Legends of Kepler: The Dragon & The Woman

CHAPTER V: LEXICON OF LEYRA - SIDE A (1)

CHAPTER V: LEXICON OF LEYRA

SIDE A

In a period of twenty days, twenty gifts from twenty different magicians came to the brave mother of the enchanting baby. These were exiled magicians from their nation, who roamed the areas of the Region. Throughout the Ramadia Cycle, miraculous gifts arrived to the humble home. No one in Anaís understood who these magicians were, or the reason for their gifts. Never before in the history of the village had these beings come to them.

Ïnmâeh is a planet with many mysterious energies, but the energy that flowed from this girl was inexplicably sweet. People dreamed in the future she was going to bring. The whole town admired the girl, and considered her arrival a blessing; poured out over her noble homeland. Through her beautiful duty, the locals felt watched by heavens; heard by gods. All families approached the girl with all types of gifts and offerings, for there was a rumor of good luck and blessed days for those who were generous with her and her family.

For the Hanging Garden, things were much more intense. Argônæth became a young dragon with cunning and strength beyond the reach of an ordinary imagination. He was very young, an infant, and yet he demonstrated an innate and extraordinary dominance in combat. He was gifted with the art of war, emanated an energy of leadership, and had an inexplicable ability to learn from other dragons; being active in the battles and training of the Splendor. For his father, the situation became unusual, worrisome. Not even the Golden King was clear about the accelerated growth of the Raēn Warrior.

"Come inside!" Wiz replied as he heard a knocking at his door.

"Sir, are you busy?" asked Bongo.

"No, my son" said the Golden King. “I am preparing a new crystal for my cane.”

“I feel very worried lately” stated Bongo. “I didn't want to talk about this with you because to be honest it doesn't seem an issue valuable enough of your sacred time.”

"Things are never what they appear to be, Bongo" exclaimed the Golden King. Tell me, what is going on?”

“I don't know how to start, sir.”

“Why don't we start by talking about how you did in Nénufar?”

“Successfully, sir, we did not have further problems.”

“Excellent!” Wiz answered. “Lately, it seems to be very simple for you.”

“That's precisely why I want to talk about the subject, sir. I think we had never had these battles so dominated.”

“Well, congratulations!” Wiz exclaimed. “Under your command, The Splendor is stronger than ever!”

“It is extremely strong sir, of that very sar–”

“Well, my son!” interrupted the Golden King. “I am very proud of what you are doing. The leadership and dominance that you are having with your people is unwavering.”

“It is too much dominance, sir” Bongo replied. “There are certain units that are demonstrating an abnormal performance.”

“Is this again about Argônæth?” said Wiz. “We've already talked about this. He is a prince of war and has been blessed with its due skills. He is the heir of Kramian, the best Colonel who has seen the blood of these dragons. And he is your son! What did you expect?”

“But sir, he is just going to turn nine rimmers old,” explained Bongo. “A normal dragon is not ready to join the army at less than twenty-five Rimerians, and even then, he would be only into the training Quetra group. Isn't this something we should be worried about?”

"A normal dragon, Bongo, as you mentioned" says Wiz. “Believe me my son, this lineage of yours is unique and special. Life gives you good things because it is not a lineage destined to have many descendants. Therefore, every born being is special, and very strong; we can see it in Argônæth.  It is a true miracle of life! I don't understand why you feel this way!”

Bongo bowed his head, and the Golden King felt empathy for him, as he realized, he felt wrong and misplaced by his feelings. So, the Golden King took a deep breath, and decided to cheer on his Supreme Dragon.

"I don't know exactly what your son is, Bongo” he exclaimed. “His nature is seen for the first time in these ages. It is the art of the indomitable, of the unpredictable; which presents itself as a gift, the presence of life itself in our ways. These are strange times. Elgoneth is acting inside a bubble of mystery and discretion. He moves silently, but every time he takes a step, he does so in a firm, abrupt, and imposing way. Committing to the hope, that their children do not try to reason his actions, for the answer is not in the reasoning. Rather, pray that your children know how to love, for only in the current of this power lies the true symbol of our existence. The universe was created as it is for love, and only in this, its best creatures can find the fullness and satiety it offers. Creation comes directly from the creator. She is scattered like petals in endless hills that fluctuate between the masses of the winds, dancing before the fertility of harmony, but also in the mystery of the unknown. Your son is the unknown; creation is the unknown, do not fear the unknown Bongo, we are all part of it.”

