Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER III: ROYAL TEMPLE (1)

CHAPTER III: ROYAL TEMPLE (1)

Above the epiphany of a sacred mount, a royal shrine rested perfectly; a magic house, displaying the joyfulness through thousands of portals from bliss and wonder. The most colorful nights, dancing around the heights of the enlightened temple. Painted upon the hearts of fascination; upon the parade of the eventide. Crossing the edge of desire and wizardry. Fating celebrations, which were the only thing these family of royal dragons knew, in the currents of magical spells and ancestral laws of manifestation; thusly, the Golden Dragon taught them everything he knew, underneath a hundred startling stars, behind fourteen rimmers that passed like airs of pride for the heirs, for he saw in their youthful eyes, the future of his Hanging Realm.

“Temodt! Reynavé!” shouts the golden dragon, around the corridors. “Where the hell are those dragons now?!”

“Here we are sir!” exclaims Temodt. “Ren is coming right now!”

“Tell him to come immediately!” exclaims the golden dragon. “Your sister and Daēl will arrive at any moment, and he will not be ready for the assumption!”

“The assumption?”

“Is today´s class! Don´t you remember?!” shouts the golden dragon. “I´ve been talking about the lineages study session with you for years! Bring him right now!”

“Ye–yes Master Wiz!” responds the young dragon. “I’ll call him immediately!”

Wėzhreem then, goes to the upper sides of an open room; the entrance of his household. The gleaming of the meadows portrayed ahead. The breeze displayed clearly, following a renewed day. And below the first rays form sunrise’s divine light, a beautiful company laid upfront. Two mystic dragons, returning from their free time; from their watch around, as they beautifully land upon the open room of the mystical temple.

“You’re late, as usual.”

“Sir, I told her!” exclaims Daēl. “It’s just she alw–

“Relax, sir.” responds Hera. “We were just having fun looking the earthlings!”

“Hera, how many times you need to hear the earthlings are dangerous.” responds Wiz. “How many times I have to tell you these beings are not from our journeys! They’re just humans!”

“I was just concern about my mother.” responds Hera. “Can’t I do that?”

The golden dragon stood silent, for the response wasn´t expected.

“You can,” responds Wiz. “But today you have a major task. Your brothers should come at any moment. Which reminds me, Daēl, go look for those rebels!”

“Immediately sir!” said Daēl.

The dragon ran off to find the two remaining brothers; Wėzhreem then, began to walk with Hera slowly, along the edge of the wide place.

"Hera, have I told you before that this temple was once a disorderly and lost house?"

"Well, I think I remember, sir."

“In those years, I was a desolate king,” continues Wiz, “lost from my community; absent in my soul. I believe I’ve already mentioned to you this phase of mine, a couple of times. Do you know why I decided to transform this lair into a royal temple? Do you know why I decided to reinvent myself? Do you know why my spirit returned to hope and joy? "

"Why?" asks Hera.

"Because of you, Hera." responds Wėzhreem. “Because of your brothers. You are very important to this kingdom, and throughout these years you’ve have shown me the energy of true heirs, from the strongest lineage of this empire. Don't think I don't know your interests; it is of equal important for me to serve them. And I know that your mother is very important to you, but you must understand, her course is dictated by the father of all meadows, and her earthly path will be dictated by creation itself. Therefore, don’t worry so much about her. Led the creatures of the creation, belong to them, and not to us. For creation has watched over humans, from the first day of their creation."

"Sir, I have been waiting to talk to you about this.” exclaims Hera. “I would like to clarify a doubt that unease my mind, and leads to knowing the reality of them."

"Go ahead." says Wėzhreem. "Take advantage of the wisdom from this old dragon."

“How were humans created, my lord?”

The golden dragon was surprised at Hera's question, because he could not recapitulate if he had told her the story before, or if she really had no idea what it was. Either way, the dragon took a thin breath, and began to narrate briefly, The Great Theory of the Beginning of Mortals.

 “An evil accentuated in thought, unfazed and undaunted by his brother, the white legacy. As an excellent portrayal of dominion and control, over the baneful adversity. As a final clash, upon the highest hill. Across lakes of destiny. Beneath downfall of balance, and the union of fate. The eminence of the bravery, courage and passion, inherent in both of them, finally being tested. In the heart of the white heir, rested the eternal light. In the heart of the heir of flames, rested passion and greed. The shadow of the present, is what it was. While the sky served as a loyal servant, at the impending flash of his frightening master.”

Suddenly, Temodt, Ren, and Daēl joined from behind; as they entered in the rightful moment, dragged by curiosity and wonder.

“Accompany, young apprentices, to the journey of a holy whistle.” continues the golden dragon. “The chaotic story, of the birth of men.”

