Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE A: A WINTER'S TALE (2)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE A: A WINTER'S TALE (2)  

The woman entered the impressive palace. Its columns were huge; the main hall was covered with crystals and diamonds, its marble floors, its corners of gold. A wide and detailed lobby, which soothed the long-awaited flame of calm that chased the woman's soul. She needed a break, and finally seemed to have finally found it.

Garellia quickly got him a blanket, boiled vegetables, and a hot chocolate; food so that it could be heated. The woman sat in one of the living rooms, while Garellia seemed to indicate some instructions to some guardians in a language that the woman had never heard.

At the back of the impressive stage, a figure prostrated still in the delicate cabinet of a leather chair. In front of a golden piano, which emancipated the symphony of the most harmonic notes that the woman had ever heard. Although these were sometimes uneven, their sound did not focus on the power of perfection, but on the passion that emerged with each note that was intoned.

"Vecoria, come immediately!" shouts Garellia. "We have a, visitor."

"A visitor?" the figure responds, still touching.

"It is a specialty." Garellia responds

The harmonic sound ended in a singular chord. Almost as if the woman had anticipated the arrival of the woman. She got up from her chair, and slowly began to approach the entrance to the immense lobby.

“This is indeed, a true specialty" exclaims Vecoria. "We don't have visitors very often."

“Ignore him, Leyra,” exclaims Garellia. "We do, but for some reason they run away before even explaining why."

"She asked me to whom is this due?" Vecoria exclaims from a distance, sarcastically.

"Well, by me it is not!"

The woman began to look Leyra up and down. She wore a distinctive outfit. A garment full of very small crystals; placed right on the lower outsides of her dress. Its color was opaque; a yellow that was lost in the mysticism of ancient years. And her walk reflected the might of a goddess, a lordship of glory, the anticipation of a true queen.

"Maria, is it you?"

"Pardon?" ask Leyra.

"Oh my god, it can't be!" exclaims Vecoria. “Garellia you fool! How could you even hesitate on her?! She’s the Riam *! "

"The what?" asks Leyra.

"Oh come on Vecoria, you and your fantasy tales" exclaims Garellia. "That’s a myth."

“A stubborn one! She is the chosen angel! We´ve been waiting for you for years! "

“Speak for yourself, I'm not going to rise your high hopes, Leyra; that's her problem. Too fancy and dreamy. "

"But I mean, what’s that?" asks Leyra.

"You´re the daughter of Elgoneth aren´t you?

"Well, yes." you reply Leyra.

“Believe me darling, we’ve a special spot for you here.

"Vecoria, I warn you, this is a real sorceress." exclaims Garellia. "It’s the third time you’re doing thi–

"Don’t listen to her, I´ll explain you on our way." exclaims Vecoria. Besides, what are we doing here? The fun starts beyond this entrance! Hurry up! Follow me Leyra! "

The queen began to glow with joy; she began to dance and sing, among the polished and beautiful floors of the great temple. She began to lead the way, while Garellia and Leyra followed behind her; around some sturdy securities of the first fortress. It was a unique day.

The woman began to vituperate the huge rooms. It opened the enormous doors, and a singular cold was crossed between the present fronts. A breath of a unique wind. A persistent call to mystery. Leyra witnessed the unfolding of a vast and envisioned fortress. A secondary castle, which was lost in the mist of the heights, but whose energy was contagious with a breath of elegance and power.

It was an ancient figure, which the woman called the blessing of the shaking snow. Of inextinguishable dominance. The group began to descend a few steps, and entered a mystical bridge, the one that connected the two castles. The bridge was wide and sturdy. Covered with marble and fine stones. And elegance took hold of the singular and surprised soul of the daughter of the mountains and the banks.

"Good, Leyra, right?" Vecoria asks.

"Yes, my lady." Leyra says.

“Oh don't be formal with me,” Vecoria replies, “the architect's daughter is my friend. Nothing more, nothing less. You can call me Vicky. "

"Nobody calls you that Vecoria." Garellia exclaims. "Seriously, what did you drink today?"

