Island of Adnia 3: The Final Fate

CHAPTER I: THE ROYAL BREED (10)

CHAPTER I: THE ROYAL BREED (10)

A blazing fire, a mighty flame, suppressing the decaying love of the kingdom. An unshakable derision, a disdain for the burning and pitiful night. Enfolding, the soullessness of a final battle, between violet forces, against effulgences of light; mingling in the painful term. Within the confines of the unfortunate towers of the great fortress. Suddenly, a luminous enchantment struck the possessors of great power, amidst the clash of heights. Throwing them into the inner fabric, in the middle of the impending war. Thus, Eroelle fell to the ground abruptly. And when he began to regain consciousness, he already had his king on the right side of him; lifting her out of desperation, only to vividly witness, the greatest tragedy of all her benevolent times. Rita grabs her sword and stores it in her scabbard. In the hour of the king.

Since Rita returned from the war, the heri was so impressed that the prompt declaration of the heir to his kingdom began to be rumored. And many rumored that Abhir would be her heir, although a large portion thought she would be Ceres, or even Amara. People loved Rita very much, and she had proven to be the best warrior in battle, she loved chaos; her passion was war. At that time a healthy war, the one that related heroism among his people, and love and carsma among the warriors and the nobility for his new gestures, especially, having yielded his dragon blessing one of two, to his sister when this He was very wounded, and this restoration of energy yielded by you, and absorbed by it, his body was revitalized and he felt the natural and kind-hearted gesture, from taking down hundreds of barbarian warriors in battle, and demonstrating fearful skill. They are the saber, and great leadership. However, Ceres was the May, she was the General of the Army of Adheon, and part of the mosT experienced of all her children, so it was reasonable that this was the heir to the throne so a large portion were in favor of the The eldest daughter and the most experienced was the heir to his throne. It was the most logical thing to do.

And another small portion was betting on Amara, that despite not having much experience or voice of command, her charms and her sense of compassion and empathy for others won her hearts.

Thus, on the 27th day of the Leorian Cycle, on Rita's seventeenth birthday, in full celebration amid the nobility at the head of a great ceremony in the town, amidst a flurry of flattery, King Argonaeth confirmed the sentence of his youngest daughter, as the official heir to his throne. In the middle of the whole city. And the majority of town celebrated with animation; a banquet was formed, a gathering of community members, parties and parades, and all kinds of social and cultural activities, which provided harmony and festivity extending them until sunset. Although, Ceres was still disheveled, because she had claimed her father for her decision, although the royal family was a bit divided, in the end she was her sister, and it should be celebrated. Tradition of royalty. And in the tradition of the stone, something encrypted was found, "there´s a lake, I get n***d, and I swim. I would love to have my privacy which is the only thing that remains to me, not taken away, Mr. Udna, The Lu Proyect." 

Rita's first great triation was to have killed the dragon to bring him the crystal. Argon didn't see it as a betrayal; rather, it was as a challenge that he set himself, he achieved it on his own account, and furthermore he is an obsolete creature of the divine, and therefore considered a beast of the forest.

Leyra enraged, she did not understand why they had to kill a vulnerable creature to extract a power. 

"Where does that come from? Who has taught you that? The creature is calm, who is looking for it?

These are their dragon blessings, and they have only 2. I will use them with my children!

I'm not going to have children, so it doesn't matter." responded the princess.

Sahdows underneath the surface, will never vanished me. We´ll make it brother. I can feel glory and victory running in my veins, we will make it. And I know my love, but remember she is warrior, she is borned to be the queen, we might as well let her practice her powers of her. Is too much, if she doesn’t do it there she is going to do it with my army, and the las time she almost kills one of mines.

Amara casts a fire spell and it bounces her off. Roars of the wind beneath the end. Shadows of the furrows aligned in death. Teeths of despair and sorrow around mythical races. Dragons from the north, upon the hill of the warrior's fellowship. Near the cave of the dark memories; unleashed with fury and agony, to ripped apart the soul of the courageous one who promised to offer their life to the king´s anarchy. An authentic battle, between beast and man.