Legends of Kepler: Ancestral Kings

CHAPTER I: THE RISE OF THE HIDDEN ROOTS (3)

CHAPTER: THE RISE OF THE HIDDEN ROOTS (3)

The mirror quickly clung to the woman's left hand. The pain was attenuated in forms of screams of despair, in the midst of the incessant trembling, the woman tried to retract the edge of the crystal that was trying to integrate with her, she could not do it with her strength, so she opened the leader's book, and exclaimed a spell that forced the living crystal to retreat. The woman in panic, caught the crystal with the book, resting it on one of the pages of it, while her hands bled. She rose as fast as she could, in desperation, trying to find a way out of the obvious catastrophe that was happening inside the mountain. She did not find her way out of the cave, but she did find a hole, which was covered in an earthly mud. She emanated a greenish light that opened the juice box, and allowed him to see a blue light at the end of it, it was a small tunnel.

But the woman screamed in agony at her bleeding hand, especially after the spell was cast. She ripped a piece of the dress from her, she placed it in his hand and began to crawl through the small tunnel, as fast as she could. Until suddenly, without realizing it, the tunnel floor cracked, causing her to fall into an even more exhausting depth; running through steep amines of earth and humidity, and she reached the firm ground of a small mound of earth, got up, and looked back. Everything was collapsing, in front of her, there was a very long lake, but with stones in the middle off the road.

"Athair where are you?

"I'm here! You must continue, but you must be careful, this lake is full of impure souls in it. You must not fall, or you will be dragged into their gloom and her endless judgment.

“Did I think that the pure souls of Inhorem rested here?

On this mountain rest any time of souls, I do not know which are pleasant and which are not, but their energy does not bring me anything good. There is no time, saklta among the stones!

The woman began to skilfully jump over the rocks, as agile as she could, she slipped herself, and hideous hands came out of the depths, dragging part of her dress, pulling her into misery. The woman released a blast of golden lights, hitting the ghastly specters as she managed to leap toward the next stone.

“I don't see the exit Athair!

Follow! It's there!

Her subsoil was shaking heavily, and the pink matter inside her fell from above. She leapt stone by stone, crossing the immortal path, of those souls that wished to devour her spirit, and consume her energy forever. He continued, step by step, roar after roar, before the internal force of the great mountain.

"Athair, there is the light, it is the dalisa!

The woman saw the light, but it rested from the final path of the lake. I reach this, but a giant stone fell on top of it, opening the wet path, and burning the depth of a deadly fall,

"Jump Leyra!"

The woman thought about it more than twice, but this time she did not wait any longer she jumped, and fell right on the precipice on the other side, she slipped with the cliff and her legs were hanging between the cold fall, and the hands of her holding on as she could. She looked back and all the land was consumed by derumbe and discodia, she doesn't have much time, it was certain death. As she could, she leaned from her, her arms weakened from her, she managed to raise her body to the top, and when she touched the ground, she jumped towards the light, from the cavern, towards the exit of the Mountain.

When she opened her eyes, the woman contemplated that she had succeeded; she had escaped certain death, she had come out alive, she had survived the greatest lesson, she had witnessed a majesty, she had been blessed with powerful energy, and permeated with the purest waters on the planet, throughout her spirit.

She got up slowly, and breathed fresh air again. She saw the meadow again, saw the forest again, and understood that she was back in her path. Although, this time, the texture of reality changed forever. The colder region became fresh and renewed. Her heart stopped beating rapidly, and within her, came a gentle wave of calm and fullness. A canvas of purity and clarity arrived; invading her renewed spirit of her, her reborn soul. Her sense of fear disappeared, while her abundance began to blossom, showing miracles in the foreground of her, for she was grateful. She grateful for her youth. Grateful for her way. Grateful for her mind. Grateful for her new horizon, her new journey. Her new life.