"Leyra, why don't you tell us where you come from?"

"I come from the south," Leyra exclaims. “From the province of Anaís. I was in the woods for a couple of years, then I came to the southern kingdom of the elves. And the–

"Oh, so you were with Eleanor's heir; our legitimate family."

That's right," Leyra exclaims. “I didn't want to mention anything, but I could make out her features. I had no idea that elves existed in these mountains. "

"Oh, they don't exist." Garellia exclaims. “We are not elves. We are Mägas*. Devgaar's divine race."

"Mägas?" asks Leyra.

"Half elves, half Solarians" exclaims Vecoria. “But let's not go so fast. You're ruining all of Garellia! In fact, why are you still here? Why don't you go home! "

"You're right," Garellia exclaims. “When you finish with that deluded, you tell me Leyra. And I can show you the best of this kingdom. "

"Yes yes, just go" exclaims Vecoria.

Vecoria and Leyra continued on their way, this time without guardians. They continued on their way to the second fortress, the one that still impacted the young woman's eyes.

"You are sisters, aren´t you?"

"Not only that, we are the queens of this empire" exclaims Vecoria. “It is difficult to handle, but it has worked quite well. The First and Second Sacred are still standing, and increasingly fortified. I can't fault it. But it is irritating with the visits.”

The women continued walking across the elevated bridge. Leyra could make out in the distance a majestic entrance, and a set of precious gems anchoring the impressive culture of the locals.

“Do you know what day it is today?" Vecoria asks.

"To be honest I have no idea." exclaims Leyra.

"It is the first day of the Leorian." Vecoria responds. "Summer already lies on the earth, but here the fluorescent rose is never present, for this is the kingdom of winter, my dear friend."

"When did you leave the south?"

"On the seventeenth day, of Ínfíni" answers Leyra.

"You come from the last rimero" answers Vecoria. "That is, you have been ten cycles on the mountain my dear friend. What is the reason for such a feat? Not everyone visits these parts, and those who dare to do so usually have a great purpose. "

"I'm looking for the myth, on top of Fëhler." Leyra exclaims.

"Why?" asks Vecoria.

"Well, because that is where my father indicated." Responds Leyra.

"That was not what I asked, friend." Vecoria exclaims. “The wills of the creator are sometimes alien to ours. Why do you want to get to the top of the mountain? "

"I think, I want to find where I belong." Leyra exclaims. “And only by following my father's will, I know I will come to it. Even if that means facing the invincible. "

“It is brave of you. But you cannot pretend to defeat the friendly mountain, because the mountain will never allow you to defeat it. Your father has brought you here for some great reason, and I think it is to reconnect with peace and calm. So that you once again know patience, and the value of the higher life. The value of the incarnate truth. Behold, the Great Kingdom of Lívithur! "

Suddenly, Vecoria emanated from her hands a power of luminous color that embraced the surroundings of the place; the lights emanated a sound, which ran through like beautiful harmonious voices. A unique music, which elevated the tastes of women; without realizing it, they had reached the end of the road. The impressive bridge was lost along the route, when arriving over a large and frozen river. The second fortress was impressive, it was the largest and the oldest. Its structures were made of a singular diamond. The sleek and elongated structures were eagerly lost among the heights. As the homeless walked the long, remote alleys. A circular hourglass, lost in the mysticism of the night. This turned slowly, and indicated the proximity of the sun, and the arrival of night; for at the top of this mountain, the sunlight was almost indistinguishable.

“Life is made up of extraordinary elements.” exclaims Vecoria. “We enhance this beautiful gifts, when they were sloping downwards; falling like blessed waterfalls from the coldest firmament, and then, we created this unthinkable dream. Dark, twisted, for some. Fresh, liberating, for others. A crafted realm of winter´s pride, designed to aisle the powerful secrets of the f*******n magic. That’s why we escape, Leyra. That´s why destiny, found me and my sister. That´s why we built this f*******n voice, far and wide, for we believed in our vision; ironic, since later on, even your father admired, and he revert us from rebellious expelled, into sacred guardians, of the highest peak form the Infinity Mountains. Therefore, I ask you, why would let yourself choose your fate, when you could let the stars decide where you belong?”