“Long ago, before the existence of Elgoneth, and the consolidation of Egmeon, during the mythical times of the planet there were two brothers. Their names were Athanael, and Klamev. They were the first two creatures that sprouted with the first greens of Inmaeh; blessed by the great light of the first generation.

Ïnmâeh separated the entire world for the two of them, as they both balanced energy, and both helped the creation to manifest itself. They needed each other. In them, was the foundation of all things, and all things were signified from them. Together, they were an indispensable reveal; for their existences gave each other force and truth. Without one, the other represented nothing, for each one gave meaning to the other. Thus, these brothers could not exist without both presences. And so, they traversed all the infant plateaus, rivers, and plains that formed before their eyes.

But the younger brother was greedy. Arrogant, selfish. He was full of envy and fury, for he had been assigned to the lands and caves, to the ground and earth, when his older brother was assigned to the heavens and the stars. His brother had the best of all views, while he had to be satisfied with worms and moistened earth. The view of the swamps. The dirt of the underground.

Capricious, and enraged, the younger brother began to intentionally ravage the meadows he created. He began to dry up the pastures on the plains. He polluted the fruits, poisoned the rivers, and dried up the beautiful waterfalls. Envious, and disgusted with his position.

His elder brother then, descended from the heavens, and with his soul filled with damage and hurt, he appeared in the depths of the earth to his brother, and there, he presented a challenge. He invited him to a great battle on the highest cliff on the planet, towards a final fight. A deadly battle.

The older brother proposed a final sentence: the winner would define himself as the owner of all the lands, and finally declared which of the two would establish as the creditor of the world for all future times, and which of the two should be the witness of it. They wanted to know, which of the two was the strongest. Which of the two was the real one. Which of them was correct.

It took many days for the youngest son to get to the place, but when he got there, his brother was already waiting for him. One with a thick reddish ax. The other with a fine white sword. And so, in the presence of a storm of hecatomb and shame, the titanic battle began.

They fought for ten days and ten nights. And in the dawn of the eleventh day, tied in an inseparable clash, both fell from the great cliff; still fighting among the lethal winds, still tearing between their fall. And when they fell to the fertile soils of the planet, the deities of all planes caught their energies, integrated them between the roots, and fused them into a single body. And from the sacred lands, a new being sprouted: the man. A being ignited from both worlds; ingrained with the good and the bad. The light and the dark. The sound and the void; embodied in the terrestrial one.

The essences of these brothers did not perish, however; their spirits were infused into the air, and spread throughout the planet, like omnipresent waves. And for the rest of the days, these energies lived influencing the human being, and all his earthly descendants. To direct and guide them as they pleased, for the brothers became the masters of men, because when they died, they managed to inhabit in all of them, without they even knowing; for only through man, they could manifest all their intentions.

So, the battle never ended. The duel still exists. Even today, these energies prevail; working with humans, manipulative among all of them. In fact, they are so impregnated, that the brothers influence all creatures, through the actions of humans; whom are the most fragile earthlings, since they are the only ones that their free will condition, manages to break into their own divinity, through all of their unstable decisions. "

“The brother of light, Athanael,” continues Wiz, “spread himself as the invisible spirit, and bringer of eternal brilliance and peace. And so, his name was changed to Kuwala, the Divine Spirit of Light."

"And what name did the brother of greed receive?" asks Hera.

"I don't know," responds Wiz. “Elgoneth did not mentioned me his name, for according to him, when we pronounce it, we will invoke his presence upon the heights of my garden. That's extremely dangerous. There are things that are better not to know, Hera. "

"I still don't understand quite well that we could say," exclaims Temodt. "Did these beings died or lived?"

"Life and death are two flames, united as one, my young apprentices." answers the golden dragon. “For life and death have been in love, for longer than words can enunciate. Life sends countless gifts to death, and death keeps them forever."

"They are a single line," continues the golden dragon. “A single concept, for the whole idea of life and death, of good and evil, is for earthlings to understand that the human is made out of both elements. They’re made of ego; they’re made of spirit, and they constitute as one. They proclaimed themselves, as one.”

“Their problem is acceptance,” continues Wėzhreem. “For acceptance requires awareness.”

“Why they don't accept themselves?” asks Ren.

“Because they’re too busy judging themselves” responds Wiz. “Humans love to live in fear, and for some reason, they’d rather lie to themselves, than to allow the flow of within. They rather create their own fragile worlds of doom, rather than embrace the infinite universe of consciousness. The never ending planes of awareness.”

“That´s why we, the divine beings,” continues Wiz, “were made out of gold and soul. We´re made out of the brightest of energies. Out of the seven purest elements of life. Out of the seven most powerful natures in this planet, and Elgoneth derived our perfect lineages, out of the beloved dragon’s heritage: the lineage of fire, the lineage of earth. The lineage of water, and the preciousness of air. The forceful magnetic, and the gleaming light. And finally, the strangest of them all, the singular lineage, of the plasmatic waves.”