Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER II: NOSTALGIA FOR THE NIGHT (4)

CHAPTER II: NOSTALGIA FOR THE NIGHT (4)

Leyra started the lead to the order, as she guides them towards the nearest shelter; the wooden safe house had blown into millions of lying pieces. The fire raged between the tragic lands. Roars of shadows roamed the safest paths. Dozens of dark behemoths, falling from the nest of devil and shades; as they knelt the elves to their rule. Around their wrath. But the Duchess of the Woods defended her people, as she learned she could´ve always do. She managed to distract and throw some dates of light, amidst the illusory skin of dryness; inside the protruding ribs of the beasts of the shadow.

Afterwards, she moved towards escape with the children, and the desperate mothers, until the darkness of the night showed the nearest new shelter.

"Are we all here?" asks Leyra, "Margot, Tredery, Cris, an–wait, where is Tilcia?"

"Help! My lady! Help me!” exclaims a desperate woman, “Please! My son, my lady! He was taken away by the beasts!"

"Why do you stayed behind, woman?!" responds Leyra. "Where is he?!”

     The Demian had the little five-year-old boy by one of his stringer; dancing around the widest heights. Leyra order the group, and left the scene, for in the image of the skies the creature could be seen flying with the youngling; held unconscious between in the right leg of the beast. He went with Margaredt, her best friend, towards the heart of the battle; between the corridor of the burning huts. The bringing wood claimed before their path, and the idea seemed tightly bad. Leyra had warned her friend not to go, but the woman followed, since this child was her sister's son.

    Within the battle, among the stone and flame lines, confusion and chaos spoke their names in their merciless ways; bodies and faces of elves lying upon the ground, as a dark message that spread over the place. Burning roofs, doors torn away; the women tried to identify, in the depths of the dark sky, the bestial specter that lost in fear with the little boy, among other monster of screams that spread like a plague over the firmament.

Suddenly, supported by the light of the moons, the women recognize the silhouette of the dark dragon flying; hanging the unconscious child from its rotten legs.

" It’s heading to the wall" exclaims Margaredt. “My nie–

"Watch out!"

The woman tripped over a stone, and fell into a ravine under the road. A hole generated by fire and ashes; those that witness the bloodshed form a ruthless battle. It was a giant crater; winged with the body of a detrimental and injured Demian, although, it seemed it as still alive. Fighting between life and death; and over one of its legs, it still held firmly to an elf.

"I have beaten the beast, Margaredt" exclaims the man. "I have defeated the giant enemy."

"What are you doing here?!" the woman answers.

"I could ask you the same thing," exclaims the man. “Aren't you supposed to be at the shelter? It's not safe here for you. "

"They have captured Danilem!" exclaims the woman. "Miss Leyra and I came for him, I fell here; Tilcia has passed out, this is chaos!" exclaims the woman. "Let's get out of here, Leyra must be upstairs looking for me!"

"I can't move," the man exclaims, coughing. “He has broken my ribs. Just like I have done with him."

"Get the heck out of there!" shouts Leyra, from the elevated ground.

Margaredt was trying to get the man off the creature's stringers, when suddenly, the Demian lifts its huge and disfigured face from the ground. Leyra from above, quickly throws a poisoned sword at Margaredt’s hands. The woman catches it, as she simultaneously avoids a blast of black flames that launched at the woman from the shadows’ rumble mouth, she buried the sword in one of the wings of the falling beast, covered with darkness´ mist. The elf then, frees himself from the giant fingers; he approaches to the sword as best he can with his weakened legs, and buries the daze even further, making the beast scream in pain, until its head fell again.

"He hasn’t died yet," says the man, "for he will die at the same time that I do."

"Stop saying those things!" Margaredt exclaims. "Leyra help me!"

But no one answered from above.

"The duchess is gone sister; it’s, okay, you should so too.” exclaims the man. “Our nephew must be saved. "

"Do not say that! Please!" responds Margaredt. "I'm not leaving you here!"

"You must” says the man. “it is not safe for you. If you don't go now, they will find you, you’ll be gone, and I will not allow that. Not on my watch."

"The Main Clarice of this realm cannot fail!" exclaims the woman, teary. "You will break my heart, my brother! You will break this town’s heart! If you leave, this kingdom will know the end!!"

"The kingdom is already meeting the end, Margaredt." the man answers. "The resistance will be left to Gėovan, and the creator's daughter."

