Legends of Kepler: Ancestral Kings

CHAPTER I: THE RISE OF THE HIDDEN ROOTS (1)

CHAPTER I: THE RISE OF THE HIDDEN ROOTS

The chaos inflicted his ways. The tragedy announced her lonely haze. The nuanced glory sunken beneath the destructive affair. A threat unreasonable for the eye, unjust by the affliction of their spirits. As it secluded the foretold tragedy of an unsought kingdom. A legitimate realm of painful roots; those who arouse in the imagery of the unknown and the uncalled. Nobody asked for this. Nobody dwelt against it. It was the unvisible danger, which arousal stealth as the high layers of mist and secession; a unique rotten hierarchy, covered by reasons from the ego of profound, from the vision of tainted hearts, from the impurity of corrupted minds.

A terrible malice domained their prayers. A trembling ground upheld the ascension of the King of all underground slayers, as he proclaims lordship all throughout the forests and rivers of Edigea. The new nation felt the fury of the forgotten one. The child that one saw the light within the leaves that grabbed the rays of the stars; the one land that promised him safeness, was now lacking of it because of his own beatific son. Raised by the women of the divine, as he derives his powers as columns of land and earth from above all edges of the five nations.

The columns fell. The houses flooded. The earth opened up as the surface became broken. The avenues cut in halfway. The streets yelled in destruction. The signs of the hecatomb were now singing in wrathful notes, as the never ending catastrophe took place with inherently intensity. Withhold with unbiased forms, and unveiled misery: faced with what was the unknown for a ten-year-old girl. I looked around and I was on a coast, by the sea. As soon as I got out, I saw an island in the distance, which looked quite large, full of bushes and forests. I looked back, and realized I was surrounded by the same thing. It was a very nice environment to tell the truth, but I just remember how everything felt so strange and incredibly unfamiliar to me. I was very scared, and very cold, even though it was a very warm environment. He didn't know what to do or what to say, and he didn't know what to think. 

I only remember that I wished it was all a dream and that I could wake up, to go back to my mother and father, my grandmother and my aunts. I wanted to go home. I understand that it sounds quite strange saying this, now knowing that my "home" really was a field of icy battles that paved the way for inevitable self-destruction. I know that it spawns in a time of wars and curses, emanations of evil and fury. But I do not know. I think I didn't pay attention to that when I was a child. I believe that when we are children, we can appreciate the light in the dark, as adults it is difficult for us. We have a mental predisposition to expect the negative side, because we know that everything has its price. But this childlike innocence is the one that fills us with love and hope, seeing your parents and grandparents as I saw them, I think it is the most heroic image with which someone possibly in this nearby cosmos can observe. And I had the joy of growing up and being raised with that img vivid example and her actions. 

Henceforth, I didn't know how to react when I was in a totally new universe, alone. I lay down on the warm sand and lay down in the shadow generated by the light of this impressive star when it overlooked the capsule, and lay down with the book and the writings, alone and heartbroken. Crying, I think it's the best I remember. I didn't know what was going to happen, I didn't know what had happened to my family and my planet, and I didn't know exactly what my role was in this whole thing, what exactly I should do here.

In that cry, I fell asleep. I got up again this time by the sound of some creatures called crabs, and I got up quickly. I understood that I should go into the forest and find a better refuge. Going into the forest, I began to look for clues of beings that might be able to help me. I wanted to find a being greater than me, who could guide or help me. 

But when I was sitting eating and looking at the stars, I had the hope or wish, rather, that another capsule was going to arrive. That my grandmother had managed to escape, or that my mother had managed to solve her problems with my aunt, and she was going to come. That it was impossible that they would send me alone, I was sure that someone would come from my world, in another capsule. Someone must have survived; and that she was not going to be alone in this. The image of my family was clear to me at that time, they were all very strong. And all his stories and legends left me astonished at his incredible audacity, I considered my grandparents as invincible beings and my aunts and my mother as myths and legends that everyone would talk about later.

 Perhaps because of this, it was not so difficult for me to imagine that they would come out of this one more time and that they would come to me, that they would fall from the skies with good news, and in my head I imagined how beautiful that How beautiful that moment was going to be, when I could see my grandmother and hug her and cry with joy. I could see my mother and fill her with kisses and jump with them with emotion, by experiencing firsthand what the triumph of my family represented. 

Rather, the triumph of Kepler, in the face of the imminence of evil and indifference. Knowing that we have won, that love has won and having the certainty that this endless war has ended. But this obviously would not be the case, I did not really know what had happened to my planet and my family. I didn't know what had happened to my grandparents, I didn't know who had won the war or who had lost it, and I definitely didn't know if they had survived, if even someone had survived. But at least, these anxious thoughts did not fill in my head, I just felt deep down that my family had triumphed, and that one day they were going to appear here, magically perhaps. All of these were thoughts of a ten-year-old girl, who kept her busy enough to unconsciously adjust to this new family, this new tribe. Nobody really bothered to ask me where she came from or what I was, (taking into account that she had reached her land on a space asteroid), for them, I was one more. And actually, it's the best thing that could happen to me. That allowed me to gradually leave behind what had happened, not to direct my attention so much to what had happened but rather to focus my energy on what was happening. And without realizing it, I was already integrating quite well. [...] It was quite curious something, which had me involved in confusion