Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (3)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (3)       

A spell of divine effulgence gushed out from the mirror like a singular light. And for a moment, the woman consolidated a beam of transparent and colorless light. The air deepened like a divine current, pulverizing the interior of the silver and causing it to explode into thousands of adjacent pieces.

The light extinguished the plant, and although the woman was about to be eaten, she managed to find a space on the ground still pulverized from the majestic current. The smoke traveled as the cooked and fertile land cleared, and in recognition of the moment, the woman only looked at her left hand; encrusted with the strange piece of glass.

"How did you do that?" Athair asks.

"I don't know," Leyra replies. "Just exclaim your words."

"Leyra, I don't understand what the hell this mirror is," Athair replies. "You should be careful with him."

"It has integrated into me, Athair" exclaims Leyra. “She tried to do it at the source. I try to do it at the start, and now he's done it "

"Extend your hand with strength."

The woman extended her hand, left, and dozens of ultraviolet rays began to sprout everywhere. Felling the nearby trees; spraying the green around. The woman did not understand what was happening, but her powers were out of control.

"It has enveloped itself in the depths of your veins," exclaims Athair. “This is not a Leyra mirror. This is a weapon. "

"How will I manage to control it?"

"Cover yourself with a piece of leather garment," exclaims Athair. “Until you learn to use it. She has really chosen you. "

"Well, this doesn't matter now," Leyra replies. “We don't have time for so much specialty. We must get back on the road. "

The woman put a cloth bandage around the edges of her dress. She began to pursue the desired path, though not yet known to her mind. She was sure that she would return to a reference point, but each step she took towards the foliage of her path, the more her soul was lost between the failure to recognize a totally unknown place.

The sunset fell on her eyes, and she still had no idea where she was. She was lost among the foliage of the north, and she was lost among the delusions of her mind. Perceived the glimpsed light of the god of heat, she realized that the fall was near, so she entered the hidden and dark paths with the messenger of light. Accompanied by her guide, who did not even know where they were.

"You know, Athair, it seems that you are more of a companion than a guide."

"Don't look at me" answers the spectrum of light. "I have no idea where we are."

"Okay," the woman replies. "You help me more by being by my side than by knowing in front of me."

"Nobody knows what those steps are, Leyra." Athair responds. “Elgoneth loves us himself. Your father never commissioned you to guide you to your frontal steps. Your father placed me to help you find yourself. And every day you do better, and I learn more from you. "

“Well my dear friend,” replies Leyra, “if we have come this far, we can find what follows later. "

The cavity of night began to hug the tip of the mountains, covering the lower grasslands, where the woman now stood. Among the hidden meadows, from a nameless forest, lateral and narrow towards the strange meadows of the green of the great mountain.

"You shouldn't be wandering these parts"

"Who is there?" Leyra exclaims.

The voice suddenly quieted down, looked around all around, and began to cast its defensive gaze; pointing her hands everywhere. Suddenly, from her left hand, a series of small lights began to appear. The mirror was turning gold, and a singularity sprouted from a path, among the nearby bushes.

Early night had suddenly fallen, and Leyra decided to follow the trail of golden light, which was indicated by the shattered crystal. And from the dark passageway of a set of strange trees; A beautiful woman came out, riding a shiny brown horse. Her aura was covered with the radiance of glory and power. Its specter was appeased between the cold channels of the great grove. In the delirious haze, the woman was lost; its fine edges were indistinguishable, but it wore a long red cloak that was lost in the mysticism of the mist. As it turned around, the mirror's trace connected with that of the distant figure.

"The meadows of uncertainty are not the best for walking alone." says the spectrum of women.

"I'm not alone," Leyra responds. "I am accompanied by my spirit guide."

"So? Asks the spectrum. "And where is this light now?"

Leyra looked to her sides, and lost sight of Athair; I look for him everywhere, but he understood that this meeting was meant to be personal between the two of them.

"Light is not always present" exclaims Leyra. "But she is always with me."

"Well said," replies the specter. “As you see it now on your forehead. The darkness always desires be to defeat and kill the light, Leyra. But the light always has better plans. "

"I just came to give you an address," replies the specter. “I know your mind is in ambivalence. I know your thoughts drive you, and betray you at the same time. You do not need motivation to make a decision, and sometimes the best decision is not to make any, and to allow the runoff of divine rain to guide you along the miraculous paths of abundance and love. You're very close."

“Your path must continue north,” continues the specter, “you will arrive at dawn in the lands of the Nation of Merdhen; ruled by mortals and barbarians. You will touch the Idara Shire; the first village of the fields of the region. There you will wait, until life knocks on your door. It is time for you to live with the Lorn, it should not be a surprise for you. Your time with the elves is over. And the best of your days are about to begin. You can only grow, from now on. Now allow your heart, far and wide to the open arms of the Province of Thera."

Leyra stood silent; she did not know what to answer, since the calm and coldness that emanated from the beautiful woman's voice was lost in the mysticism of her spirit. She had never been so close to such a divine being. She looked towards the center of her cloak, where it tied under her neck, and amid the night mist, she managed to perceive that the specter wore a singular plate, bathed in gold. This one bore the name 'Eroelle'.

"Who are you?" Leyra asks.

“I´m just a guide,” responds the spectrum of mist. “A lightworker, just like you. I´m here, because you´re headed to a cliff. I´m here, because you found a demon in your safest heaven. You were chosen by the stars to bring peace, but peace does not know you, because you do not accept it in your heart. We all fall down, Leyra. We must fll down. It´s the only way for light to guide our way home. For it is in this deed, where you´ll learn to be humble. “

“You expect too much from yourself,” continues the being, “and you pretend to walk alone, when your fate is to have the world by your side. You’ll never find perfection in your pirde. An no matter how strong you believe you are, life will always remind you the humbleness relying under the acceptance of the unpredictable, for this actions, is equal to the acceptance of youelf. Parallel to the welcome of your shadows. Intrinsic to the glory of your higher embrace. Just as you are. The tragedy may seem unending, but even when you cry on grieve upon the colder grounds, you´ll still be beautiful for life. Even when everything seems lost, you´ll still be worthy of eternal triumph. Choose faith, choose love. Choose your father, choose your gods. And when you need me again, to find the right walk and prayer, I´ll be here. As the spirit, of your redemption.”