Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (2)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (2)       

Meanwhile, in the plains of the rasped north, the young woman of uncertain rivers crossed restlessly. Her mind was light, but her heart was heavy. The singular youth of beauty cornered the divine steps of the renewed songs. Those who embraced the power of their path, a new destination. Although, the regret of her feelings traveled avid and singular, recognizing that the path would not take her where she wanted, but where she should be. She belonged to the breath of the stars.

"Is it here, Ahair?" asks the young woman.

"It's here." the light messenger responds. "The earth awaits fresh and transparent."

The woman stood still, swallowed her bitter and necessary saliva, and gazed at the damp earth prostrating itself before her.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to"

"I want to do it" replies the woman. "I need to put this behind."

"Good, go ahead."

The woman opened her brown bag, and from it, she took out a singular diamond, with a reddish seed inside it. The one chosen of his own free will, in the chambers of the Winter Kingdom, cycles backward. The woman bowed to the ground; he carved a hole in her near presence, slowly buried the blessed crystal. Addressing a few small words, and with a tear of overcoming, the woman buried a hope, in the kiss of oblivion.

He got up quickly, wiped his face, and directed his walk towards the scary jungle grasslands, trying to find a stir, and a new vision.

"I thought you wouldn't." exclaims Athair.

"I believed it too," replies the woman.

"Well then, if it could be known, how did the daughter of life overcome her fears?"

"I have not done it" replies the woman. “I have just ignored them, and made my decision. It is fair for life, and unfair for me, that I continue to believe in an illusion, lost in the arms of the past. He will always remain in my heart, but the path must continue. That is what my father wants to teach me; the best of my days are ahead, and I want to welcome them with peace of mind. With the clarity of my spirit. With the bliss of a renewed love, a distinctive appreciation. This is my way, Athair. This is my new life, and for it, it is necessary to leave behind all traces and roots of my past. I'm ready."

And the woman was ready. Or at least, it seemed that way; although her unbridled steps indicated the opposite to the messenger of the light, while it tried to appease what she had wanted for so many years. The forgetfulness of an alleged whim, the undoing of a love, lost and lost before the blurred eyes of the woman.

Her steps began to enter into the mysticism of a dangerous and indescribable jungle, the afternoon was present, and the giant insects surrounded everywhere. They were treasured during her dress, eaten between her leather boots. The woman had no other option, since this path was the only one available to return her to the known leagues of the inexorable path, the one that would divide in two later on.

"Watch out for the giant basil!" exclaims Athair. "Leyra, seriously, I still don't understand why you chose here."

"Where else did you want me to go, Athair?" the woman answers. "I had no choice."

"You could go back the way you came, see the lakes of the snowy fields."

"You still don't understand that I don't know if I want to go back where I came from?" exclaims the woman.

"What do you mean?" Athair asks. "Won't you go back to Eleanor?"

"What can't you see?" Leyra says. "Nothing is the same. Nothing will be the same. I need to get to the center, and there I will make a decision. I'm not sure if my path involves going back. I've already left my home, Athair; I don't know if the way is to return to it. "

"Well, this field is not the best to cross your doubts" answers Athair. “We are entering the meadows of the Gennuar *. And these plants are always hungry woman! "

"Calm down, everything is under control." responds Leyra.

But in reality, nothing seemed to be. Insects tripled each other. The trees warped with each of his steps, and the living green that had been a friend of the woman all her life now seemed uncertain and frightening. He was on the no-man's land. In the meadows f*******n to men, and all terrestrial ones.

Suddenly, a branch abruptly yanked on the woman's right leg. The divine book flew out, carrying it weakly in her right hand. The woman began to scream in terror, as she realized that a giant plant stalked the extremities of her leather. The plant was round, with an immense shell, and high roots. Its blades were sharp, and although the light from her right hand cut the root, dozens of them grabbed it all over her body. I was trapped, in the nest of despair.

In the midst of a tumult of dozens of plants l**t for the flesh and mind, the woman tried to escape from their traps. A greenish root of the giant plant again held it He heard one of its legs, and began to lift it into the heights, aimed at the creature's gigantic and terrifying mouthpiece. In the air, the woman's brown bag falls from her waist, dropping her last resources on the frightening ground. The woman closed her eyes, trying to analyze her exits from her mind, and not from the disgustingness of the beast that was about to devour her in the currents of her tragic reality. But when the bag was opened among the mysterious lands of the place, the crystalline mirror fragment began to move on its own. And as if he possessed a conscience of his own, he flew directly towards the wound on the woman's left hand; adhering to the blood of Leyra, in the cry of insatiable and inextinguishable pain. The woman increased her screams; I look at the palm of her hand, and it bled with the adhesion of the glass, but this time, the woman perceived a writing inside the mirror; her words emanated a golden effulgence, and the crystal seemed to be fully charged with the mysticism of her power and that of the daughter of life. And when it was ready, the woman was still turned on her head, and when it was released to be devoured, she pointed her left hand at the center of the beast's mouth, and erected words that materialized in the mysticism of a never-ending spell. previously proclaimed:

Velar Veidrodis!