Inhorèm: Queen Allanis

CHAPTER II: THE SOLARIANS (5)

CHAPTER II: THE SOLARIANS (5)

A destruction, an impending chaos, a prophetic image invaded Amalia's mind. For three nights in a row, she had the same dream. A dream that immediately turned into a nightmare that explored the most hidden spaces of her soul, awakening a pain that she had never experienced in her life. It was intense, she felt her soul burning alive. The fragments of love and togetherness were slowly ripped from her being. The event illustrated an inability to control what happened. And the worst, the impotence of not being able to do anything about it.

The evil that fell on Anaís was blurred, but destiny was clearly reflected through the visions: the town was destroyed, the kingdom overthrown and its lands invaded by a catastrophe. The hecatomb flowed in flames, and Anaís was devoured by giant shadows, which could not be identified. She saw nothing but silhouettes and dark specters; which, if it was clear, was the claim of her people's blood. The haunting claim on the life of her family, on the life of her mother.

The stone tower was smashed into pieces. Before everyone's faces, darkness invaded the sky. A dark night, full of cries for help and despair. Giant creatures seized the skies, although it seemed for brief periods that the disaster was also caused by land. It was the attack of an army. It was an invasion of her people, guided by a terrifyingly powerful energy. An energy that brought with it the end of her times.

I guess this is the part of the story that I should get into. My name is Ada, I am already 24 years old. I am on a very distant planet, where I have managed to obtain close experiences with other types of human beings who manage to assimilate a lot to the natives of my planet. I belong to a caring group, or tribes (as we call them) in a quite warm and tropical area, as for the place, it is an infinitely large area although I am located in the coastal areas of the land, having the opportunity to appreciate the splendid horizon every day; 

Ingratiating myself with the rise and fall of the most dazzling star I have ever seen and also, the consignment of a deep moon at nights where I find a connection with my home, when I manage to see the dim stars and the parade of thousands of stars that are presented in this place,; as if they knew we were watching it. It reminds me a lot of my visions as a child, when I could be flooded in the infinite amplitude of the cosmos while my Mother sang to me the songs left by the stars to our first ancestors. It is a beautiful place, and I have had the good fortune to adapt to it quite quickly, many times I think this was planned. I feel like they've been waiting for me here for a long time, which sounds like crazy.

I have been living here for 14 years. I have dedicated myself to understanding the culture of these beings, and I have had the opportunity to explore the different behaviors and patterns of survival, and I dare say that they are not as different as the peoples of my star. They have certain essential limitations, but I have come to realize over the years that these beings are guided by their hearts and their feelings more than anything else. They have an incredible intuitive sense, which has allowed them to survive, adapt and work together as a species through different mechanisms. Even many times without rationally understanding how they learned them or how they know that these methods are effective. They give me hope to continue spreading the love teachings taught to me by the personalities of my mother and my grandmother. Since I arrived, there seems to be a future for the culture of our lands. It is a fertile planet for mystical advances.

Everything you have read in these writings, are authentic narratives and tales of Leyra, The Mother of the Forests and Queen of the World by Kepler. Authentic narrations in the handwriting of my grandmother. I have taken the time to translate all these writings, thanks to the help of an outsider whom I will describe in a few moments, and I have dedicated myself these last years to organize this story, with which I have fallen in love, and with which it means everything. for me. I have found no other purpose of being here alive, as the only survivor of my star, other than to tell the story of it, in order to disseminate its future teachings and reflections on the natural course that a kingdom of creatures can take. , of the level of importance that each of their decisions have, especially the consequences they cause, and how complicated things can become, just by not following our conscience, which is the true energetic link we have with life. I have dedicated my years to this extensive work so that it reaches the hands of the kings and queens of this star; Only in this way can we spread these messages, in order to produce a massive impact on your civilizations. 

After all, we are brothers, belonging to this same vital universe. We are one. It is important to me that some details are known. I came to this planet as I said earlier a few years ago; I understand why Oasis envisioned emigrating here. It is a quite habitable region, in fact, I would say that it is even more habitable than my planet. Its atmosphere is pleasant, its climate is generally adequate (except for some storms but nothing compared to dangerous Kepler storms), there is a great abundance of natural resources and a great abundance of marine creatures, of which I consider unique on this planet

. When I woke up, I felt bigger. In fact, it was bigger. It was inside the capsule, but the capsule did not feel moving, in realidae it felt like it was buried. In my right hand I only had the writings, in my left hand the Book of Leyra, which has taught me impressive things, and on my forehead a stain of blood was gushing out, making clear a wound, perhaps due to the impact of the cabin to the surface. The calendar inside the capsule was quite strange, the truth all the capsule had codes and words that I had never seen, but the numbers were very similar. I was able to make a similarity in which I compared the Rimerian numbers and the Oasis numbers, and I was able to conclude that really about 2-3 Rimerian years had passed, which represented Repr

The three jars and stirred them as fast as he could that they were out of sight of the Aramordt. After a few moments, she stopped, and the three flasks sprouted a small gaseous essence that made it impossible to see inside them.

Vavre then asked Rita to choose one, and that firefly that came out of that jar would reveal his fate.

Rita chose the first jar, and when the prophet opened it, the three fireflies flew out of it, approaching her, and flying among them.

Nobody said anything.

Vavre got up and opened the small circular window in his cave, and allowed the fireflies to climb out.

Well, what is this?

You have to let them out at three, so they can take their own directions. It is not natural that all three are together.

It is true that you are the chosen one to prevail in this kingdom. It is true that you are destined to be the strongest, of all the descendants of the King. You are the one chosen by the universe, to raise this flame, because through you, it will spread throughout all generations, for all nights, for all times, for all its descendants, and thus, Aramordt will endure, and its legacy will not know the end.

But listen to me well Abhir, daughter of Argon, today I warn you, to reach your destination, you are bound to face the darkness. You must cross through all hells. You must face all your demons. You must face the burden that falls, for the one who is unique, and exclusive to defeat this. Well, if you can't find this way, nobody will. I know you will win, but you will have to endure all the pains of the way, until the end. Drop by drop. Step by Step. You must be strong, and if you believe in the light, it will reach you in the end, even if it seems impossible. Although all seems lost, never stop believing Abhir. This universe owes you.

The anguish that invaded the woman was unbearable. The end of the dream was critical, since it always ended in the same way. The lavish girl, prostrated before her people, kneeling, contemplating around her the flames that destroyed the homes and hearts of her warriors. Her beautiful town was slowly sinking to ashes. Mercy perpetuated in the kingdom before the decline of what was built for years, from the most authentic of their hearts. And Amalia, thirsty for hope, was forced to drink every drop of pain possible, experienced every moment of devastation.

The only survivor, the queen of the town, suddenly feels a brief silence. A presence of hers was near her. The shadows whispered a sound coming from behind her. A sound that seemed more like a call. The call to death. For her, however, there was nothing more painful than what she had already experienced. She had already died, already her feelings had been destroyed. She knew it because she felt nothing (DIALOGUE), and because of this, she slowly surrendered to the shadow that proclaimed her being. She turns slowly, while in her turn she loses her vision and the notion of time, and when she turns she closes her eyes, to feel only the breath of a giant creature that is about to devour her. And when she is going to do it, she Amalia wakes up from her dream