Daughters of The King

CHAPTER III: AN ENDLESS WAR (1)

CHAPTER III: AN ENDLESS WAR (1)

"Don't worry" says the woman, “I'll visit her later.”

 “Come on sister!” asks Ceres.” You´ve just arrived! If it´s not now, when?”

“Don´t you think it´ll be too emotional?” replied Amara. “We´re both fragile now.”

“Nonsense Amara!” Ceres replied. “My mother really misses you; you know you´re the one who understand her the most. She knows very well you´re here, and you´ve seen her every year! Don´t break her heart, ¡let’s go!”

The women initiated her journey towards the inside of the fortress, riding the beautiful white horse, who came to them with a whistle from the golden princess; the same horse once given by her mother, upon her sixteen rimerians. She missed being in her kingdom, she dreamed of standing with her people again. For even if Aramordt had fallen, a home dwelt among the people.

The sisters went across and inside the surroundings of their parents’ new castle, the Refuge of Aramordt. They passed through it all. Every step they took was slower, for the brightness of the marvelous city born only from the chaos and shadows, meant something for their future steps. Steps, that now were shining their path; reflecting at them, with people who made round of applauses as they passed by. Astonished, at the miracle of seeing them together. Fighting side by side, as it once was, as it should´ve kept. Their image fulfilled the natives´ hearts with hope, in the face of great adversity. And her beautiful smiles, were that light of the bright horizon they all needed. Guiding them towards triumph; towards the right face to confront this endless war, just as people dreamt princess would bring back the gold sands of their ancient kingdom, until they took separate ways, for their journey needed different paths. But right now, it was one. The same fears, the same joys. The same dreams

They reached the final rooms; the highest upon the castle. The daughters then, after a singular entrance of woods and royal flowers, found the Abode of Leyra. A beautiful dome suspended at the top of the great refuge, where the view of the entire region was carefully glimpsed, and the battle was observed perfectly.

The princesses went in, since the entrance remain open on the day. And amidst a beautiful purple seat of roses, was the queen of all nations; the daughter of all parades, the sister of all glades, the duchess of all forests, Leyra Aramordt.

“My daughters!” exclaim the woman, hugging her daughters. “I missed you so much! How are you? Amara, thanks to all heavens you're finally here!”

“I missed you too, mother” exclaims Amara.

“You´re not going away anymore!” exclaims Leyra. “I tell you the same thing every single year. We need you here! Come on, let´s get you something to drink, shall we?”

The golden daughter examined the beautiful dome, and saw the widest view she ever saw in her life. The whole desert was visible; the vicissitudes of the region were clearly portrayed; just as clear, as the colossal battle displaying forefront.

“Wine?”

“Mother come on” exclaims Ceres. “We´re here to talk to you.” 

“Well, we can drink and talk” exclaims the queen. “It was a tradition in Anaís to drink with your daughter when the sunset presents itself.”

“Where is my father?” Amara asks.

"Oh, my baby" exclaims Leyra, "your father is still at the front; you know, his favorite place. I guess, he´s going to cross the night there, once again. The enemy is unbearable, is unstoppable. Too many Glonds*, too much energy. Zaura's power is second to none. Hence, I´m celebrating! Because tonight, is my last night in here. Tomorrow, I will return to war, and I don´t believe I´ll return.”

“I know these people are asking you for this” asks Ceres. “But do you think you should do that, mother? The last time was too dangerous.”

"Well I´m a dangerous queen, my daughter" Leyra answers. “I won´t let your father fight this without his beloved by his side, not while she´s still alive. I´m actually, enthusiastic for this because of hm. His cause is still present, and his fire burns more than ever. He is truly inspired.”

“It's the right time, then”

"So it seems, Amara," exclaims the queen. “But enough about the war, tell me my daughter, did you get something to Ada?”

“Indeed, mother” responds Amara. “I was with her all day. She can´t stop talking about your stories!”

"She is a very good girl, incredibly intelligent" says Leyra. “She´s more quiet than usual, though; keen to distance. You must be closer to her.”

“I try to” exclaims Amara. “You act like you don´t know what my duty is.”

"Is there a duty more valuable than your daughter´s company?” asks Leyra. “I have had no problem in taking care of her, she is doing fine; but something is missing on her. She still cannot project her powers.”

“Do you think, it´s something serious?” Amara asks.

"It shouldn't be something for us to worry about" Leyra answers. “She is a girl who has grown up with so much pressure. War is not the best place for her own goods to flourish.”

Amara lowered her head, with the de saddest gesture. Leyra grabbed her declining jaw, and lifted it up, gently.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, my daughter" Leyra says. “You are giving the best you can”

"These are not the conditions I wanted for her” exclaims Amara, through her tears.

“I know daughter; I know” responds the queen. “I didn't want this for my granddaughter either, although, she is destined to be our greatest treasure. A foreseen sound of hope, since the light seeks her, and she seeks the light. She´s destined to be something big. If we do not go through this pain, we will not be able to know the vision of our fate. We must be vigilant. Only for the best, looks Elgoneth.”

And suddenly, as soon as the older sorceress said the name of the deity, Amara lost her clear sight; quickly fell the weakness in her knees, and her eyes got too bright. Light was losing her among the currents of matter, and her spirit was floating in mysticism and nostalgia along the rhythm from the creation of everything.

The golden daughter passed out; and between the hole of an incandescent light, the consciousness of the women caught itself back to the currents of reality, with the help of a bridge acting as the sweetest voice.

“Amara?” says the queen. “You have the light in your eyes, do you feel good?”

"I just need to sit down, mother. That's all."

Ceres and Leyra went down to the second level of the dome where there was a small room. Here, Leyra slept when she returned from the great battle. Amara then stayed in bed with her mother.

"I'm going to leave," exclaims Ceres. “I think you´ll both be better alone.”

"It´s okay daughter" responds the queen.

Once Ceres closed the door, Leyra turned to Amara, for she could tell she was feeling better.

“How do you feel?”

“I´m better mother, thanks” responds Amara.

"You lost it when I said my father's name" exclaims the queen. “You´ve been seeing him lately, haven't you?”

“He shows in my dreams” responds Amara. “I think he's trying to tell me something”

“I believe the same” exclaims Leyra.  “But I think it´s more personal than you´d consider. At times, is in the end of the road, where the answers can be found.”

The queen of the forests bowed her head and directed her concern towards the abyss of the war, towards the final battle. She got up and approached her balcony, in the cold wind of the treacherous and late afternoon. Amara got out of bed, and stood right next to her mother. Something was out of place.

“What's wrong, mother?” asks the golden daughter.

"There is something I need to tell you, Amara" Leyra answers. “I think you're the one who needs to listen it. I need to tell someone, about this. But it may not be to from your liking.”

The golden daughter took a deep breath; she swallowed the bitter syllables. She knows her mother pretty well. Her throat was gnawing with fear. Her mind craved for impatience. She knew exactly, what she was about to discuss.

"Rita was here, last night" continues the queen.

“Here? In your sacred dome?”

"We weren´t talking in here" the queen replies. “Upon the smallest mound you see below us, there is a small lake, with a twisted nature.  I know she herself spawned, for there is no way it could be made by any nature other than dark magic. That is where she appears, on the waters.”

“From them?” exclaims Amara.

"From them, and above them" answers the queen. “It´s a portal from the Kingdom of Ashes, up to here. It´s an impure energy, Amara, I´ve seen it. Around them, it is where she is willing to have a dialogue. On the cold sand of this lost mound, and poisoned desert.”

“Well then, tell me. What are you waiting for?” exclaims the golden daughter. “What happened?”