now adorned with vibrant murals and sculptures, each telling a unique story of resilience and transformation.

Ohannas stood at the heart of this cultural renaissance, her presence a source of inspiration and solace. She encouraged the people to explore the depths of their emotions, to confront their fears, and to find solace in the shared embrace of their community. Together, they danced away the shadows of the past, painting a brighter future with every brushstroke and every step.

Yet, as the city bloomed with newfound creativity and emotional release, Ohannas couldn't shake the feeling of impending change. The comet in the sky, once a harbinger of uncertain times, seemed to cast a watchful gaze upon their joyous endeavors. Unbeknownst to the citizens of Khlee, a storm was brewing on the horizon, one that would challenge their newfound harmony and test the strength of their bonds.

As she walked, she preached the worship of Shanelei, the goddess of emotions, in public, her fervent prayers filling the air and inspiring those who listened.

At first, Ohannas stood alone in her worship, but as time passed, her dedication drew followers like moths to a flame. The city, once silenced by fear and oppression, now resounded with the sweet melodies of music. The discordant hum of industrial machines was replaced by the gentle strumming of guitars and the rhythmic beat of drums. Artisans and craftsmen flourished, their creations adorning the once-sterile streets with vibrant colors and intricate designs.

New travelers, curious about the city that had been hidden from the world for a decade under Ingersoll's rule, ventured into Khlee. They were met with open arms and warm smiles, the city's transformation evident in the laughter and camaraderie that filled the air. Ohannas, with her infectious enthusiasm, acted as a shepherd guiding the people back to their forgotten emotions.

Under her guidance, the citizens of Khlee began to rediscover their humanity. They laughed, cried, and embraced one another without fear or hesitation. Children, once confined to the shadows of fear, now roamed the streets with wide-eyed wonder, free to dream and explore the world around them. The city buzzed with activity, as people engaged in lively conversations, shared stories, and nurtured the bonds of community.

Meanwhile, Hormuz, the peaceful ruler of the city, took on the role of administrator, ensuring that the newfound harmony was maintained. He facilitated community projects, encouraged education, and promoted cooperation among the citizens. The city, once an oppressive state, transformed into a laid-back socialist commune where everyone contributed and helped one another. The trials of tomorrow seemed insignificant compared to the joy of living in the present.

However, amidst the euphoria and newfound freedom, Ohannas began to notice a change in Hormuz. He grew distant, his thoughts seemingly elsewhere, and he spent more and more time visiting Ingersoll in his dark cell. She sensed an undercurrent of tension, a subtle shift in the air that hinted at the impending storm. As the comet continued its silent vigil in the night sky, Ohannas could not ignore the feeling of foreboding that settled in her heart. Concerned, she approached him one evening under the radiant glow of the setting sun.

"Hormuz," she said softly, her eyes searching his, "you've been spending a lot of time with Ingersoll lately. Is everything alright?"

Hormuz looked at her, his expression troubled. "I can't help but feel that there's something he needs to say, something he needs to share. I believe he's still haunted by his past, and I want to help him find closure."

Ohannas nodded, understanding his compassion for their fallen foe. "Just be careful, my love. We've come so far, and I fear that delving too deeply into his darkness might dim the light we've found."

As they spoke, Ohannas's gaze drifted to the night sky. High above, a comet blazed a trail, an omen that cast a shadow over her heart. She couldn't shake the feeling that change, both beautiful and terrible, was on the horizon.

Little did she know that the comet's appearance heralded the beginning of a new chapter, one that would test their newfound harmony and challenge the very foundations of their love and community. The city, once liberated from the clutches of tyranny, stood at the edge of an uncertain future, and the decisions made in the days to come would shape the destiny of Khlee-By-The-Bonn.

And so, under the watchful gaze of the celestial omen, the people of Khlee continued their lives, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon, a storm that would test their resilience and unity in ways they could not yet imagine.

### A Fractured Love

In the wake of Khlee-By-The-Bonn's liberation, a sense of euphoria enveloped the city, but within the hearts of its leaders, a growing tension cast a shadow over their love. Ohannas, the embodiment of love and compassion, watched with a mix of pride and concern as Hormuz became increasingly consumed by his mission to exorcise the extremism of Ingersoll. Late into the night, they would sit by the soft glow of candlelight, their conversations tinged with both passion and frustration.

As weeks turned into months, Ohannas began to fear that Hormuz, in his fervent pursuit of self-improvement and the city's progress, was becoming increasingly vulnerable to Ingersoll's manipulative grasp. She had witnessed firsthand the depth of Ingersoll's knowledge, bestowed upon him by the goddess of knowledge before his fall-from-grace. She knew Ingersoll's cunning was unparalleled, his ability to exploit even the smallest cracks in a person's psyche to further his own agenda.

Yet, amidst her concerns, Ohannas felt a special kind of love towards Hormuz, a love that surpassed even the devotion she held for Shanelei, the goddess of emotions. It was a love born of shared struggles, of triumphs, and of the promise of a future where happiness and fulfillment were not just dreams but tangible realities. She was torn between her dedication to her goddess and her growing relationship with Hormuz, a man who had inspired the populace of Khlee to dare and to create.

