Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER III: ROYAL TEMPLE (5)

CHAPTER III: ROYAL TEMPLE (5)      

The green goblin led Erin to the horizon of the earth; circling endless of times around it. Faster than light and space itself could understand. Both revolved around the Infinity Planet, in incalculable rotations that the woman could not contain, since the dimensions of the fragment and the matter were condensed into one, until the soul of the woman felt a frenzied and radical halt, over the descending hills of a group of people. A small nation.

"Welcome to the future Town of Mevendil." exclaims the green goblin. “As you can see, it is a humble place. A common town, with common people. It has nothing extraordinary, except for one man, Pamelio. He is considered the leader of the people, after the catastrophe announced to all of them."

"What happened to them?" Erin asks.

“These people would be, the survivors of the fall from one of the most powerful kingdoms among the great valleys. The ancestors of Pamelio and the town, managed to get out of this tragedy. And as they reached this land, they established a small and unnoticed nation, which little by little, recovers the purity between their days, through love from their crops. Through the harmony of friendship, and companionship."

“Pamelio is the best prophet of love among the people. He spreads enough harmonious deeds, that his people connects with the great currents of nature. So much, that they will begin to captivate the attention of Elgoneth's eyes, and clean the name of their past. For this descendants, promptly regained the honor and trust once lost by this god."

“And to try to mend the ties of the people, with those of the gods, Elgoneth decides to assign a unique duty to Pamelio. He appears to him, on the fifth day of the Serodite Cycle, and propose a mission to him. An arduous task, but that, if completed, it would bring prosperity and good harvests throughout the eternity of this nation, and they would at last receive Elgoneth's forgiveness, and his blessing to the extension of all times."

"What’s the mission?" asks Erin.

The green goblin then, turned the cloud around, and sped towards one of the highest mountains in the nation, The Frozen Mountain of the North.

"Are these the upper sides of Fëhler?"

"That's right," replies the goblin. “This is where Pamelio was sent. Elgoneth feared for the extinction of one of his favorite creatures, the great Northern Bison. These had gone through a critical plague, decreasing their population down to ten of these creatures. The father of these creatures, had been one of the best friends of the creator, during the first generation of the planet; so Elgoneth promised not to allow them to perish. These last members, will prevail in these icy mountains, and without proper migration to warmer lands, their line would finish forever."

“This is where the leader of the nation comes in, as Pamelio was commissioned along with a group of natives to climb the invincible mountain, find the great group of Bisons, help them descend the great mountain, and adopt them in the town of Mevendil. Elgoneth's intentions would be that they shall stay there, and continue their heritage, for the rest of their generations. "

"Wait, what is that sound?" asks Erin.

“As you hear, the group managed to find the Bison thanks to the echo of the unique howl of their father, the Great Bedfal Bison; he called, thanks to the inspiration from the creator itslef. After long nights, they found the little shelter were they hid; tied them together in a row with a rope. One after another, from the eldest behind, to the youngest in front. And then, they secured the extensions of their ropes, to the ten companions’ waist, so that each one was winged along one of the great creatures, guaranteeing a union between the group and the beasts, throughout the aggressive lands of the mountain. "

“On the twenty-seventh day of the return from the expedition, the group will cross a steep and rugged hill; they are upwind, their footsteps growing heavier, and their vision lost the north because of the atrocious roar from an approaching snowstorm. Suddenly, Bedfal took a wrong footfall, and since he was the last on the rope line, his immeasurable weight caused the company and the bisons to slip, as they began to roll abruptly downside the cold and snow-strewn hills; heading towards a steep cliff. "

“As they were all attached to their ropes, the entire group fell, approaching the imminent end. A small avalanche formed, making the situation worse for the group. Desperate, Pamelio tries to hold onto one of the snow-filled mounds to no avail, as he watched all his companions and bisons fall before his eyes. As they all approaches to the great cliff, the first men of the line managed to anchor their weapons in the icy terrain; holding the weight of the company as they could. But at the end of its line, the Great Bedfal hung between the heights of the great mountain, facing the pause of a clear death, while Pamelio held forward, between the edges of the cliff. "

"I don't want to see," exclaims Erin.

