CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (7)
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CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (7)
The next day, Leyra got up early in the morning to be dressed in a unique garment by the Cirón sisters. A beautiful white dress, covered with small blue specks in the corners. And on the right side of the dress, a beautiful figure of two beautiful cherries, fitted together perfectly. She had breakfast as she had not done cycles ago, she combed her beautiful orange hair as she had not done many days ago. She looked at herself in the mirror, and after so much time, after so much uncertainty, after so much struggle, after so much anxiety she felt beautiful again. She felt young again. She felt lucid, and splendid.
Helped Mila and Angelina, with the dozens of squash and pumpkins. It was part of her duty to take some of the remaining ones to the central square where the great event was to take place. Throughout the trail, Leyra witnessed the perfection of childhood and innocence; walking the meadows everywhere, jumping and enjoying. Although the main event was taking place tonight, the majority of the town was ready, as the celebration was received with arms of love, with a spirit of hope, with warmth of sympathy, and with the smell of triumph and excessive faith.
As soon as she could, she would embrace the children who approached her with genius and sincerity, while a few others caused Mila to fall with some of the pumpkins and stain her dress. She got up and ran with the children, while Leyra and Angelina crossed the paths with laughter at the humorous and joyful events of the moment. The celebration was already proclaimed among the blessed meadows of the noble and humble region. While the great feelings of the natives went through its corridors, singing and enjoying the moment. Praising the gods for their great gift, their awesome crop day.
Many carried dozens of orange and apricot trees. Some others, dozens of big, fat peaches. And as was customary, thousands of elders carried small sweets created for their competition and their distribution in the might of the small town. Animals danced everywhere. The plants cheered the mysticism of the moment, and the joy and devotion to the admirable between the heavens and the heights spread rapidly through the greenish corridors and the beautiful plains of the Town of Los Bombines.
The sisters and Leyra arrived at the center of the square; It was full and decorated, and Mrs. Carranza carried the harmony of the festival unique. A few moments, the competitions, the celebrations, the meeting of the best costumes and cocktails began. And although it had started earlier than planned, the town was amused and crowded together, and the region danced in joy with the journey of good news and beautiful testimonies through the great and unique park of the festival. Elgoneth was pleased.
Faster than light, the dusk began to enter between the meadows of the small region. The uniqueness of the leagues shaken with love and harmony spread throughout all parts of the place. Among the proximity, dozens of firemen were placed in the mysticism of some nearby cliffs, where they placed all the possible pyrotechnics for them. And as never before, the Idara Shire was predicted as a dance of fire and reddish smoke at sunset; the official announcement of the night and the party. And Leyra, predicting such a height, saw the impressive spasms of glory in the heights. The introduction to the breathtaking night, between the high skies; although, however, her gaze was singularly lost in the temperance of a giant structure, one that she had not perceived for some years. The hanging garden, prostrate singular, because the woman felt a strange connection towards the dragons, and towards their presence of the established empire.
And that one was not wrong, because in the hanging gardens, a dynamic energy was dressed everywhere. Hundreds of dragons, lined up in the unique waterfalls, waiting for nightfall. There was Hera, there were her brothers, lined up in the first station of the great garden. The hanging kingdom was on alert, and four of the six stations gathered the hundreds of dragons; donning her armor, preparing for the great battalion. And so, the sun falling on them, the dragons prepared themselves under the sound of the emergency, under the lowest level of the divine waterfalls.
In it, in the fire station, the supreme fire dragon, and leader of the army of Splendor was preparing for the great speech. The eternal battle was about to begin.
“Army of Splendor! Can I hear a Booja * ?! "
"Booja!" exclaim the fire dragons.
“It is my honor, to represent not only this army, but this strongest chamber of dragons of all! We are the strike group, because we are the leaders of this empire! We are the great creators of the empire, because we are the best defenders of it! or! The Golden King hails our might! The Hanging Kingdom admires our strength! Let's not be fooled by these beasts! While it is true, they have been on the loose for many days, longer than they should, attacking and destroying the homes and structures of western mortals, we have done it for one simple reason: to attack them now in surprise, surprise and destroy them! This is not a game my brave Raen! This is the victory day! The great battle we have been waiting for years! The reason we were created! The flame by which we live, by which we exist! The art of war belongs to us! Inmaeh meadows flatter us! The skies of the planet of infinity implore us! And the gods of the assembly bless you, for this is the strongest generation that the stars of these heavens have ever seen! And I cannot be more proud to fight here, with you the greatest warriors, at your side, at your front, at your command! Up Grupo Sol! Up Army of Splendor! "
"Up!" they all exclaimed.
The supreme dragon of fire, came down from the giant podium where it was exclaimed; the sunlight was about to fall, and with it, the signal for the dragons to begin their great attack. She positioned herself to the side, and took Hera a corner, because before starting the great battle, the supreme fire dragon needed to say something to her beloved niece.
"That was masterful!" Hera exclaims. "Sure man! I have never heard such a moving and authentic speech!
"Listen to me Hera," Dracko interrupts. "I don't have a good feeling about this."
"What are you talking about man?" Hera exclaims. "Are you really nervous? Look at us, we are invincible! "
"Do not say that again!" Dracko exclaims. “I don't know what is wrong with me, something is not right. Something hints to me that this battle is going to be difficult. "
"At your command, we can get out of any difficulty." Hera exclaims. “We are ready for this. What are you worrying about? "
"Just stay behind me," Dracko exclaims. "Keep your distance, raise your defense, and if the houses get ugly, promise me you'll get through this."
“Together we will get out of this,” Hera responds. Everything will be fine."
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