Leyra ran among the burning meadows. Among the unceasing darkness; shooting arrows of gold fire, as some creatures fell along. She tried to bring down the creature, with bursts of her hand´s by divine light, but the monster followed erratic ways, as it seemed the beast was provoking her by keeping the child alive; moving all around. She did not mean to stop, because the boy was still delirious between the flights of the devil. The Demian was giving her a personal duel, as they were moving away from the area.

Leyra reach the vicinity of the forest, upon the outskirts of the realm; and suddenly, on her rapid run, meets Gėovan around soldiers.

"What are you doing here?!" Leyra asks.

"What are you doing out here?" responds Gėovan. “You are at battle zone zero! The wall has fallen! The beasts are peaking! Why aren't you with the refugees? "

"It’s Margaredt niece,” Leyra exclaims. "The beasts captured him!"

Gėovan looked up to the skies, and saw the flying beast moving away towards the forest. Both guardians then started to follow the trail of the demian; casting spells of light at the beast, one after the other; insatiable lines of yellowish fire, which the specter managed to hastily avoid. Suddenly, a triangular spell from Leyra attacked the back its thick neck; it began to descend violently, falling with the child in the vicinity of the outskirts of the kingdom.

"Stay here!" exclaims Leyra.

"What are you talking about?” exclaims the man. “I'm with you!"

"No Gėovan," Leyra replies. “Someone must stay to lead the people. Rolem is dying, and the next ranked Clarice is you!

"I can't leave you alone upon this!"

"Gėovan!" shouts Leyra, agitated. "Let me go! I'll be fine, I promise you. Just stay, and lead the defense. I will return with the child; look for Margaredt. "

The woman turned, and hurried into the forest. Her steps began to slow down, when among the darkness of the sinister trees, she heard the horrible breathing of the creature. Her gaze was trying to find it, but couldn't tell within the dark. He clenched her fists, as they lit with blazing fires. Her right hand was covered in red flames, and her left, with blue ones.

The creature’s face then appeared cryptic and abrupt. A giant roar emanated from the trees, shaking the ground enough to tear off some of them in its wake. Leyra look behind its giant shade, as the boy found himself wounded. Leyra had to cross through, and began to challenge the giant creature now unable to fly. An earthly duel, between the beast and the woman.

Leyra evaded the roars of black fires from the freezing beast, among the trees; but suddenly, a dark energy struck her towards her body. She tried to stop the force with her hands, but the small spell of shield exploded in waves of thousands of dimensions. Sending the woman towards a nearby stone; weakening her strongly. The beast uprooted the trees with its merciless scratches, knocking down all living experiences that surrounded them.

Leyra managed to slip away, in the small pathways of the forest; under the immense blows, and began to move away from the creature, in the direction to the boy, who was slowly rising from the ground. He was still alive.

Amid petrifying flames and black roars, the woman reaches finally at the boy, as they begin to descend between the hills of the forest. Fleeing from the beast, until they found a hidden place among the trees of the dark forest. A short moment of silence was presented.

"It is a real demon!" says the crying child. "It will not be defeated!"

"Not with these powers." responds Leyra.

"How do you say, Miss Leyra?"

The boy and the sorceress of life moved a few steps until they were behind an agonized log lying on the ground. The woman takes off her hood, as the child realizes that the woman had a small, shiny, brown-colored bag tied to her back.

"Here," exclaims Leyra. "Put on this hood. It will protect you from the spell."

The sorceress then, takes out of her brown bag a book that sprouted keen yellow lights on all sides, and illuminated rightfully the place. Lexicon of Leyra.

"Is the magic book!" says the child. "I’ve never seen! You never use it!"

"I only use it for special occasions," the woman exclaims, raising her voice. “This will illuminate the entire forest, and its brightness may hurt you. When I give you the signal, you will start running. You must not fall; you must not fail. And by no means, you must not look back. Do you understand?"

The boy nods his head slowly, indicating yes, with watery eyes.

"What's your name?" asks Leyra.

"Danilem"

"Now you must be brave, Danilem." Continues Leyra. "We will through this, together. Remember, I am here with you."

The woman opened the book, and got up from the trunk. Her eyes shone like a lighthouse from the heavenly seas. Her hands were gushing out powerful waves. She began to speak a few words, and from the depths of the roots flowed golden energies; drawn to the book. It was overcharging with energy guts, and getting bigger as a blast of thunder.

“Enmiá, enmiá a incolem; ni estiredt, ¡Ni estiredt la Ůz Demian!”

An orbiting light illuminated the place, moments before moving like a massive wave.

"Now Danilem!” exclaims the woman. “Run!”