“The weight of the Last Bison drags the group further to the fall, and the anchors of the weapons would not hold much longer. Pamelio then, was forced to make a decision: cut the rope and let the Bison die, or do nothing and allow the weight of it to drag the entire company to certain death."

“He doesn’t have much time, and with tears in his eyes, Pamelio cut the rope that followed before him, allowing Bedfal to fall abruptly between the emptiness of the mountain. The weight was balanced, the group began to lift the other bisons, and the company managed to survive, but at the price of death of the father of the creatures."

"Afterwrds, the group reaches Mevendil; Pamelio rests, and congratulates them. But that same night, the tragedy would flood the town's meadows" continued Vianor. “Elgoneth's fury would made known, at the invasion of the powerful Nakluech*. The Divine Wolves attacked, without mercy, without shame, and the entire town paid with the spilled blood of hundreds of innocents. "

"Why?" asks Erin.

"Because the prophet's decision would be considered a blasphemy." Vianor explains. “Which brings me to the next question, what is considered blasphemy to this god? When his wishes aren’t fulfilled? When life makes it impossible to forget the harshness of its reality? What was the prophet supposed to do? Is this deity an uncontrolled wrath? "

“The entire town fell, and the divine creatures that once perjured by blood to protect the earthlings, would be seen taking the lives of hundreds of families; of thousands of innocent people, by the intendancy of a creator. You see, this doesn't just happen with dragons. This happens with anyone who goes outside the preferences of this so-called protective mind of your planet. The night witnessed the extermination of the nation. The fall of dozens of homes; the fear of the innocent, as they would be considered people condemned to impurity, and bad luck. And all of them suffered the end, except for a single child, who was saved by chance, by a southern meadow elf."

The goblin then, agitated, moved the cloud, and directed it towards southern fields, in a fast and accelerated way; so fast, that it made time fractured again, as return towards the divine currents of the present. And from one moment to another, they appeared again in the greenish meadow where the dragon's body was found.

"He is just a devious, manipulative liar." Vianor exclaims. “Elgoneth is a child with an unlimited regime. He finds for perfection, and passion in his vision. And cannot accept that life is unpredictable; and sometimes, we just have to learn how to flow with it, and not be too rigid or resistant to or will.”

“This is so weird, was he always been like this?” exclaims Hera. “Because I´ve heard thousands of stories about his divine plans and creations of goodness.”

"If you want a quick answer, he wasn’t" exclaims the goblin. “Something really broke in his mind, around the tragic times of the second generation. I believe it all started, after the fall of the God of Air from the Golden Assembly, and his banishment from the high congregation, due to his Death in Zed *.”

"His death in Zed?"

"It’s the terrestrial death that occurs before having paid a debt, that carries the soul" exclaims the green goblin. “Usually because of a curse on his life. It's a grayish story, and you don't have any more time with me. Dusk is already falling. You must leave soon. Just keep training hard, and be careful with the opinions you get. I’ll come to you later."

The goblin began to generate a strange movement with his hands along the wind, while golden essences gushed out from the dragon's body; absorbing the spirit of the woman. The dragon then, rose from her deep sleep, regaining consciousness of time after her spiritual journey.

"Vianor wait," Hera exclaims. "What do you mean with this?"

"Don't believe everything Wėzhreem tells you; don't believe everything your kingdom whispers," exclaims Vianor. “Their ears are sweetened to believe in convenience, and to follow meticulously crafted ideals of some preferences. They are not wrong, but they shall not to be trusted either. Your way home, does not have to be the same; for you have a choice. You can be different, and only when you decide to be, you’ll deserve to be free. And I only warn you, as I have warned you many times: your path is not destined for this. You must not be locked up here, to fulfill any regime of diplomacy and so called rules, when their owners are the first ones to break them.”

"Keep your eyes open, Hera" continues the green goblin. "These could be your flowers; these could be your years."

The green goblin then, began to ascend slowly into the vicinity of the near sky; into the arms of the of charming wind, as they caressed the benevolent trees, before the witness of a set of thousands shining rays that intercepted the faces of the mythical creatures.

"Vianor, before you go," exclaims Hera. "What is the name of the child who survives the tragedy?"

"Eros." responds the goblin. "That will be, his name."