CHAPTER II: THE GOLDEN DAUGHTER (2)
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CHAPTER II: THE GOLDEN DAUGHTER (2)
Although, involuntarily probing through the pockets of her green hood, she found a small crystal. Inside of it, laid a green potion. An energy from the vegetative essence. Prepared with the purest Eldrįner seeds; protected by the diamond crystal. This internal energy helped regulate the body temperature, and its steam was integrated into the person's organs. It had healing properties, for it cleaned and rearranged disjointed tissues. She could not claim that this would totally heal the lord, but she knew that, at least in her consciousness, she would be calmer having brought her help.
"Give me your hand" the woman exclaims to the boy.
The boy gives his right hand to the woman, and the mystical princess presents her with the vegetative potion she had found.
"The water inside of this crystal, is blessed with the purest rivers of Eldrįner" says the golden daughter. “Give this to your father, and Elgoneth will shed good health on him.”
"Still," she continues, "I cannot guarantee that your father will come out of this alive, that is why I am giving this will to you now, because I know you can do it."
“But, how?” asks the boy.
"With love and with faith" the woman replies. “Face your father's situation with optimism; sow good intentions, and this power will triple for your favor. Remember, all that it is, are only circumstances. In an instant, everything could change for the better. All you have to do is give it to him, with the purest of your energies, and the sky will be with you.”
She grabbed his white horse, climbed nimbly on it, and started to go at full speed; apologizing to the foolish elder elf, whom still was insisting the woman to stay. She really wanted to keep helping, but this time it was about her family. This time, it was about her daughter.
The princess then, headed for the horizon. She saw from the heights of Eldrįner, the descent towards the Region of Neftalí, directed, towards the endless desert. She continued her way, and descended the steep path of dirt; the long road of the Deolom Hills.
On a twilight moon, she was speeding down the precipitous path, until she reached the surface of the desert. While in it, she headed further south, where the concentrations of the Light Team were. The surviving team from his father's old kingdom.
The dark side of war was disturbing; in the middle of the arid desert, the golden princess watched the rays and explosions of the great battle from the distance. The impetuous magnetic field of plasma, covering the place.
Approaching the area of the concentration, the place was illuminated by the light of the locating lighthouse of Eros; the man had been awake all night, for he knew perfectly well that it was in this day, his beloved was about to arrive.
He went downstairs quickly, identifying at the top the lighthouse that it was her. Until arriving, at the exit of it.
He left the lighthouse, and watched his beloved in the distance; in the cold night air, as he tied his horse in one of the makeshift stables of the refuge.
Eros ran to where his beloved was. He was not delusional. This time, she was really there.
"I thought I wouldn't see you again" says the man. “I've missed you too much!”
"I've already noticed, my love" the woman replies. “I've missed you too. Where is my baby?”
Behind the father, shy from the darkness, the presence of a shining girl is denoted; her black hair danced in the strong desert winds.
“Ada?” Amara says. “Daughter? It´s me, my love! I am here!”
The girl gradually approaches her parents, realizing, it was indeed her mother. She drops her bear toy, her aunt had made for her, and she runs off into the arms of her mother, crying.
"I missed you so much, mommy!"
“I´ve missed you more, my girl!” shouts Amara. “I´ve missed you more.”
“Don't go mommy!” the girl says between tears. “Please don't go any more!”
"Oh my daughter," exclaims Amara. “You're going to make me cry! You know I´m here to celebrate with you! I don't want this sadness between us. Let's celebrate! You won't believe what I brought you.”
“What mother?”
“Blueberries!” Amara exclaims. “I have never tried them, and I want us to taste them together!”
The woman gets out of her bag, all the berries that she had brought. And another small bag, where she was hidden something. A diamond necklace, made by the elves of Eleanor, designed exclusively for her daughter. In the center of it, was the first letter of the Rimėrian Handwriting. The letter A.
“For my name mommy?” Ada asks.
