Inhorèm: The Higher Elves

CHAPTER I: THE SECRET MOUNTAIN (9)

CHAPTER I: THE SECRET MOUNTAIN (9)

Battle tone made for fifteen and sixteen year olds in which only a wooden bo and martial arts could be used without magic, having a blindfold that could prevent you from seeing your opponent. It was a tournament that developed attack and defense skills through the senses. The one who managed to remove the bandage from the opponent was the winner of the battle and advanced to the next round, without removing the bandage. This is the tournament where Amara and Rita advance to the final, and they generate the most intense fight ever seen in the tournament, so intense that Leyra had to be called in to interrupt it. For some unknown reason, Amara and Rita did not feel their energies while they were bandaged so they did not know what they were, until they took the wooden bo that both through magic had turned one of the sharp edges (like a kind sword) perform an ascending attack from the bo upwards exactly at the same time they throw their heads back, making both bands cut to the millimeter, and they realize that they are their sisters, when this happens Amara comes to her senses and decides to give up the fight and give the award to Rita, but Rita is not interested in the award. She takes it personally, and attacks Amara with a fire spell. This is pumped, and makes both react allowing themselves to be carried away by a very strong and unstoppable energy field fighting in the forest. Leyra has to be searched and stops the fight.

Wiz's boiler burst in thousands of fragments. The pieces flew out when the girl put her hand away. The Golden King lay on the ground, still. The tremor had stopped, but he couldn't find words to describe what he had seen. Determined, he furiously got up with the intention of facing Argônæth. He was going to force him to stop seeing the girl. He had the fearsome augury that this was a great threat.

However, something harmonious managed to took over his heart. In his wisdom, he understood that he actually was just scared, fearful. He felt a real terror, for the energies and images were uncontrollable even for him, but in his misunderstanding, he knew it was something new, an intense rearrangement, coming from a divine origin. He reconsidered the fact that if this was happening naturally, it was due to the authentic order of all living things. The presence of the unfathomed of the all among them.

Nothing could be done, and nothing should be done about it. More than accepting what it apparently was, it was about accepting what it would be. The worst thing the King could do was to interfere with this. He made the decision not to do anything, and allow things to follow their natural course. After all, he didn't felt this strange interaction was something negative. He could not prove this constituted an evil for the harmony of the planet, but he could not affirm it wasn´t either. He wasn´t certain if this was something entirely positive. For him, these events were a mystery, which he wanted to properly interpret. But he didn't have information; not enough to make a choice. He decided to keep what was seen hidden; for he saw the situation as a puzzle, and before making a final decision, he needed the missing pieces of it.

The springs passed, allowing the sovereignty of the roses to grow and reveal themselves. An effusive youth reigned in the terrestrial race, especially with the harmonic spreading of goods from the prodigious sorceress within the isolated town of Anaís.

In the region, rumors of the birth of a star embodied in a girl were already running. There was a great admiration for Amalia. It was amazing what she was becoming. Leadership, youth, the symbol she represented. She was full of fresh energy, descended from angelic origins. She spent her days perfecting her abilities, which were born from her feelings. Her powers were species of fires; dim flames of intense effulgence that flowed from her hands. These fires were of different colors, and each had unique properties. They were useful for many of the activities that were governed in the town, helping the families of the village.

The fires of yellow color served Amalia to heal deep wounds of the body. Those of green color were her favorites, for it was the power in which she was tuned in with greater harmony; with this essence she built and rearmed organic elements, manipulating nature. Occasionally, she managed to emanate a purple energy, but this was very difficult to manifest, and she still did not understand its nature. And finally, the blue and red fires, which were the most intense ones, and therefore, the least able to be dominated.

Her mother then dedicated herself, to teach her use these flames of life properly; through the channeling of her feelings, so that her daughter managed to correctly orient her emotions. Only then, she will able to lead this energy of the Light towards good purposes.

"Mother, it's time to try the blue one!" the sorceress exclaimed.

“Did you forget what happened the last time?” Adelia replied. “I won't let you cook a single fish with that. For the foolishness? For a girl's whim? I already told you that the uses of those powers are prohibited, understand that.”

“That happened three years ago mother!” said Amalia. “You promised me that when I turned fifteen Rimerians we could use them.”

“And what?”

“Mother, I turned fifteen a long time ago!” said the young woman. “The time has come as you promised!”

“Not so long ago” she responded. “Talk to your father. I will not participate on this.”

