Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (5)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (5)

The goodwill of the morning caught the trapped will of the daughter of rivers. In the land of prosperity, the woman found some small paths attributed to new hopes, after having followed the path suggested by the magic of the spectrum. The one found out of nowhere, and vanished between their words, in the mysticism of the darkness of last night.

This was a new day, cherishing the moment of fortuitous change. The one that allowed the permanence of the chosen one as the new glow of the human breath. For she was approaching the nearby fields of the great pumpkins; those who divided Eldriner, of the Great Prolific Nation of Merdhen.

And after a few quick encounters with nearby trees, those that mimicked the entrance to a new destination with their roots, the daughter of creation began to clarify the beauty. Hidden in the bushes, her ears anticipated the whisper of nearby voices; from two young women. They were in the vicinity of the fields of the great squash, which lacked harvest and amendment.

"You see? I told you!" exclaims one, pointing to the crop.

"Well, it's not my fault that you didn't water the stalks like you should have, twenty-five days ago!" the other responds.

"Mila stop talking nonsense!" the other responds. “You saw me doing it yourself! It's not my fault either! "

"These pumpkins are not going to be ready for the Casmal holiday!" Mila responds. "Just look at them! Everything is ruined! Not a miracle can save these crops! It was everything we wanted Angelina ””

Suddenly, in the silence of the moment, the stems began to sprout quickly dozens of pumpkins in the surroundings. The women were shocked, and began to see the wrapping of a dispensed miracle as the royal path of the beauty of creation. In front of their faces, dozens of pumpkins began to sprout, bright as never before; her nose was unique, her color was orange and vivid, and before the women jumped to run towards the vicinity of her village, a woman began to show from the nearby shadows. A figure of eminence, exhausted and heavy, but with a nervous beating heart, proclaimed between the sweet and fearful movement of her steps.

"Wh-who are you?" Mila asks.

"Hi, I'm Leyra," the woman replies. "I think I have arrived, where I should have arrived."

"Did you do this?" asks the other woman.

"Yeah, well, I didn't want to interrupt," Leyra responds. “But, I was close, and I heard the urgency of your crops. I thought I could help. "

The women were stunned, at the chance with which Leyra commanded her spells. And immediately, they jumped for joy; They glimpsed the miracle, and began to thank the woman, who was surprised by the ease of their meeting.

"You must come with us!" Mila exclaims.

"Yes, come with us!" Angelina continues. “The people need to see this!

"Just like that?" the woman answers. "Are you not going to ask what I am?"

"It is obvious what you are my lady!" Angelina responds. "You are a miracle!"

"Yes yes, a miracle!" Mila continues. "A miracle of the forest!"

"The one we have pleaded with Elgoneth for so long!" Angelina exclaims. “It is the blessing of the greens! A magical being! "

Thus, behind the effulgence of dawn, the women quickly led Leyra to the beginning of the region. They came to the beginning of the roads, like a clean and smooth power. The women carried pumpkins in both hands, and dozens of small pumpkins. And everyone who crossed her path was announced by the great news of the final harvests of the great pumpkins. The whole town thanked the woman, even though she was confused, but on her way she showed some help in the crops of the nearby huts that they advised her. She passed from house to house; from home to home, blessing all the locals, and helping them in the fortuitous of their crops and their suggestions. The people did not stop taking advantage of the powers of women, and their hearts did not stop to bless all those who appeared on their way. And they all began to follow her, witnessing her magical youth poured into their nearby empires.

"We must take her to Mrs. Carranza!" exclaims one of the elders. "She must see this!"

"Who is she?" exclaims Leyra.

“She is the mother of mothers,” Mila responds. "She needs to see you, come on!"

The People of Idara then, began to guide Leyra in the commotion of his locals to the home of the most important leader of the town. They found the place, and a small group of six people entered with her. It was a tall, large, wooden hump. They quickly entered him, while Leyra's eyes were frightened by such poverty. The levels were unstable. The balconies were about to collapse; the ground was damp, the columns weak. They climbed some stairs that creaked everywhere; the group then, led L eyra to the third level, where the screams of a woman were heard.

