Inhorèm: The Higher Elves

CHAPTER III: THE COUNCIL OF ELVES (5)

CHAPTER III: THE COUNCIL OF ELVES (5)

The future of his kingdom was now uncertain, and it only remained to vent the pain, the pain and the uneasiness through his pesky tears, inhabited within his torn heart, while they awaited the arrival of the god of the air together with the supreme god, coming from their meeting on the great mountain, and thus allow the prelude to the next battle. The beginning of the end. The start of the Great War.

Rapid movements, and exchanges of light and plasma energies against golden lights of effulgence, began to intertwine in the confines of the ill-fated battlefield, frozen at night. Suddenly, a luminous enchantment struck the bearers of power. Launching them towards the inner parcel of the fortress, in the midst of the impending war.

he exerted a pressure on her that made it impossible for her to let go.

From the slippery earth, Rita made a final leap back, holding her sister, and in the void of the mountain there was only a monumental cry of fear and despair. And Amara's scream, toward imminent death.

"It's okay, sister." This is where I belong, ”Rita exclaims. This is my blood. This is my life. And you are my family.

Her sisters couldn't believe it. The worst had been expected, and yet Abhir's heart proved loyal.

"We have a responsibility as princesses," he continues. Always protect our Kingdom.

The three sisters then began to descend the great mountain they had climbed, happy and proud of themselves. Satisfied with the union that had been reflected. Or at least, it seemed that way.

Suddenly, while walking on a rocky path, dark and heavy thoughts took over the mind of the youngest daughter. The hatred that she had truly felt was beginning to take over her. On a steep and dangerous descent, Rita lost control: she was acting all this time. Her heart was impure, her intentions superb, and her thought was charged with helplessness.

This decision was the hope that she so badly needed to become herself. So that the true being of it will engender; to be different, to find a way out. And yet she felt that her sisters had ruined his only chance to escape her. She did not feel freedom, as Ceres had promised. She felt trapped, compelled, suffocated.

Rita then, trembling, began to attack her older sister. She was nervous, and not knowing what she was doing to her, she tried to send her into the void. It had been enough for her. They both began to hammock on the edge of the steep path, yelling and hitting each other.

Screaming in confusion, Amara tried to stop them. With a portentous fire spell, Rita shook off the golden princess. She pushed her other sister, but from her forces, she slipped on the wet stones of the place; She fell, hit her forehead and, despite the fact that her sisters tried to hold her, the King's youngest daughter fell into the abyss of Mount Curul, amid the incessant rain, heading towards the final demise of the soul of her; the emptiness of death.

PREMATURE FINAL # 3

Choose the transparent glass (Amara)

The King's Daughter's ears were sweetened. Although her conscience and her heart pointed the way, her ego took dominion and possession of her over her. From the plane of the impulsive and the irrational, she grabbed the transparent glass.

–You are a disgrace Amara! What are you doing? - Ceres exclaimed.

Amara said absolutely nothing. Her mind was full of desires, ambitions, impurities, whims; for these were the dangers that lay within the transparent glass. It was an immodest energy, and by being carried away by it, it flooded the mind of the being with an inordinate, immense greed, and not at all convenient in the heir to a throne.

Ironically, the clear crystal also turned into fire when Amara grabbed it. But this fire was not honest; it was not wise, it was not authentic. This crystal energy reflected what actually lived in her heart, and in this case, it only reflected the stained and uncontrollable greed that existed within her.

Ceres and Amara began to argue, offending each other. As they did so, a new transparent crystal emanated from the pilaster. Rita understood immediately that the succession had been given for her. It was her turn.

She took advantage of the fact that her sisters were distracted, to freely choose her crystal. She approached them, and despite her instincts telling her otherwise, she grabbed the fire crystal; Well, actually, Rita was tremendously disappointed. This was her only chance. This was her way out. The exit of everything that represented the unwanted responsibility, of belonging to royalty. As her older sister had worked it out, it seemed to be a free choice. However, the transparent crystal turned into fire, in the same way. It was a trap, a lie, a show. Another deceptive ritual to manipulate them. There was no way out of the kingdom, there was no chance to choose. They were doomed to be what they were for the rest of their lives.

Rita turned around, and her sisters kept fighting; the incessant rain began to fall on them, and the energy was getting out of control. At first, she tried to separate them, but she ended up getting into the fight, and started attacking both of them.

They fought until they reached the edge of the abyss, and on the cliff of the rocky bottoms, the youngest daughter caused the fall of Ceres between the wretched heights. Amara, trying to grab her sister, was likewise pushed by Abhir, causing me to

The queen fell abruptly to the ground, and when she began to regain consciousness, she already had hers king of hers by her side; trying to lift her up from hopelessness, only to vividly witness the greatest tragedy she had ever seen in her life. 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 she began to regain consciousness, she already had the king of hers on her right side; 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, ARGON was so impressed that the prompt declaration of the heir to her kingdom began to be rumored. And many rumored that Abhir would be the 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 Adheon Army, 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, amid 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