From the Gardens, Wiz had not taken his eyes off the sorceress since the incident he witnessed in the boiler. He did not forget the unmanageable energy that formed that night. He considered her a different being, and his instincts told him to watch her steps. He knew she was going to reveal many mysteries. And Argônæth, as usual, kept spying on her and watching her from time to time. His sight was delighted by her, and he lost himself in the beauty of her shiny and beautiful face.

One day, a crystal box appeared in the Temple of Knowledge. Dragons claimed that they had supposedly seen from the lights, a glow that gently descended from the heavens and quickly  that consolidated in matter; spreading its light until the rectangular glass box was formed. Inside the glass cube, there was a book and a scroll. It was prostrated on one of the three sculpted pedestals, used for masterly readings.

On that day, the Golden King was returning from an expedition from the lands beyond the mountains. He arrived at the Hanging Gardens, and only found tremendous stir and uproar. The dragons were outside the temple, waiting. Trying to understand what was happening. The consensus seemed to have been not to approach it, and much less touch the glass. They chose to wait for the Golden King, and for him to decide what to do.

Wėzhreem then, arrived at the place and decided to ask everyone what they saw, but they gave exorbitant explanations. He decided to enter the temple and approach the glass box. Inside the temple, there were some dragons, very few of them. Among them, Bongo and his two children, Dracko and Argônæth. There were three of his seven Supreme Dragons. Seeing that the place was quite safe, Wiz approached with Bongo towards the structure where the box was. The glass reflected all colors outwards, and inwards. Inside of it, a book rested. Thick, brown, with gleaming golden engravings in the corners. In the center, a writing was engraved; It was the designation of the instrument.

It was a ritual that was celebrated intimately when a being of the Argon lineage was thirteen years old. It consisted of moving to the top of Mount Curul, the being had to be accompanied by someone other than his first-born, that is, his parents, and it was the only place in the kingdom where Leyra and Argon were not allowed to enter, since it was a work of the son of Eodin to rectify the decision alone with nature. When it came time for Amara and Rita, they chose Ceres. When they climbed the mountain, the mountain was a bit dark and the light was lost, only the moonlight was concentrated regardless of whether it was night or day in the Kingdom, it was the entrance to a magical dimension happening parallel to the reality of the Kingdom. When they arrived there were two elongated crystals suspended in the air, at the end of the top: one of fire and the other transparent. The decision had to be made from the heart, there was no impediment to choose wrongly. The descendant then, had to make a horizontal cut on his right hand and with his hand full of blue dragon blood, he had to grab his favorite crystal. Amara was first class, without almost thinking I chose the fire one. Then it was Rita's turn, which took a long time to choose, when this happened Ceres got anxious and began to make a serious mistake, itching to press her and began to make comments, out of fear, Rita was about to grab the transparent glass He became impatient and in order not to look for trouble, he decided to change his sentimental approach and grab the fire crystal. It was a very difficult intuitive skill to perform, but Rita managed to hide it incusively properly. Never had any descendant decided to choose the change of his lineage, he dared to hold the transparent crystal so it was not known what would happen if this happened, it is what fills Ceres with fear.

Amara (Egg):

Amara is turned into an egg by nature at the end of the third book. She was the last golden dragon, when Leyra and Argon surrendered their energies Amara was taken away this essence of golden dragon and was delivered to Lucca who was the dragon that survived, the son of eodin tells Leyra and Argon that Amara will remain in this egg Until it's time to open it, he will let you know when Mother Nature makes him feel it. She can beget a human baby or a dragon baby, when the time comes she will know.

Amara is actually the correction of a natural law of nature called the Law of Restitutio, whether it is through Mihalis or Rita in the end Amara will be able to correct this by eliminating this being from the law. This is explained in more detail later and in the Amara character section.

Mihalis:

Mihalis is the first child of Amara and Eros. Amara becomes pregnant with mihalis at the age of 16 (3 years after she and Rita were in Mount Curul). Mihalis is a secondary plot twist of the story, since he shows himself to be one of the most loving and affectionate characters in the saga, appearing in the 4th and 5th books, the first grandson of Argon and Leyra for which he was very loved and taken as a blessing. He grew up in an environment of love and peace, he finishes the fourth book when he is 3 years old. The 5th book happens 10 rimerian years later, so Mihalis at this time is 13 years old. When the sword of voices indicates to Rita that she needs a drop of blood from a virgin descendant of the fire lineage, a crystal of the essence