Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER III: ROYAL TEMPLE (4)

CHAPTER III: ROYAL TEMPLE (4)    

The dragons quickly captured the giant, hidden creatures. Temodt had several of them, for from the group of brothers, he instinctively had best hunter soul. The four dragons prevailed for a while longer, among the drains of the waters that crossed by; upon the mystical place. Until they encountered the first clear lights of noon. Dracko then, prepared their departure.

Hera had been in a strange state around this time. Her mind did not find calmness, for the intimate ideas about her future seemed to play more against her, than in her favor. Something did not allow her to reconcile with the voice of her mind, and her doubts had not been resolved in the conversation she previously had with her uncle; these had actually increased afterwards. And just before leaving the greens, she felt a strong and heavy energy, within her consciousness; as it attracted the chain of all her thoughts. A force that asked for her presence, and her spirit.

"Well, that was enough," exclaims Dracko. “We must go now. We have enough on hand for Wėzhreem. Temodt, for today! "

"I'm going uncle!" responds Temodt.

"Hera, do you listen to me? What's wrong?" asks Dracko.

"Yes sister, what happens?" continued Ren. "You've been quiet all morning."

"Sorry, I'm just a little distracted," exclaims Hera.

"Well, cease the distractions," exclaims Dracko. "If we don't return to the gardens with those owls soon, we are all going to be in a mess with the teacher."

"Actually, I was thinking if you could get ahead." says Hera. "I would like to stay a little longer here, for I would like to train and vent this fire a little."

"Sister, what are you talking about?" Ren responds. "We have a whole arena for us to train!"

"It's not the same" exclaims Hera.

"Actually, it isn't," says Dracko. "I understand; you need some time alone."

"That's right, uncle" exclaims Hera.

"Do you remember the way back?" asks Dracko.

"I was able to memorize it quite well."

“Well then, you can stay. I’ll explain to Wėzhreem. " Dracko exclaims. “You are old enough to take care of yourself. Just don't stay until the curtains of the night cover the place. I don't know what secrets these meadows hide below."

"But sir, she isn't-

"Silence, nefarious! Grab the disgusting ermuals*, and let's get out of here!" shouts Dracko. "Temodt I won't wait for you anymore!"

"I'm rising uncle!"

The dragons rose swiftly in Hera's presence, took flight southbound, and swiftly addressed the cold gaze of the earthly horizon. It was a strange day for her, for although in the morning she had been fascinated by the nature of her kingdom, the exposed truth of its rector’s secrets seemed to consume a sadness inside her; it had been a lot for her to comprehend. She knew that her uncle was not lying, and her strong statements treasured a doubt before Wėzhreem, and around the creators’ will, for this creator did not seem to be what she had been sold. She loved her parents, she couldn't deny it. And the story of their true origin, against Elgoneth’s rules, remained incomplete; leaving her with more pieces to find.

She began to walk through the greenish mounds of the valley. Upon this place, winter was just taking its first steps. The creatures were already preparing for the great season, and the autumn solstice fell briefly around their corners. It was the last days where these meadows would witness the leaves renewing themselves, around their beautiful falls from the erratic trees; before the imminent arrival of a new rimmer*.

Suddenly, in the middle of her walk, she began to feel a presence wandering through the nearby bushes. Moving from side to side. Trying to get her attention. Its energy was from those realms of distraction: fast and confusing. The dragon followed the tracks in the wide meadow, full of mounds and small bushes that diverted her gaze. The creature's high-pitched voice penetrated into the corners of the dragon's mind, and the dragon knew immediately that it was a critter from the magical realm. She was looking around, until she traps the creature in some bushes, looping her sturdy arms around, and forcing it to remain still.

"What the hell are you?!" shouts Hera "Why are you following me ?!"

"Let me go!" exclaims the creature. "Is this how you treat your lucky angel?!"

Hera released the creature, and shook the leaves that made impossible for her to see it clearly. And in the rays of the effulgence, she saw a little man, with a greenish hat; a black belt, brown-colored boots, a long orange beard, and small wings sprouting from his back.

"Vianor?" asks Hera.

"How many times should I tell you that I have to catch bodies to talk to you?" exclaims the little being. "You are too aggressive!"

"I’m sorry, you were very strange!” exclaims Hera. “You enter my mind and I start to see weird things around me. What do you want me to do?"

"To rust!" responds the being. “You believe that any being can live in the consciousness of a Raen?! Only your guardian angel can do that! What are you laughing about?!"

"I just have no idea what you are now" exclaims Hera. “Cycles ago, you appeared as a black sheep. A few days, as the funniest reptile I’ve ever seen. And now you're a– what are you?"

“A lucky goblin! I had to catch him, for god sake!” exclaims the little being. "It’s just that my wings can't be hidden, and that's the only reason why I look ridiculous!"

"As you say, my faithful friend." the dragon responds. "Why don't you show up in your genuine form and that's it?"

"Trust me, you don't want to see that." exclaims the green goblin. "I have already told you that."

"Now, why did I have the feeling that you would show up today?" exclaims Hera. "You always come to me on days like these, when everything’s so strange, and you have something important to say to me."

"That's right, and today is no exception for that," exclaims the green goblin, "I just can’t ignore what Dracko has told you, for the beings of your realm irritate me like no other."

"You mean what he told me about my father?"

"I meant what he told you about Elgoneth," exclaims the green goblin. "That bastard surely knows how to manipulate his creatures to spread the voice that suits best for him! Oh, but he’s not that talkative the destruction of Grámduel? He doesn’t talk about the fall of Goddess Marlina, does he? He does not speak of Mevendil, nor of his atrocious intervention, does he?! Liar!"

"Vianor, I don't think we should be talking so loud about this."

"Why not?" exclaims Vianor exclaims. "You think I’m afraid of him? I have told you a thousand times, the god of this planet does not deserve respect."

"Vianor seriously, I don't think we should talk about that" exclaims Hera. “I don't think it's as bad as you say. I mean, I'm not completely devoted for him, but I don't think he's as bad as you think. Just look around! He does his best, and it's been a beauty so far, isn’t it? "

"So you don't believe me then?" exclaims the goblin. “It´s okay.  I didn't want to do this, but you don't give me no other choice. You will have to see it with your own eyes, because your ears seem to have been manipulated too."

"Wait, what are you doing?" shouts Hera. "Stop! Stop by fa–

The dragon's body fell quickly, after a cold gaze that the goblin gave towards the legendary creature. And from the dragon's frames, a beautiful spirit gushed forth. A figure of a delicate woman, with features of the purest golden traits, and a ravishing face; the most beautiful essence the planet had ever known.

"What have you done with my body?"

“It’s just asleep. Relax, Erin. " exclaims the green goblin. "I need your spirit, so that you can grasp the vision that I am about to show you."

The goblin then, made a little hiss, and a phosphorescent green cloud descended towards them. The goblin climbed into it promptly; showing itself to a planned flight, a lost illustration, an image of clairvoyance, so he could illuminate with honesty, the spirit of the beautiful woman.

"Follow me to the future, preciousness of light," says the green goblin. "I will take you out the domains of this planet’s time, for only then you will know the truth of the intentions from this  alleged creator."