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Revival! The Uluru Games

Revival! The Uluru Games

Part 14: The Epic of Runners



Vertin: The audience are all seated. No stampede or jostle, not to mention injury.
Ezra: All the human athletes have registered, and their mixed sporting events with arcanist athletes have been properly planned and are ready to start in three days!
Desert Flannel: Aah! I'm done. I can't even move a finger right now.
This is almost a miracle.
Everyone is running, running, and running for the tremendous workload, like a python trying to digest an elephant. Fortunately, they manage to complete all the work just on time.
Ulu: Come on, Flammy.
Ulu: It's our turn.
Spathodea: ...!
Spathodea: Hah ... Haha, again we walk on this glorious path together, Ulu!
Ulu: Run.
Ulu: Get yourself running, child.
Ulu: Light up the Uluru torch, as you have promised!
Spathodea: As ... I have promised!
Her ribs tremble excitedly as Spathodea's heart flutters like a bird, now flapping its wings to fly away.
Tired as her body is, the way Spathodea runs is as lively as her heart.
Spathodea: I am running. Even though the day I last ran here was a thousand years ago, it feels just like yesterday to me.
Spathodea: I run across the long track, stepping on the burning red soil. I am sweating, like a sparkling star! I am going to the top of the Stadium to light up the torch ...
Spathodea: Ulu, Ulu!
Spathodea: Have I grown up like you wished for me? Am I a new and different me now?
Cheers, songs, whistles, and clicks encourage the girl forward.
She runs as fast as she can, calling out.
Spathodea: This is just a moment of my life, but I know you've waited a million days and nights for it! I want you to be proud! I want you to be happy!
Ulu: My friend, my dear friend!
Ulu: You're my Flammy, but you're so much more than that ...
Ulu: You're also my Spathodea ... My little girl ...!
Ulu: You have grown up, as I have dreamed of countless times. The snakes here didn't lay a single tooth on you. Both your body and mind are intact.
Audience: Hey, what's that? The Uluru Flame is dropping water!
Ulu: sobs
Ulu: cries out loudly
Spathodea: U-Ulu?!
The flame is put out by her tears. The little Priestess stops running subconsciously, which makes her lose her balance.
She falls forward to the ground.
Audience: Flame! The Uluru Flame! It's ...!
Audience: It's-It's the kid of Laplace!
Ezra: ...!
Audience: Flame! The Uluru Flame! It's lit up again!
The flame that revives is burning in their joined hands, feeling warm and comfortable.
Ezra finally hears the people's cheers as he looks around at a loss.
Ezra: We ... we did it!
Ezra: The opening ceremony took place just as we planned!
Spathodea: Yes, YES! We made it! Thank you, Ezra!
Spathodea holds the weak Ulu gently while holding the boy in her arms.
Spathodea: The flame is burning in your hand. You ... You share the same thought, don't you? It wouldn't have burned on you if you weren't wishing for the Games sincerely!
Ezra: Yes, I, I do. I want it to be a successful event.
Ezra: It's important to you, and so to us now.
Ezra: With a smile on his face, Ezra holds Spathodea's hand and lifts it in the air.
Ezra: Mankind and arcanists who are here with us or following the event through radio, TV, or internet, I invite you to witness the blazing of the Uluru torch.
Ezra: She is Ulu, the noble spirit of peace, hard work, and competition.
Ezra: In the past thousands of years, the holy fire has been to the highest mountain and touched the rocks in the deepest sea, taking the peace and all other noble qualities to every corner of this world.
Ezra: It was also brought out of this world, into space by rockets, and traveled among the stars. From ships, to spaceships, from one hand to another, it has journeyed far.
Spathodea: And now, for the first time, the torch to be lit has come to the flame.
Spathodea: The flame is burning in the joint hands of human and arcanist.
Spathodea&Ezra: We hereby swear we shall forget the hatred, conflict, turbulence, and chaos of the past.
Spathodea&Ezra: We shall run in the name of sportsmanship. We shall walk in the original form of men.
Spathodea&Ezra: We shall compete against each other, not for victory but for participation.