"I think, I yet haven't found my own stars."  replies Leyra.

"Oh, my friend, you will." says Vecoria. "Believe me, you will."

Leyra stood perplexed; anointed, without knowing what to say next, for a clear doubt resonated in her mind in something the winter queen had explained before.

"My lady, can I ask, where did you escape?" asks Leyra.

"Well, since it’s more likely you’ll become a part of us, I guess you need to know further of the origin of our love." exclaims Vecoria. “A long time ago, my sister and me, where chosen ones; from a far distant place. Not just any other chosen ones, but the two princesses of the most giant kingdom of earthlings from this earth. The eastern kingdom, of the great elves. "

"Are you saying, you were heirs of Queen Helen?"

“We weren´t. We still are, indeed. " You answer Vecoria. The Great Realm of Devgaar; born from the magical queen, and the ancestral sorcerer. Thousands of years ago. They were too, survivors from the great tragedy of the second age. And since Queen Helen was a princess of the Falling Inhorem, Elgoneth blessed her with her new kingship. She was sister of Eleanor, as you may already know; the legendary builder of the kingdom you came from. "

"That’s fascinating; although, I cannot say the southern elves talk enough about the eastern realm. " exclaims Leyra. "In fact, I think–

"They hated it?"

"Well, yes." says Leyra. "Why’s that for?

"They're opposite kingdoms." you answer Vicky. “But I don't blame the Eleanor’s Elves. They were right. "

"How is that so?" asks Leyra.

"My father was the king by right, when Garellia and me where there." exclaims Vicky. “He had everything in his power of the east. So powerful, so rich, he didn’t care about any other realm. Every prairie, every mountain, every river. I have owned the entire continent, upheaval to disaster. All this duties, all these liabilities. All these quest; these rituals. I couldn't handle it; my sister couldn't handle it. We fight all the tie for it. So one day, we convinced our father to go to the center of the kingdom, for an expedition. They were a conduit of underground mines that led between channels to thousands of inactive volcanoes, and we decided to cross through them. Entering the center of the earth to never return.

“But if they had everything, why choose exile, my lady?

"Because having everything is the same as having nothing, if there is no correct vision." Vicky exclaims. “Our purpose was in the afterlife, in the new world, in the new age. We had explored the secret tunnels for five Rimerians, they gave and gave, led and led. Thousands of tunnels, hundreds of labyrinths; and we went through all of them, for one hundred and thirty days Leyra. Our garments were ripping, our stomachs deteriorated, our thirst was quenched. The internal crystals cut our claws, and why explain to you, the amount of creatures and secrets that we found there. But my sister and I were determined. We knew we were going to succeed; we knew we were going to emerge. We knew that some of the tunnels would lead to the other side of the planet, I am sure, that we passed through the deepest crust of this planet, and after dozens of days in drought, dozens of days between crossroads, after dozens of days of only See the glow of our illuminated hands, without heat, without hope, we find the light. Or rather, we found the water. "

"Water?" Leyra asks.

"The water of a small, very small lake." Vecoria responds. “On top of a mountain, and when my sister and I came out, we were at the top of this planet, we were in the north. We were here in Fëhler. The city above the skies, as our sovereignty suspended between the upper lines of the brightness from sacred horizons.  Between the heights of these gelid mountains; heiress of her frozen heart. Fëhler is only a part of us, for we are eternally ingrained to it. This kingdom will never fail to see the winter, for it is upon this core, where our people will always ponder the celebrity of our singular empire, as they all sing the providence of our nation’s sacred anthem. With the holy depiction of our brotherhood. Within the angelical talents of our frozen rivers. From the marvelous fountains of serenity and pride, and blissful waters of fullness and relieve. Mitigating the sanctified breeze. Welcome my friend, to the kingdom where the petals never bloom as you would like to, but as they always should.”