Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (6)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (6)  

"Ma'am, may I ask what day is today?" Leyra asks, in full swing.

"It is the 6th of Imaú, my dear friend." Miss Carranza responds.

"I thought we were in Casmal still," Leyra exclaims.

"And why is that?" asks Miss Carranza. 

“By the name of your holiday, my lady,” answers Leyra, “I thought we were in the cycle, it seemed the most logical thing to do. But, in fact, I am unaware of this holiday. What is it about?"

“It is the tradition of the Merdhen regions,” exclaims Ms. Carranza. “Although I understand that the city of Sirim has started accepting it lately. We call it that, because it is supposed that in the Casmal Cycle it is where we collect all the orange trees, and pumpkins for the festivity; traditional for your decoration. It comes from the ancestors, the first indigenous of Nerea and Idara. They dressed in long exotic, eccentric costumes; all from nature. The natives believed that, in this way, just for a day, they assimilated to the goddesses Rea and Gisma. For the dresses represented as the openers of the truth; the connoisseurs of good and evil. The man and the woman, clothed as gods, for a day. Only to celebrate with the great deities. They danced and drank; they brought life to the night, and with them they paid tribute to the goddesses of space. "

"Then all seven of Imaú?" Leyra asks.

"Every day seven of Imaú," replies Miss Carranza. "Nobody knows why this date, more is the one they chose to celebrate with them. If you ask me, I think it is due to the position of the moons this day, in their waning perfection. It is a magical moment for them. You are lucky, because tomorrow you will be able to celebrate with us, if it is within your plans to stay here. Which reminds me that I should ask you, what have you thought of the village so far? "

"Charming, my lady, your town is so moving, that I cannot conceive precisely why it is" exclaims Leyra. “That is, I have been in many places, my lady, and in all of them I have been questioned about myself and my past. Except for this place. I don't understand why nobody asks me where I come from. Doesn't my presence seem strange to you? "

"My lady, this town has seen very strange things," exclaims the woman. “Magical beings have already passed through these parts. And so, like the wind, they pass through our lands. These meadows know insatiable secrets. And even though they know us, they cross like the breath of forgotten destiny; Well, Elgoneth is not a fan of this nation. "

"Why do you say this?" Leyra asks.

Mrs. Carranza and Leyra came to a small hill, where the sides of the nation were supplied; strange swamps were seen in the long distance, around an abrupt movement of the trees that were noticeable. A frivolous presence, lost in the distant and penetrating movement.

 “The bridge of hopelessness between men and beast was holding onto patience, wearing thin. An finally, it has been broken.” Exclaims Miss Carranza. “the evil domains our prairies. The downfall leads without regrets. The louder the people screams, the heavier is the noise ingrained. The doubtful their voice becomes, the greater their fear evolves. Earthlings of the west, concerning their own ruins. Compelled to face a malice, impossible for them to defeat. Dressed as recluses from the swamp and marshes. Poisoned by insanity. Poisoned by cruelty. A preposterous date, unwilling to be learned.

“Life is often not fair, but Elgoneth, is the father of wellness and love.” continues the elder woman. “And it´s only upon his will, where he can achieve his ultimate goal. And justice from the realm of divinity, will be evoked. Whereas this kingship will always triumph above our sorrow; as the light once triumph above her mother, the deathless darkness. The finally days for this monsters had arrived, for as we, were always protected by our divine shoulders. Our divine creatures. The legends among the sky.” 

"But legends sometimes come on land," exclaims Carranza. And behold, woman, with the blessings that you have brought. Don't worry about judging yourself, we won't do it here. We have arrived at Mila and Angelina's cabin. At the back of it, the sisters have a small room that remained intact since their older sister's exile to the city. You will remain there, while you delight us with your presence. "

"But ma'am, shouldn't we ask them if they will agree to this?"

"Didn't you see how they treated you?" exclaims Mrs. Carranza. “Trust me, they will be more than delighted. You can teach them a lot, like them to you. Now go, go and rest, later there will be time for you to tell us your stories. It shows that you are exhausted, and you don't have to tell me. I know you come from a long journey, as all those who come from Eldriner do. You deserve to rest. "

“I will go to the growing areas,” continues Miss Carranza. “There I will give you the news, and what I have indicated. Besides, I want to see how those collections go. Those girls are going to make me faint, if not they took the wagons I told them to! "

The woman entered the house slowly. The door was open, as was customary among nearby villagers. The energies surrounding the woman were lovely, for she felt a lovely stir. There were all kinds of drawings and designs on the walls. Giant oak trees, dreamy hills. Magical creatures, telling a story of love, power and honor.

The woman reached the last door, which was nothing more than a small apron covering the wall; and when he entered it, the woman looked at the walls, and the woman immediately began to cry. They were covered with dozens of images of butterflies of all colors on the right, and twinkling fireflies on the left. The shock entered the woman's feelings. All the weight of her path was falling on her shoulders, and her feelings were afloat. She lies in the bed nearby, delusional and emotional. Covering her face, but feeling the mysticism of the humble and natural energy of the art that surrounded her.

The woman cried until she fell asleep. Suddenly she got up, as the energies of the evening woke her up effusively. Her mind skipped morning, noon, and afternoon faster than ever. She felt it very soon, because her did not have any dream in between. She got up from her bed, and left the room slowly. Around her, she could see dozens of pumpkins, orange trees, and squash in the living room of the spacious house, but she couldn't see the sisters anywhere. She walked to the entrance, where she saw an old paper where the women had written to Leyra.

