CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (10)
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CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (10)
"Hera!" yells Wezhreem. "What the hell have you done!"
It was too late. A giant chunk of the stunned moon hovered static, but the other, for a shadowy rocky structure made of composite silicon and magnesium, was defragmenting from its crust, like a giant numb with pain, heading straight for the land of the creatures of it. divine. The chunk began to tilt into the planet's atmosphere, like the indescribable force of the largest meteorite ever to enter the history of the infinite planet.
From the ground, Leyra sees the silhouette of the dragons, on top of a cliff rock, and above them, her elongated vision gazed into the distance at the might of an explosion witnessed throughout the region. The rivers The dragons looked upon the gleaming fields of the night. The crossing rivers followed in disdain, for curiosity later turned into anguish and fear. The seemliness dragons held forsaken, as they ravished upon the fields of the mystical angels of doom and oblivion. The Fields of the Nation from Festivity was below them, as the Town of Idara resurfaced upon the greed and lowering distance.
"Leyra, what is happening ?!" Mila exclaims.
"Stop the festival!" exclaims Leyra. “Gather the children! Collect your crops! "
"What is this?!" Angelina asks. "What's happening up there ?!"
"It is the end of our days." Ms. Carranza responds.
The daughter of the rivers or could believe it, but when her gaze returned to the night, it seemed that the sky was being devoured by a round and giant matter. Advancing at full speed. Unfolding towards epiphora land. Accelerating at full speed. The natives shouted everywhere, the tremors dominated the land, the shaking of the pressure exerted by the giant entity spilled over them. The sphere was gigantic, and it plunged absurdly into the planes of the earth. The village festival turned into a tragedy. Fear and despair abounded in their lares. The end gnawed at the depths of their hearts, and tore the hopes of confused hearts. Thousands fainted; others fell and threw themselves off cliffs, trying to save their lives.
Leyra took dozens of children into their homes, sheltered the elderly, together with the help of the sisters and Mrs. Carranza, the sky was so bright that it seemed that a red and violent sun was about to strike furiously against the wills of the earthlings. The cries of disaster rose everywhere; Above the skies, legendary movements were seen that were etched in the memory of the woman. The rapid movement of Aricontes * flew over the bark fiery. The woman had never seen the legendary creatures, but when she was amazed, her senses were alarmed, because the myths related that the giant eagles only appeared before the terrestrial ones, with an extra natural condition: the presence of the end and the catastrophe.
After housing as many villagers as possible in their huts, she began to place some precious stones around. Small crystals of fire, all around the town of Los Bombines, with the help of the sisters, they managed to arrange six of those little reddish stones in the shapes of a hexagon, at the ends of the town. Leyra then directed her companions to stay in their respective cabins. She stood in the center of the small village, closed her eyes, and from her central point, exclaimed the following words:
«Uthrai agdalar, ilivith uleim, ni en másta aná ará; rembo él adtith. Rembi 'el adith!»
And there emanates an effulgence from her body. A singular light of blazing fire arose as a perfect line up to the heights, and it expanded like a giant layer of fire and lava. An energetic shield, which was connected to the sacred crystals, protecting the natives from outside. She created her own blanket, under the ringing of a hundred raging roars. Upon the witness of the stars. Upon ethereal halls of the county, the pushed shire. On the sacred fire, the one that ran through the columns of restlessness and mercy. The purple light of the divine hidden sun was projected on the esoteric currents of the firmament. Pouring the blessing on the innocent people, like the sacred shield of salvation, on its splendid domes of oak and clay. Upon its ornate groves. On her ways of glory and honor. Before the imposition of a divine throne, an ancestral leader. The one that spread out on the nearby hill, and glimpsed from its protection the heights, as it tried to understand and testify, the ancestry of dragons and ariconts.
The dragons positioned themselves in a perfect line that treasured the insidium of the attack on a huge and treasured cataclysm. That one fell at full speed, and it prospered like the lethal blow penetrating the surfaces of the destructible. Wezhreem led the attacking orchestra, and when all these were lined up Attached to perfection, they concentrated their mouths, and from the fierce breaths of the essential creatures formed the impressive rupture of a reckless effort ready to be propagated towards the sinister sphere of doom.
"Fire!" exclaims Wezhreem.
Hundreds of dragons launched the timing of a singular attack aimed at the crust of the split satellite. The Fallen Goddess was detached into thousands of associated fragments, and although this was the only option left to the defense of the planet, it was not the most favorable, as millions of fragments began to fall at incalculable speeds everywhere in the nearby skies. of the planet. Dragons and Ariconts* flew across the northern cape; By all the trees of the south, by all the coasts of the east, and by all the sand canyons of the west. At inexplicable speeds, launching its divine fires or its sacred blows with its claws and heads, destroying the fragments in thousands of them. Trying to pulverize the giant stones. An insatiable uproar unfolded in all the afflictions of the heavenly meadow, and a singularity clothed with oblivion and chaos was withdrawing everywhere. It was impossible for the creatures to be able to destroy all of them, as they approached like killer comets to the lands, grasslands, rivers, mountains of Inmaeh.
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