Leyra then notices a woman leaning on a table, lying on it, holding her husband's hand. She was given birth, and in front of her, a tall, strong-built woman prostrated herself. It indicated breathing signs to the bent woman, so Leyra assumed that this was the official midwife of the village. Everyone looked subdued, when the woman took out the small baby, turned around, and when she saw the crowd, she showed it to all of them.

"It's a girl!"

They all shouted in reverence, and clamor. They applauded, so Leyra in the confusion, sol knew how to integrate into the shared joy. She did not understand the uniqueness of the openness of the town, because in her memory she had never been in a place with such humility, since the memory of her previous life.

The feeling of nostalgia quickly merged with the euphoria of the moment. Some of the group approached the woman to congratulate the great event. While Mila and Angelina guided Leyra to the great woman who had helped with the delivery. Her posture was intimidating, and rigorous. Her gaze was fixed, and her composure seemed to be that of a lady. A leader.

"Mrs. Carranza, we want to introduce you to our newcomer!" Mila exclaims.

"It has generated a miracle in the crops my lady!" Angelina continues.

"She has gifted homeless blessings impossible!" Mila continues.

"This is Leyra, ma'am," Angelina concludes.

“Wow, I don't know when was the last time you two introduced me to someone with such enthusiasm,” Mrs. Carranza replies. “Well, I welcome you Leyra, to the town of Los Bombines, and to the Great Comarca of Idara. It is a pleasure"

"The pleasure is mine, my lady" answered Leyra.

"You come from the forest you say?" asks Mrs. Carranza.

"This is my lady," Leyra responds.

"How many years have you lived in Eldirner?" asks Mrs. Carranza.

"Well, I've lost count," Leyra exclaims. "But I think between fourteen and fifteen years."

"You've seen a lot, haven't you?"

“And I have learned a lot,” Leyra exclaims. “I have been among the mountain, and in the lands of Lívithur. I have been with the winter elves, and those of the south. "

"The southern elves?" exclaims Mrs. Carranza.

"Yes, they were very grateful to me, although I must say, it was an accident to have reached those lands." Leyra exclaims. “As it appears to have been, upon reaching these. "

"Well, that explains your gifts a bit," exclaims Carranza. “Although I must differ with the way you view your ways. Accidents are the commands of life, beyond our control. So there are no accidents, my young wife. Only roads, new and unexpected roads. "

Leyra was silent, until the woman continued.

"How about we take a tour of the village?" exclaims Mrs. Carranza. "My work here is finished."

"Well, I would love my lady," Leyra exclaims.

"Can we accompany you my lady?" Mila says.

"Yes my lady, that would be a great idea!" Angelina exclaims.

"That would be a terrible idea," Mrs. Carranza responds. "Taking into account that they do not fulfill their duties young ladies."

"What is my lady talking about?" Mila asks.

"Yes, what are you talking about?" Angelina asks.

"Don't you think you are forgetting something?" asks Mrs. Carranza.

"Something?" Mila exclaims.

"I don't think we are forgetting anything." Angelina continues. "We never forget anything."

"The pumpkins!" yells Mrs. Carranza. “What have I been preparing them for for the past thirty days? If they sprouted, why haven't they brought it ?! "

“Ma'am, no–

"We did bring it!" Angelina interrupts. "They are in-good"

"I know them as if I had given birth to them!" exclaims Mrs. Carranza. “I remind you that the Naranjo de Casmal festival is tomorrow! And I do not intend to lose it, although we thought it was lost! Well, if it was a miracle, let's treat it as such! Look for the wagons, and let's reap it! "

"Yes my Lady!" the women respond.

The women stumbled off one after the other. Mrs. Carranza then gave the blessing to the newborn girl; baptizing her as Beatriz, since it was the tradition in the town that Mrs. Carranza chose the names of those that she brought to light with her hands. The woman turned, went down the stairs with Leyra, and they began to take a tour of the humble village, between the cold falls of the land.

The leaves covered the beautiful meadows, and for some reason the color of the experience again brought hope to the exhausted heart of the woman; although she could not digest it, and sometimes even feel it, she knew that hope was there. That her new home was in her eyes. Delighting in front of her.