Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER III: ROYAL TEMPLE (2)

CHAPTER III: ROYAL TEMPLE (2)

The dragons descended from the heights, taking a singular flight guided by the great golden dragon. Moving towards the beauties of the royal parks; upon the squares of the great reindeer. In it, a gigantic practice of power and knowledge was taking place, within the corners of a massive arena, where the dragons of the seven lineages trained among all of them. A routine task, las it was lately proposed and led by the leader of the dragon army, The Supreme Dragon of Fire, Dracko.

"Uncle!"

"Shut up, Hera." exclaims Dracko. “Don’t you see I’m busy here? Glefian what in the heck's name was that?! Start all over again!"

"Someone is not in the mood today,” responds Hera, coughing. “You don't need to be so rude, you know?"

"Well, how do you think I got here, being soft?" asks Dracko. "Now, where are your brothers?"

"Here they come!" says Hera.

In the proximity, the golden dragon approached alongside the group, as they cope with the furthest beings. They were all entering the grand, before a spectacle of hundreds roars of lights and fantastic powers, around the dragons’ training. Displaying all their beauty, all their passions, their enthusiasm.

"Good morning, Dracko," exclaims Wėzhreem.

"Sir," Dracko responds.

"It’s a pleasure to see the Army of Splendor working this way." continues Wėzhreem. "I haven't seen them this active in years."

"The pleasure is ours," replies Dracko. “The Battle against the Nénufar Realm is proximate to arrive; the moons will be ready in a couple of cycles. We must be prepared. They still need to improve some flying techniques, especially the descendants of Vellazor and Mermuan. But we are getting better every day. The lineage is inspired by your presence, my lord. "

“I’m glad they are,” exclaims Wėzhreem. “You don't mind me taking your nephews for a tour around the dome, do you? It's a day for a little bit wisdom and lessons. "

"I don't have any problems. They are still apprentices after all, aren't they?" exclaims Dracko. "Besides, not everything in war is won with aggression and turmoil."

"Now, what happened to you suddenly? I don't even know you!" Hera exclaims. “This is not the merciless dragon that accompanies me in war. It's almost as if you want to pretend before the golden king!"

"Hera, you are at instants away from me to lose my patience," exclaims Dracko exclaims. "I'm not in humor, for heavens’ sake!"

"I love you, uncle!" responds Hera.

The dragons began to walk around the sand pathways along the guidance of the golden king. An exclusive teaching for the heirs to the throne of fire. Wėzhreem told them the stories of the beginning of the voluminous kingdom, the birth of the garden, the early of all his days as their master, throughout the millennial battles, despite the fact that his apprentices had already heard it thousands of times. The Golden Dragon was proud, seeing the extraordinary energy that was displayed in the heights of the arena, from all around his sons, as the most impending and trifurcate training he had seen in decades. Powers of all energies; bursts of all essences. And so the tour followed, nearby great stations, around groups of all types of colorful dragons.

“And as you have already experienced, the arena is divided evenly, into our seven families.” says Wiz. “Perhaps you have wondered why they train like this, when we go to war all together. Well, we do it because the separation of these lineages during training, leads them to experiment with their powers, and allows a greater exploitation and increase of all their potential abilities, for they are surrounded by their own nature when they do so."

"The nature of water, for example, is moldable and adaptable." exclaims Wiz exclaims. “The Mermuan's lineage is resilient and flexible, as it represents change and transformation. The adaptation of the form, and the use of marine powers are the most unpredictable of all; allowing a great behavior at the moment of defense, since they manage to manifest the most unattainable forms against the enemy´s incursion; scaring their rush and onslaught. It’s the lineage with the greatest capacity for strength and endurance, at the time of battle and surge."

"The lineage of Ikloren is the heritage of magnetism" exclaims Wėzhreem, "as hose heirs represent the power of attraction, and erratic manipulation of the energy. Their great abilities allow them to fluctuate between the laws of nature like no other lineage. They have exorbitant capacities help them to redesign reality, and orient it towards their visions and intentions. This powers know no limits."