"Dear Leyra,

We have completed the harvest successfully! We divided the afternoon rotated with Mrs. Carranza dozens and dozens of pumpkins. The homemakers were happy and surprised, because we all predicted another year of missing the great festival. But this rimero will not be yes, and all thanks to you! We would have loved for you to join us, but you were so asleep that we didn't want to bother you. We will be in the central canteen of the region for the remainder of the afternoon, and we will be at night. So, if you suddenly dare to go out, you know where to find us! By the way, we are still delighted that you are living with us! We hope to see you soon!

Mali & Angie "

Leyra then, felt a small sense of gratitude. But something was not right in her heart, because as much as she wanted to go and celebrate, her emotions would not allow it. I felt an emptiness inside. She felt tired inside, she felt exhausted, and lost. The constant tragedy to which she was used, did not allow her to rest. The constant walking heavy of her steps, followed her, and her vision was nothing more than that of finding peace and certainty

She left the house, and foresaw the beauty of such a beautiful sunset. One of the most beautiful I have ever seen; In the nearby hills, she returned to the place where she had gone previously with the woman, since she had seen a small path before that she followed deep. She found this path, and traveled it again until she reached the small top of a cliff.

There she knelt down, looked up at the sky, and covered her eyes again. Her voice was about to be proclaimed, for she could no longer contain what she felt, and the sincerities of her feelings needed to be expressed directly, to the direct ears of heaven. Towards the ears, of its creator. Towards benevolence, from her father.

“People say life is short, but I can't relate to that. My days are long, my nights are longer. Every day seems eternal, every move feels heavier. I keep giving hotter steps, but all I seem to feel is cold. When did this became so senseless? When did this became so odd? When did I became so lonely, so distant, so lost? When did this agony invade my heart? When did this sadness consume my mind? Why does this is even happening at this point? Haven't I give you my best? Haven't I proved you my worth? Haven't I show you my faith? Isn't it enough yet? Am I not enough for you, nor for your blessings? Tell me father, why do I feel I'm alone in this? Why do I feel you're not here? Why do I have this constant fears? This endless doubts? This unreasonable thoughts?”

“How long this fight shall last? How long is this anxiety will prevail? " Leyra continues, “how long is this misery going to last? I have carried out your will and will continue to do so until death. I don't deserve to be like this father. I don't deserve to feel like this, so cold so empty so desolate. Where are you? I need you. I need you more than ever. I need your miracles, your actions, your defined ways. I can't do this alone, and I don't know what to do anymore. I've given my everything, and still, this feels so heavy. I feel so weak. So vulnerable, so left out, so abandoned. Help me father, I can't go on anymore. “

The woman covered her face again. Kneeling, in the drowning of her feelings; in the vicissitude of light. Suddenly, a divine effulgence poured out from the heavens. A set of particles formed rapidly, merging with each other, illustrating in a figure. An essence of benevolence, constructed from a long dress, which faded in the proximity of the woman. Before her eyes, the silhouette of a perfect being was formed; A white beard and white hair, her eyes were made up with divine features, and although the light coming from her made it impossible to see her clearly, Leyra could see her snow-white pupils. She could distinguish her face in the light, and for the first time in her life, she predicted the perfect presence of the most valuable creation in the history of three generations. The Mind of Inmaeh.

"Why do you doubt your faith, Lorianne?" exclaims being.

“Father?” exclaims Leyra, between tears.  “I dont want you to leave me.”

“I haven't” responds the being.

“I love my life, I love my path,” exclaims Leyra, with a broken voice. “It’s just–it’s too much.

“Then why does it seems you’ve left yourself empty?” exclaims Leyra. “Look at the horizon, my daughter. In the driest desert from hopeless falls of dust abd affliction, is where love and joy flourish. Where clairvoyance is born; where the blessing of wbeing free is projected. Relying all upon the subtetly of being able to live, and begets the opportunity to start again. Therefore, use your soul for kindness. Your mind for veracity. Your ears for empathy. Your hands for charity. Your voice for truth, and your heart for love. Find the beauty and the balance, in between all the highs and the lows. And never, ever giveup. Heaven now, is an angel away.”

“Just do not let your fire to burn out, take your time if you need to.” continues the floating being. “You’re not supposed to decipher everything, you’re here to live, and discover your truth.

“I shall remind you, the rise of darkness approaches,” continues Elgoneth. “There´s is no time for nonsense. You´ve make it this far. You must be focus; for this threat will not be easy to handle.”

“Where is this threat father?” asks Leyra.

“I’m afraid, it’s a hidden danger.” Says Elgoneth, as he moves around. “A threat amongst our vision, amongst your eyes, amongst the air. You should have to unfold this on your own, for I need you to prove me first you're ready to face this truth.”

“But father, I feel ready. I’m ready” responds Leyra.

“You aren't.” responds the being, “But don't worry, you will be soon, for you have the desired to become every day better. This is a personal journey for your soul, I cannot intervene in your choices, as much as I want to, for Ill be ruining your future steps. Those that only you can encounter. Those who only you can take. Those who will lead you, to your higher self, to the best version of yourself.”

“How can I please my father then?” asks Leyra. “How can I please these lands? How can I prove my worth to this life?”

“You've got to prove it to yourself, first.” Responds Elgoneth. “And when you do, your life will change forever. Don't try to control things, Leyra. Control leads to resistance. Resistance separates you from your nature. You're here to manifest everything that your soul has to offer. Allow it.”