“And for mine, too” she answers. “You and I will always be together. You and I will always be one, and with this necklace, I will always be with you. It doesn't matter what happens around you. I will always be here for you, my daughter.
"Look, the dawn is coming soon!" she kept going. “Happy birthday my daughter!
The dawn carried with it a great breeze in the middle of the infinity of the desert. Enlightening them, and the clarity of a small castle that Amara had not noticed.
"Are my parents there now?" asks the princess.
"Yes" exclaims Eros, "you know your father needs a throne wherever he goes."
"Ugh," Amara replies. “Don't talk to me about thrones, Eros. Do you know where my sister is?”
“She was in Zone C the last time I saw her” he replies. “But are you leaving? Aren't you going to spend time with me?”
“Of course, but now, is not the right time” answers the woman.
"Sweetheart, I've waited for you for a whole year" says the man. “If now is not the time, tell me, when will it be?”
"Eros don't get sentimental now" Amara replies. “I'm not saying that I'm not going to spend time with you, I'm just saying that right now is not the appropriate time. I need to see my sister; I should see my mother, and I should do it now.”
“But my love”
“I promise I'll talk to you later, okay?” Amara says. “Just, let me discuss something important with them first.
"Fine" Eros replies. “Just don't take too long.”
Amara ran as fast as she could to the third refuge area, of her exiled kingdom. She needed to find her sister, for her instincts told her to. She passed through the first two areas; some pilasters of the refuge were fallen. The ground was still wet. There were open campaigns, where they tried to restore the tissues of the wounded in battle. The distant war seemed to be a real m******e.
She reached zone number three, Zone C, and ran into some of her former companions. She greeted them all, while still looking all around; searching for her sister's campaign.
Passing muddy trails, she was distracted by the sounds of the distant battle. She sat on a stone where the fearsome lights of war loomed at a distance; attack and defense rays. It was the Great Interdimensional Battle.
She was thinking about the amount of energy going on there, and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a familiar presence reappeared.
"I thought you wouldn't let us see your face again, my sister."
“Ceres! I've been looking for you everywhere!” Amara shouts. “Do the sounds of the battle never cease?”
"Never, sister" answers Ceres. “The war is more arduous than ever.”
“How are we doing?”
"It's hard to say" Ceres responds. “Zaura has dominance at the moment, but the fronts of her army are weakened; our people have more strength, more energy, more courage.
"Though in here, Aramordt is weak," she continues. “In fact, this one is infected.”
"Infected?"
Suddenly, Ceres grabs the left part of her abdomen, denoting an intense pain in her.
“What's wrong?” Amara asks.
"I'm hurt" says Ceres.
“Why don't you say anything?!” answers the golden daughter.
Amara immediately, sat her underground, and leaned her toward the stone; resting her back on it. She checked her rib, and she had a severe infection.
"It's an acid," says Ceres. “Coming from the Glonds, and their weapons. They have dark magic, now in their technology.”
"I wanted to ask you," continues the king's eldest daughter, "did you bring again potions from Eldrįn? This time it can help me.”
At that moment Amara remembered the potion she gave to the elves, just before leaving. And she was very angry, for she would´ve preferred trillion times to give this to her sister instead. She was seriously injured.
“No sister, I don't have any.” Amara exclaims. “I'm sorry.”
"Don't worry" Ceres exclaims. “Actually, I was thinking of going to my mother to ask her for one. Which reminds me, have you gone to see her yet?”
"No, I haven't gone yet," Amara replies.
“What do you say if you come with me, and we both visit her? You know she would be very happy to see you.”
Although, the golden daughter listened to her intuition and for some reason, it shouted she shouldn´t try to see her mother. Or at least, not at that time. And it was very strange for her, for before she was there, she dreamed of the idea of hugging her mother again. But some strange energy indicated that it was not the best for either of them. Still, she didn´t want to hurt her sister´s feeling, and the idea of seeing the queen of all the legends, remained as good antidote for her mind.
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