Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (4)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (4)      

At the exact time, around the heights of the nocturnal pride, upon the darker firmaments, on the fine texture of a delicate and floating cloud, two dragons perceived the adventure of the woman, curious, before the delirium of her walk, and the presence of the woman dressed in commotion. They contemplated delicately, the embedded apparition of the ancestral ghost to the vicissitude of the daughter of the rivers; her superior protectors with serious faces, before the mystery of the inconceivable.

"I suppose now you know where to direct your walk" exclaims the supreme dragon.

"I don't understand, man" exclaims Hera. "Shouldn't my mother be with the elves?"

"For what?" Dracko responds. “Her time has come, and you know, you must be proud of her. Her walk will continue in the prairies of the morales. And there she will be received as the new voice of light. They are not used to this, other than being easily impressed. Are you happy now? Can we go? "

"It's impressive," Hera replies. “I think you were right. It is better to let it be, and I continue. "

"Clear!" Dracko exclaims. “Hera, we have more important things to face. The path lies uncertain, and your mother will always be protected by the hands of the assembly. "

The dragons turned, and turned toward the northern heights. In the transitional period, a set of divine lights traveled the sky. The moons were in their brilliance, but their peculiar shape predicted the power of a delirium. The command of a renewed action. It was the call for renewal; the one who induced the currents of the heart of the daughter of fire. Well, although the mysteries of the fantastic charms that surrounded their hopes seemed to have fallen again. Perhaps her parents would never meet again. Perhaps fate was not made for it. Perhaps she shouldn't cling to this illusion of the fantasy path of dreams and charms. And strangely, in her heart this did not irritate her. This liberated her, gave her peace among the currents of harmony of unpredictable nature. Maybe it was good that it was so. Perhaps, her path was not limited to knowing the essences of mortals. Perhaps her path was greater, it was destined for the elevations of her uncertain destinies. She was a divine being. She was a supreme being. She was a pure, divine, honored, unique, blessed energy. A princess from a greater kingdom. And only through this deep acceptance, of believing herself worthy of abundance and divinity, was she able to free herself from worldly desires that did not leave her mind. That they exemplified the love she felt for her parents, but that, in some way, they limited her being. They locked up her spirit, and conditioned her mind to the impulse of basic and singular elements. Her mind was connected. Her spirit was full of fire. The day of the discovery of his divinity had arrived, and the let go of limiting beliefs of her profound feelings had finally been dropped. The Raen freed herself from the weight of her thoughts, and the flight of her spirit rose like the power of transformation. Like the power of the supreme. Like the power of the divine. For her powers were within her; and not outside her own cosmos.

"Come with me," Dracko exclaims. "I don't have a good feeling."

"Where?" Hera asks.

"Kilkilem Square," Dracko responds. “It is an important night. I have a strange feeling. And the announcement of the night is about to be given. Gather your brothers; Call the dragons of the south, invite the whole plaza. And you warn me. Warn them, of my calling. Warn them, about lament. "

"What I tell them?" Hera asks, reaching the hanging garden floors.

"Tell them that the great message of frontality is about to be poured out." Dracko responds. "Indicate that the voice of wind, is about to be watered."

"The voice of advent?" response Hera. "Are you sure?"

"The great battle is about to begin." Dracko responds.

Thus, Hera warned or two of the dragons. I lift them from their deep dreams. He pulled them to the corners of the wide plaza. She raised them from her little hills; of their sacred temples. hundreds and hundreds of dragons crowded together; in confused groupings. The message was clear, the delusion was unsociable. Something was about to be communicated in the strangest and most comprehensive way envisioned by the dragon. This was not her style, usually. It was an important message, for the signed kingdom.

Thus, gathered hundreds and hundreds of dragons in the mysticism of the night, the dozens of solid and warm energies were collected above the cold repudiation. Above the currents of mortals, for a great event was on the eve of being proclaimed. In the background of the great gathering, a large and robust dragon, of reddish and black colorations, prostrated before a raised podium, while the roar of dozens of applause were carried away. He asked you to stop; his gaze was serious, his eyes were fixed. His essence was powerful and firm, but his face was fixed and without obvious humor. He raised the terrifying claws of the fire, as it evokes the presences of a mythical effulgence, and began to demand a speech from his lofty companions.

"Friends and brothers, companions and companions," Dracko begins. “Behold, before you, the prostration of a dragon proud, but feared before the nature of the unpredictable. I have brought them all together, for the essences that I feared to be uncertain have fallen like a resurrection of the indomitable, after several years. Vulnerability falls to our kingdom. The claim of the empire will be entrenched. The strength of our souls will be tested, and the resurgence of a new battle will begin again. Advent knocks on our doors. Delirium condenses our skies. I've seen it from afar, my friends. Look at the light of the moons! Look at the ways of their dancing! The goddesses have whispered it to me in the air of my flight! The earth has indicated it to me in the vision of my premonitions! The time has come, my warriors! The magic of the army represents the dynamism of our colloquial energy! This is what we were created for! For the war! For defense! For the protection of our fields and our creatures! The roots of Nénufar open the floodgates of the fiery summer! The beasts of maleficence are ready to come! And as it lies in my mandate, to face, and to perceive, the day of eternal war, now he cried before the witness of all winds that caress this garden! The beasts lick our name! And we will answer the call, unafraid to the perlious jpurney before us! We have conquered before, and we will conquer them again! And in the presence of the entire kingdom I make official: The Battle of Nénufar has begun! And we will advance in glory, we will advance in honor, and after twelve long stacks, we will once again face the beasts of yesteryear! Open your minds! Prepare your fires! Cheer on their roars! The moment has arrived!"

"But, my lord," exclaims a high dragon, "When do we want the swamps of the southeast?"

"Tomorrow," Dracko exclaims. “Tomorrow at midnight, when the goddesses of the dark skies, shine their waning might! Prepare yourself, Hanging Kingdom! Get ready, Light of Splendor! The classic commandment is about to be perpetuated again! "