Bongo admired the words of Wiz. It was the first time he was addressed in this way.

 The golden dragons had a special advantage, for they were much capable of having a step forward in the face of future events; but they could not intervene in them. Elgoneth showed details of possible future lines to them, so that his protective kings could follow his intentions, which always proved to be the best for the course of his creatures. But their creatures at the same time had the power to decide which courses to take and what paths to travel, although within their consciences, always inhabited the true path for them.

Bliss and blessings brought these creatures through the years. Divinities of life, engendered from the unknown dimensions of light, with some kind of message for living beings; happy to live in these times, but also together with the responsibility of deciphering these hidden messages through the unpredictable path of life.

Meanwhile, Amalia grew up to be a girl full of love and affection. She was a truly special girl; a unique being. Her mother knew quickly that she would have a great responsibility in the world. With her beautiful golden traits, in her few first years, she showed an extraordinary ability to master the nature that surrounded her, and that served to harmonize her people. Enjoying the opportunity to share the grace and the lucid love that flowed from a girl coming from the roots of the forests, and what was in the same way, a true magical incarnation of an unexpected new dragon prince, descendant of the strongest lineage, but also, the dangerous of them all.

Argônæth and Amalia quickly won the love of all those around them, in addition to the occasional fear towards them. After all, such an arcane birth, they only characterized the indistinct arrival of a true puzzle. Who were these creatures? What are their purposes? What do they represent and where do they come from? What does life look for through them, and well, what message, even if there is one, are they trying to deliberate?

For Adelia, it was only a miracle, and she committed herself to it. Treating it as such. This girl was synonym of love, beauty and hope. Her relevance lay in the fact, she felt blessed to receive such responsibility. The mother didn't put her mind on why her daughter exactly came for, but on who she would become; where she would go. She only knew, she was going to love her and raise her as if she were her own daughter, for she was indeed. It was a task assigned to her and only her. The girl was looking for life, and life was looking for the girl.

The girl could interact with the most beautiful trees, altering their huge structures and modifying their leaves to exciting colors, just for fun. Instinctively, she adhered to these colors that nature gave her, and having the ability to manipulate this energy, she reused them in the village gardens, in the robust fruits that adjoined the bushes of the communities. This harmonious magic increased the agricultural activity of the villagers. The trees produced more fruits, the fields delivered more crops, and the crops were enriched with the best of the properties.

However, these divine and mysterious abilities did not bring joy to her mother; she was actually worried about them. While all the People of Anaís cheered the girl, Adelia was baffled by the reasons of why her daughter had these powers. So, she made a promise to herself. She promised to raise her daughter in the neatest, decent and honest way possible. For Adelia, it only remained to teach her the depth of the values she had. To teach her what her grandfather once taught her.

For her, the most important thing was the heart. She believed that good intentions were the main determinant for the positive outcomes, of all our actions. She wanted to fill her daughter with love, but also, with a lot of responsibility. She longed to teach her to understand the magnitude of the weight she was destined to carry.

"I don't know why life has given you these skills, daughter” she exclaimed.  “Every day that passes, it seems that your body gains more of this powers. You must learn to master them, and not to allow them to consume you. I'm very worried about this.”

“Mother, do you know that I love you so much?” said Amalia.

"Don't change the subject girl!" said the angry woman. “I’ve told you several times about the problems that will bring the lack of control on this!”

"I know, mother!” said the girl. “Can we talk about this later? Come on! You don't seem to know what day it is today.”

“Of course I know” she responded.

The woman headed for her cupboard, went to one of the hidden drawers she had, and took out a small gift.

“Happy Birthday daughter!” said the woman. “I love you.”

Adelia tilted one knee and hugged her daughter, and around them, a mix of golden and green energy began to spread. The vegetative essence of Goddess Emeri was present, pointing out that she was there and fraternal love existed between them. The girl began to cry out of joy. She knew that this moment would be stay in her memory.

"Now, go get ready," said her mother. “One doesn’t turn nine rimerians every day.”

It seemed that time was running slowly that day. The Golden King felt these energies, after all, it was also Argônæth's nineth birthday. Tonight, was a special night.