Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE A: A WINTER'S TALE (8)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE A: A WINTER'S TALE (8)  

Even so, everyone was worried, and wanted their doubts to be clarified. Kramian had become the bearer of information and the general messenger of the Golden King. Which, for some reason, had spent decades isolated.

He was always in his shelter, on the strange abode on top of the Mount Geneza; the upper floating island and the highest point of the suspended kingdom. Bongo was privileged enough to go there, sometimes. In fact, he had a close friendship with the golden creator.

Wiz stopped being participatory as before, for he was more and more flooded with wisdom.  He spent his days conversing with nature itself. His people no longer saw him, but everyone respected him. Everyone loved him, for he still was the creator of them all.

He was the founder of all their homes. And in the written relics of the dragons, the Golden King was the apotheosis embodied as a true legend. Everybody talked about him, and people spread the mythical stories of how he had overthrown the six-headed monstrosity of Nénufar. Narratives of that day when the empire was born; from the icy lands of the high mountains. From when he emerged with his own kingdom, in front of the world, to place it magically among the clouds. Turning the miraculous peaks into a floating nation, until arriving, to the beautiful suspended city that The Garden became, above the sapphire skies.

 “How is he?! The shelter has charms everywhere right? Tell us, how is he?” the young dragons asked Bongo, in Hayedo.

“He is our King; he loves us all and is asking us for cooperation, so we could be prepared for the revelation of this unknown event.”

"How can we help?" they asked.

"Keep calm" Bongo explained, "continue your regular activities. Enjoy them, make them with more love. Spread the tranquility in your environment and neutralize any negative message through peace and harmony. We need the Garden to emanate the purest possible sensation, find the clarity of what lies ahead. We can only achieve this with everyone's help.”

Bongo was also a bearer of messages from Wiz. He was part of the group of The Fifteen Messengers. They were the only dragons that had direct communication with the Golden King. Bongo was the youngest of them, so he took care of the young groups. These messengers were used only when the Golden King had important messages to reveal, just as he needed in that moment.

On the night of that day, Kramian, Bongo, and a dragon named Faĕlum, went up to Mount Geneza. They went to inform the Golden King about the results of the activities carried out in Hayedo, during that afternoon. They all went up the endless stairs that led to Geneza.

When they arrived at the shelter, the door was completely destroyed.

They entered the strange place, and found Wiz on the ground; in a corner, with severe injuries on his body. He seemed to have returned from a battle. As much as they tried to lift him, he did not regain consciousness. Until, he opened his eyes widely and stood up.

"My children, evil is approaching" he exclaimed. “It is the deluge of the stars, the steep rain of them. They are approaching Ïnmâeh in this exact moment! We must defend our kingdom and our home, right now!”

“Sir, do you said a rain of stars?” asked the Colonel.

“It's the rain of millions of comets. Billions of metorites, Kramian.” he explained.

“We must position ourselves to destroy these space stones before they reach the surface” exclaimed Wiz. “For they are poisonous to our crops, and otherwise, they will contaminate our meadows and our mountains. They will destroy our forests and our rivers. The provinces of the lands will disappear, and the reigns will be in ruins. I have seen everything. We must act fast.”

“When will this event happen, sir?” Bongo asked.

“Tonight” replied the Golden King.

Kramian ordered Bongo to immediately ring the bell of the Gardens, which was similar to the sound of thousands of them. This unique bell was located in the Temple of Leodoro; its echoes were heard throughout the kingdom, and indicated the sign of preparation before a lethal threat. Kramian emanated the great golden fire, calling the Army of Splendor.

“Sir, our armors!” asked one of the dragons.

“There is no time for armors!” explained the Colonel. “We must round the stratosphere's immediately! These are your positions! Wait for the right moment!”

“Grandfather, I'll take the Quetra and Delta groups. What is the attack plan?” asked Bongo.

“To defend ourselves, Bongo” he said. “We must position ourselves as high as possible, so we could emanate roars of fire that need to reach this comet. We have to minimize their size, before they enter our atmosphere.”

“We come from the fire! We are the fire!” Bongo exclaimed impetuously to splendor.

Positioned, the Colonel gave them the pre-signal of attack. They aim at the comets, and prepared to roar their sacred fires. The Army then, placed itself in several positions of the Kepler stratosphere, covering it in its greatest possibility.

 Towards the space clearing, several flashes of light approached at impressive speeds. And from the ground, it could be observed rows of countless dragons, who were all prepared to destroy the approaching comets.

This image was perpetuated forever on the land race. Never before, was seen so many dragons together, but at the same time the terrestrial wondered why so many of them were there. They covered the entrance to their own planet, which increased concern and a sense of danger in them. It was clear that some evil was approaching, and of incalculable magnitude. So, the terrestrial, depended on the Army of Splendor. This time, a cosmic enemy was rapidly coming for them. Hundreds of meteorites displayed in the space vision. It looked like a planned catastrophe.

The plan was to blow up these meteorites, with their perfect fires, and finish disintegrating their pieces within the planet. But to achieve this, the roars of fires had to cross the stratosphere, run through space itself and impact the meteorites when they were close enough. They weren´t sure whether the roars will reach the upcoming stars, for they never did it before.

“Prepare your useless mouths and prove that they are worth having!” Kramian repeated to the army. “Everyone point the evils! There is no turning back! For Ïnmâeh, for the terrestrials, for our families, for the Hanging Garden!”

Moments after the dragon fury went out, the sky became agglomerated from the stars. The sky turned into a dark blue cloud, with orange cracks, which denoted the entrance of the giant stones into the atmosphere. It is said that it was the brightest night that could be observed in the history of the world. The radiant light of these thousands of comets penetrated, and from the ground, the end of time could be felt. It was as if the sky was falling before them, like a galaxy trying to devour Kepler.

“Attack!” yelled Kramian. “Fire!”