Hormuz took on the responsibility of conducting weekly tribunes at the public square, where he listened to the people's concerns and ideas, providing accountability on the city's restoration efforts and governance. He delivered motivating speeches, promising brighter days were ahead, and that the flame of freedom would never be extinguished. Over time, he delegated his tasks to a council of voluntary Khlee citizens, believing in the power of democracy and the innate wisdom of the people to govern themselves.

Ohannas, however, argued that the liberation was still fresh, the wounds of the past still raw. She believed that one year was not enough to heal the trauma the population had suffered. They needed to be the shepherds a little longer, guiding the people with their love, inspiring them with the promise that happiness and fulfillment were possible once more.

"Ohannas," Hormuz would say, his voice laced with determination, "we cannot hold onto the past forever. The people need to learn to govern themselves. We must empower them, guide them, but not control them."

She would gaze into his eyes, her own filled with worry. "But Hormuz, the wounds inflicted upon our people are still fresh. We have given them freedom, but they are like fragile birds learning to fly. They need our support, our love, to soar without fear."

His jaw would tighten, the weight of his responsibility etched on his face. "I understand your concern, Ohannas, but we cannot coddle them indefinitely. They must learn to stand on their own, make decisions for themselves. Our love is not a crutch but a beacon, guiding them toward self-reliance."

With every passing day, Ohannas felt the distance growing between them. Despite the love that still burned between them, there was an unspoken rift, widening like a crack in the earth after a quake. She missed the warmth of his touch, the tender words he used to whisper in her ear. Now, their conversations were more about governance, the city's progress, and less about the deep, soul-stirring connection they once shared.

In the public eye, they maintained an appearance of unity, their smiles disguising the turmoil within. Ohannas continued her routine of going door to door, knocking softly, and entering the homes of the citizens. But even her interactions with the people couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in her heart.

One evening, under the twinkling canvas of stars, Ohannas confronted Hormuz. "Our love used to be the guiding light of this city, Hormuz. It inspired the people to rebuild, to find joy again. Now, it feels like a distant memory, overshadowed by your commitment to this council. We are still their leaders, and they look to us for guidance, not just as advisors."

Hormuz looked into her eyes, his own searching for answers. "Ohannas, I love you more than words can express. But I also love this city, and I want to see it thrive without us. We have laid the foundation; now it's time for them to build their own destiny."

Tears welled in her eyes as she held his gaze. "I fear that your dedication to this ideal will cost us not just our love but the very fabric of this city. We need balance, Hormuz. We need to be their shepherds a little longer before they can stand alone."

He reached out to cup her cheek, his touch gentle but firm. "I don't want to lose us, Ohannas. I want our love to endure, but I also want to see Khlee prosper long after we're gone. Can you understand that?"

She nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of their shared burden. "I understand, Hormuz, but I can't help but feel that we're drifting apart. Our love used to be our strength, now it feels like our greatest weakness."

As they stood there, under the vast expanse of the night sky, the comet's trail of red stellar dust seemed to burn brighter, casting an eerie glow over their faces. Ohannas, once the beacon of hope and love, felt a deep sadness settle within her, a despair that seemed to echo the ominous changes looming on the horizon.

In the darkness, their silhouettes merged, a symbol of the love they still shared, but also a stark reminder of the growing distance between them. The comet blazed its trail across the firmament, its presence now a harbinger of not just change but the potential unraveling of the very foundation of Khlee-By-The-Bonn's hard-won freedom.

One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned shades of deep purple, Hormuz announced that an election would take place, granting the citizens the power to choose their leaders. That night, as they lay in bed, Ohannas confronted him, her voice laced with fear and desperation.

"Hormuz, you're giving too much freedom to a people who have not ruled any sphere of their lives in the last ten years," she said, her eyes pleading. "I talk to them daily, and I see the vulnerability in their eyes. They cannot control their emotions yet. Some are still apathetic, indifferent to the common good. They are not ready for this level of responsibility."

Hormuz's face contorted with frustration. "You wish for them to be forever dependent on your spiritual guidance, never able to feel true and authentic emotions. You've influenced their feelings wherever you go. I've led a million to think for themselves, to find their strength. You've helped them break free from oppression, but at what cost?"

She screamed back, her voice breaking with sadness, "A million individuals, a million people, with stories, feelings, fears and dreams! It is easy to say you lead them when you talk to them once a day in the public place. I visit them, help them, touch them and listen to them, to all of them, individually, while all you had to do was focus on leading one city. I beg you, listen to me my love. Can't you see, Hormuz? We are their pillars of strength. They look up to us. They need us to guide them, to nurture them until they are strong enough to stand alone."

That night, as the moon cast a ghostly glow upon their faces, Ohannas cried tears of despair for the first time in her life. The weight of their differences, the fracture in their once-unbreakable love, hung heavy in the air. She felt a profound sense of loss, a sinking feeling that their love, the very foundation of their city's rebirth, was slipping through their fingers like sand. The comet, its tail blazing a trail across the night sky, seemed to bear witness to their crumbling bond, a silent observer of their fading unity.