Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER I: DUCHESS OF THE FORESTS (4)

CHAPTER I: DUCHESS OF THE FORESTS (4)  

The company passed by the hanging greens; a natural bridge of wonder. The young woman could see in the distance another group of elves, who seemed to be waiting for them at the end of the bridge. Calmly stood, around white textured tigers, with reddish and violet outlines. Fabulous animals, used as companions for those of the high race.

And in the middle of the hanging path, above them, a gold-plated banner was held; a memorable bow of iron, covered with precious stones, and flags waving from side to side. Dancing with the fall of free leaves, as it marked the official entrance to the royal city, upon the mysticism of waterfalls that gave off his liquid shape in the air of the mountain edge. Leyra reads the banner, and it had the same words she had seen before, 'Ilumniel Elefav'.

The group reach the end of the green bridge, and entered to the round room where the refined elves awaited. An open square, carefully designed. An elevated plaza, with white columns that stood firm amid the glorious wind; and deep in them, giant statues of the temple rested. The dominance, of their great treasure. Their unforgotten past.

“Raise your face, young Leyra,” exclaims the count, “before the arms of Bellidel Plaza; beatific before our steps. It’s a historical place; selected for important council meetings in the past, on the resolution of reforms and orders that helped to simplify the life of the blessed elf."

In the center of the square, an empty fountain was presented; and each time the woman focused on its details, more of them appeared. At the corners of its small columns, were little statues of golden trees, tiger sculptures, and orange leaves that fell like warm puffs for the gaze of autumn. Drawing the perplexity of a moment, which the woman would never forget.

 “The five statues have been prostrated, as the immortality of our ancestors,” exclaims the count. “Inspirations to choose, for what we need in our paths. The Statue of Valeria, represents our roots; the mother of all elves, as she was the founder of Inhorèm, our first nation; when it was still a simple colony. Queen Allanis then, represents the statue of stability, love and progress, since she defended the colony of the high elves, against the dark dragon of exile, and condemned it to wander in the forest of doom, forever. After that, she founded the kingdom, and became the first Queen of Inhorèm. "

"She found it, by herself?" asks Leyra.

“She established with the elves a closed county, for the protection of the new nation,” the man continued, “the writings for the establishment of a kingship emerged, and the first formal fiefdom was born. And although, she was not a native of the kingdom, the elves chose Allanis for her astonishing actions of bravery, and her line was decreed as the royal heritage, for eternity. "

"Then comes the statue of our Queen Eleanor, the central sculpture" continues the man. "The Queen Mother; heir to Allanis, and therefore, rightful princess of the high elves kingdom. She was the second heir to the throne, being the youngest daughter. She commanded the first of the three boats that managed to escape the Fall of Inhorèm, in the days of the cataclysm of the second generation. During the decline of the planet, during the extermination of all races. She survived, along with a small group.”

"The ships reached the Mountains of Infinity." continues the count. “Eleanor then, climb up the mountains, and hid in the south with some elves, until they found themselves in the depths of the outskirts of our region. She spent seven years in the lands of Edoer, until they found the Tree of Cropto. They entered its caverns, passed through the secret tunnels, and found the sacred Door of Ilúmniel, just as we did. They opened the door, and found the foundations of a hidden city, a mythical kingdom. The establishment of hope. The continuity of the single royalty. Thus, Elgoneth fulfilled his promise to the holy princess, and she became instantly, in the Rightful Queen of the great city. A refuge for the hearts among all elves. "

“Eleanor separated us from the world, without disappearing from it,” continued the count, “as she leads a new nation, suspended between the depths of the mountain. She then, continued the royal lineage, and her generations spread through Zaragad. Thus, the nation was divided in two. The kingdom raised a humble fortress in Edoer, and a civilization here in Zaragad, the great city. You're lucky, these waterfalls don't usually shine like this when I tell this story. "

“The other two statues you see on your right, are from Queen Eleanor's brothers: Prince Elenfev, and Princess Helena. They survived too, although, Princess Helena's ship reached the shores of the West, on the continent of Nemesia. There, she consolidated herself as the royal queen, and today, her kingdom has become one of the biggest realms. Although, not very close to ours."

"What happened to Prince Elenfev?" asks Leyra.

"He climbed to these valleys, along with Eleanor," explained the count. “He helped the queen settle down in Edoer, but he decided to cross north, with some hunting elves. From there, they were never heard again; although prophets allege in the Toran, that they saw his body on a raft with his royal sword, upon the currents of a calm river. As it’s traditionally done, to honor the death of the kings from our culture."

A set of floating leaves swayed over the blessed airs of the land; the company moved away from the sacred plaza, towards a path that led to crystalline waters turning into steam above the air. The waterfalls catalyzed the appearance of the thousands of images that ran through the woman's imagination, in rapid sequences; as it tried to illustrate the stories the earl just had told her

 The man led the group to the entrances of a high waterway, beyond the curtains of the squares and towers. A floating river, which mitigated the forces from the might of the god of creation; of the alliances of the future, of the walking upon the miraculous arches.

"Leyra, go with the Sion Sisters*," exclaims the senior count. “I will go ahead; these canoes support groups of three companions."

The women of the sacred practice, guided Leyra to one of the rafts. They mounted on it, and when they continued, Leyra felt a tickle in her stomach; she floated in the heights of invisible waters. She felt she was sailing in the air. And before the continuous rowing of the tenuous and delicate water, the woman witnessed a sea between the apical wind. A navigation, between nothingness.

"Where are we heading?" asks Leyra, to one of the sisters.

"We are addressing the great council of the city, my lady," exclaims Sister Padnea.

"Is it a special occasion?" exclaims Leyra.

“So it seems,” replies Sister Yenary, “ma'am, it is your presence whom inspires the councilors meeting. It is a blessing, for the daughter of heaven has arrived here. "

Crossing the river, the women foresaw a sacred levitation. A complicity of birds, singing around the myth, as a secrecy of a standing star. A mountain range that descends from the clear distance, illuminating the days of those mortals who still believe in peace; in that harmony, which purifies us and elevates our being, like the blossom of each morning. As gratitude whom wisely chooses to become an essential foundation in our lives, displaying miracles everywhere.  As it exhibits energies that connect us all, through this lost tale. Through the elegance of this goddess. The goddess, of love; proclaimed in its royal state of reverence. The most beautiful portrait, ingrained at the back of the mountain, as a giant memorial. An iconic figure of a woman, suspended above the marvelous river. The largest sculpture, the young woman had ever seen.