"The lineage of earth is the lineage representative of creation." responds Wėzhreem. “Unlike the magnetic nature, the vegetative powers cannot go beyond natural laws. They can do better: they create it. The Helindor lineage is the very essence of conception and firmness; of inception. Of the gleaming rightness. They have the organic capacity to diversify and generate the deepest substances of all our planes, as they control the roots of all grounds, and all visible dimensions.  Their souls are strong, sensible, determined, and immovable, like the spirit of a great mountain."

"The descendants of Vellazor are the descendants of the power of light." continues Wėzhreem. “It’s one of the bloodlines most blessed by Elgoneth, since they possess the force of light itself, displayed through roars of currents and lightning. It’s the lineage with the strongest connection to the higher realms of light dominance, allowing them to have an unstoppable agility, an incalculable voltage around their bodies, and a reserved energy that can explode in immeasurable quantities. It is one of the most unstable lineages too, for its carriers often find it difficult to handle so much amount of power."

"The line of Fire is the most energetic line of all. It represents passion and desire." exclaims Wėzhreem. “It is an aggressive, imposing, direct, and very powerful force. It’s the element that manages to integrate into attack with greater speed and invasiveness. And they rapidly manifest in magnified ways much more quickly, as you well know, by belonging to this heritage. You and your uncle are the only ones belonging to this lineage in my kingdom, and that makes you special and extremely powerful; for the fire wants to belong only to you. Your grandfather, the Supreme Dragon Bongo, carried this essence as a true leader, and as you know, he has been the highest supreme dragon that this kingdom has ever known, as he founded an impressive heritage that was once considered lost. And therefore nowadays, thanks to his persistence, you can use your energies efficiently, and guide them more easily. "

"What happened to our grandfather?" asks Ren.

"He gave up the desire to live." responds Wėzhreem. “And it's okay that he did. He could not fulfill me more than he had done, and despite the fact that immortality is ingrained in the biology of our flesh, the renunciation of our spirits to live is a choice that life also allows us to choose; if we consider it necessary. I’ve told this story to Hera and Temodt, before. And Daēl knows it pretty well.”

"Now, everybody fears the fury of fire and light, but when the air displays its wrath, you better start running." Wėzhreem continues. “And even if you run, you must likely won’t be able to survive. The descendants of Reizhar are the bearers of freedom and breeze; conductors of all powers. It is the lineage with the greatest compatibility for all energies, and its catalytic forces reflect a persistent and increasing intensity in war. It’s an element of calm by nature, but if it becomes altered, the solidity of their voice and strength rises to unimaginable levels, and only they can return to tranquility, for nobody and nothing else would be able to cease this power, once it has been unleashed."

"And finally, the lineage of plasma, is the one that represents evolution." continues Wėzhreem. “The mutation, the transformation. It’s the youngest element, as it was the last to be created in this generation. It is so strange, that not even Elgoneth knows the capabilities of this nature. They are dragons with extraordinary capacities of manifestation, as they stabilize energy and convert them into unthinkable powers. It represents change, and radical progress. The Supreme Dragon Wargolo, is the representative of this lineage, along with his descendants. He has become my best friend, as he is the only Supreme Dragon that belongs to the first generation of dragons spawned in this realm. One of the sacred seven beings. He has been with me since the beginning of the days from the Hanging Realm, and has been the only one of the originals that has survived the millennia of this empire, along with me. He has seen a lot. That´s why I trust fully in him."

“As you can see, the colorful skins from our bloodlines are not an accident,” Wėzhreem continues, “they represent an energy, a concept, a voice. And their emanations can often reach extremely powerful, and out of control waves of disposition. Hence, the army was not created just to protect the earthlings of Inmaeh, but to protect us from ourselves too. It is not a strategy of the kingdom; it’s a necessity of this one.”