CHAPTER I: DUCHESS OF THE FORESTS (7)
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CHAPTER I: DUCHESS OF THE FORESTS (7)
The man then, left towards a distant room to put on his dress; a young boy, and a young girl approached to Leyra, and led her to a nearby dressing room. They immediately connected with the woman, and they told her some short stories and fables of the kingdom, while they passed her some clothes and dresses.
"And so, the Southern Elf defeated the beast with the seven giant legs, before the fervor of her people!" exclaims the boy. "At the gates of our great wall!"
"Boy, are you passionate about this," exclaims Leyra. “So that´s how also call Eleanor? The Southern Elf?”
"That's right, my lady" replies the girl. "Madam Eleanor, the eternal queen."
"I may say, I didn’t quite believe a story they told about her,” exclaims Leyra. “It was from Count Veredic’s words.”
“What was the story, my lady?” asks the girl.
“It was about my father, talking about her forthcoming, and the forgiveness of a kingdom.” says Leyra. “It seemed a little, convenient.”
“Well, my lady, you should know more than anyone that the father speaks in miracles!” responds the boy.
“Indeed, he does,” responds Leyra. “But still, I’m not really sure; I think the council didn’t want to start war, which was the right move. But judging by the story, that’s not really how my father would talk. Besides, I believe it’s a privilege for you, that she even existed! You should already feel honored! Why is everyone so concerned about her return?"
"Because she promised it, my lady,” responds the girl, “just before she died. She was with us for twelve hundred years, until the day of her death, in the divine boat of sirouel*, thousands of centuries ago. And if you ask me, I´m sure one day she will return, for it is also written in the Töran, the ancient book of our town. It narrates her resurrection, as the wife of the king of all elves, to face and destroy the most sinister shadow; the dark arrival of chaos."
"A chaos, you say?" exclaims Leyra.
"An imminent threat," continues the young boy. “A latent shade, belonging from the past. Manifested in the future; bringing anguish to the present. It is said that we are heading to our final days. A battle is coming, where a newborn will emerge from the corners of grief. An offspring of dejection, the prince of evil, whom will destroy the peace of this world, and will be irrepressible. Not even the elves from the east will be able to conquer this; despair will reign, and evil will occupy the great throne. And it will be in this precise moment, according to the Töran, where the light will reincarnate in a new being. For only the revival will overthrow the name of devil, and return it to the backbone of flames. And within this being, the spirit of the unique queen will be embodied; the Eleanor's lightning. The father has already mentioned it; she will not reside with the crown, for her kingship, will not rest over her head, but inside her heart."
"Well, as I told the elder councilor, that sounds really beautiful." exclaims Leyra.
"She’ll come to guide us, to elevate us." the girl continues. “She will fight and win, like a beautiful flower in the winter. Like a divine mysticism. Like the precious woman that she’d be. And some believe, that the moment has finally come. It has been said these days, that she is at last, here with us. That she has found us. "
"Is that so?" asks Leyra. “I didn't hear that in Edoer, it must be a great privilege for this being! Who do you think it is?”
"Well, you, my lady" says the girl.
"Me?!" exclaims Leyra hastily. “No, no, Midahlia, that’s impossible! I am nowhere near the purity with which you speak of your queen."
"But then, why destiny bring you here?" asked the girl. “It is said in Edoer, that you were born between magical springs, how could you be born that way? Don't you realize you’re a living miracle? Don't you realize you shouldn't keep trying to find your path, when your path has found you?"
"I'm not looking for my path; I'm fighting to stay on it." exclaims Leyra. “I am here, because I simply follow what my heart tells me, because I have long journeys to travel, and because my father is preparing me for a stronger duty.”
"I've made some mistakes in the past, guys," exclaims the woman. “And don't get me wrong, I have fallen in love with this city! And I am willing to commit myself to it. But I am not what everyone thinks I am; besides, I don't think I'm destined to stay here forever. It’s just a process, from which I want to take as a growing experience, with such lovely people! But I must not assume such heights of responsibility, for I’ll break your hearts, and follow a deception. I´m sorry guys."
"But my lad–
A sudden hiss interrupts the conversation. The group could hear the resonance of fine soles; stomping with the marbles of the temple. The Major Count, was ready for the improvised, and charming assumption of the new seneschal.
"This is how you dress someone in their day?!” shouts Yeradoc to the young. “What on earth you were you thinking of? A swan?!"
“Master, we coul–
“Get out of here! We do not have more time!" exclaims the man.
"Sir, they really helped me; don't be like that with them." exclaims the woman. “Also, I don't think it looks that bad.”
"Yes, yes, just put this garment around your neck," exclaims Yeradoc. “It will help you a bit. In a few moments, we will open the doors again."
"Sir, I must say, this has been the room that I’ve loved the most." exclaims Leyra. "I´m fascinated by its view, it’s colorful columns, its beautiful structures."
"Is that so?" asks Yeradoc, smiling.
"They reveal inspiration, and tempt into adventure," exclaims the woman. "Although, I found the presence of some apparent corridors between the corners, sort of, misplaced. They look really strange. Do you know where these corridors lead to?"
"Boy you are a meticulous and questioning woman!" exclaims Yeradoc. “I shouldn't tell you this, but why not? You´re one of us now, aren´t you? Besides, you´re very nice, considering the responsibility that falls under your shoulders."
"These corridors are early excavations for Edoer," continues the man, "we are starting some routes for escape; hidden roads, but it may take us a couple of years."
“Escape from what, sir? This is the safest place I have ever known. " exclaims the woman.
"An escape for, you know, unforeseen evils" exclaims the man. “These are uncertain times. We must be prepared for emergencies; urgings from chaos. The dry land haunts us rough and dread. We must have the ability to mobilize, and the council is too afar. For although, the Queen has founded it here, we considering that our front should be in Edoer. We don't want to run away from battle. If we must face the enemy, we will do so. But we will do it here, on our land. When it comes for us."
"Furthermore, the rumor of a relic, once believed to be destroyed, has resurfaced in the caverns of Edoer." exclaims Yeradoc. “The most sought item, the most powerful objet; used by Madam Eleanor, according to the holy script. Between the roads of her early days as queen. Before all the ancestral meadows, and before the insults of the deceitful banks from the Infinity Mountains. A myth, a treasure, never found in the stories of the elves, but searched through all their generations."
Leyra remained silent, delirious at the view that glimpsed through the glass windows, the great seas, the passing of precious clouds; lost in the symphony that the moment of pride offered to them.
"Aren't you going to ask, what this object is?" asks Count Yeradoc.
"Actually, I'm fine with not knowing sir." responds Leyra. "The story seems complete to me, just as you have told me."
"What a nice gesture from yours, but it's not," says Yeradoc. "And so it will remain, unfinished. Until the return of our savior."
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