Legends of Kepler: Aramordt II

CHAPTER III: EYES OF FIRE (3)

CHAPTER III: EYES OF FIRE (3)

It reminds me a lot of my visions as a child, when I could be flooded in the infinite amplitude of the cosmos while my Mother sang to me the songs left by the stars to our first ancestors. It is a place beautiful, and I have had the good fortune to adapt to it quite quickly, many times I think this was planned. I feel as if they have been waiting for me here for a long time, Which sounds like real insanity.

The young man then, satted in a wooden chair, beneath the tabern of chaos and destruction; as he went crestfallen. Although this one was still sweet and excited. He sat down, as his companions found him immediately; the lcompany stood there, in the hidden room, and teh prince began to delight them with a story they had never heard in their lives. Among the music of the wrong night. It began in a distant realm, between the currents of the unknown and the forgotten

“Veroden is a siege of Etheleom and it was practically a military base, a deaquarter. Well, it was the first point inside the kingdom. It worked like a giant lantern, and there was a small town. Aramordt invaded the base, declaring war on Etheleom, the kingdom of Aramordt attacked the base for 3 days, took possession of the base, and Bradomir's attackers had not yet reached the war. They arrived one night in the woods and attacked the kingdom by surprise, knocking down the great war as it happened at an unexpected moment. In the area there were 50 draons and Sirdenner's army began to demolish them all, some rebelled against Hera because they asked for withdrawal and Hera did not authorize it and that made the red dragon challenge Hera and Hera destroyed her skull. He defeated her and crushed her skull. There Leyra received the letters, and there was Count Sahir, who wrote the third paragraph. The paragraph of divine mercy.

Bradomir ravages Aramordt, reconquers Veroden and forces Aramordt's retreat from the base, Sirdenner is proud of this, because they destroy the dragons and fear inflicted on them before the war whispering that it was an army impossible to defeat, and the women said that on the most silent nights, the cries of the women of Veroden are heard.

For what the triumph was considered a very high triumph overcoming mythology and legend, at which came King Midha. He looked at everything he had seen, they saw what he had achieved and Bradomir looked at him and the king said the order was to attack Aramordt.

"Sir?" the disowned men asked.

"To Aramordt." The king's incredulity answered.

Bradomir then, got too upset and considered the decision absurd and in front of everyone, Bradomir shouted to the King that this was not the right decision. Not the right decision my lord!

"I did not ask you if my decision is correct or not." The king answered. “They are the orders of your king and therefore you must take them as Colonel of this reign. Or do I invite you not to do it again, man of the north? "

"Sir, excuse me, what you are asking is very dangerous. Not only that, it is disrespectful. Exclaims Bradomir. “Aramordt is an impenetrable force on a suicide mission sir.

"It is not." The man replied.

They are mentally knocked down, they are scared because their dragons are nothing more than pets, and we know their weak points perfectly well, we will attack aramordt, knock down the king, and then we will send reinforcements to conquer Aramordt. But Sirenner must shine, attack when they least expect it. It's a leak, it's gonna work

"No l will notsir! My men are tired it has been days of war! You must give them permission,

"I already said no,!

An immedaite silence follow through; before the solider come up with an idea.

"Sir, why don't we ask Count Sahir, the highest representative of Verden, what he thinks is the most logical thing for his city to do. What if Aramordt has already left for here? Are they not more interested in the defense of their people?

"Sahir?"

"We are more interested in the wise decisions of our King. It's what you order, sir. So we will have to face it."

"What?" assk Bardomir

"You see!" responsds the king. " It's done then! This noehce will invade Aramortd, and the legend will fall.

Sirvenner attacks Aramordt, and challenges him but the King counterattacks the battle and forces Sirvenner's men to retreat. The attack had failed

Bradomir returned to the headquartersq, and shouted to the King and told him that his idea had not worked and that the battle had been left, The King only declared his departure the next day, and ordered Bradomir to wait until the third day, and there return. Why do you want this sir?

"For decisive and strategic reasons."

In a few words I want to sacrifice you to gain time and if they fall into the anxiety suddenly you die but you resist and more and I can attack Verroden,

The King's plan was to battle in VEeroden because he knew that there , he could win and counterattack, and open a leak in Aramordt.

That night Bradomir met Sahir helping the people and sent more Scythians to Aramordt to reconsider for their people. Bradomir found him and called him a traitor and an accuser and a hypocrite and then they planned the strategy. For three days they told him the whole idea of rebellion and resistance, and how a new order could emerge, and that this war would probably come to the good to inflict on the destruction of the kingdom, and probably a resistance will arise and become the new one. Queen of Ehteleom, the great battle would be against aramordt that a unified people would be able to conquer and assassinate the king in battle, consecrate herself as the owner of the dragons and new queen of the north.

Bradomir leaves on the third day and they plan a whole logistics to start the idea of the rebellion in Etheleom, the people were already prepared and everyone loved Bradomir, who was the leader of his entire nation. He knew that he had the people with him, and this gave him confidence.

He started quietly and on the fourth day he had a whole community allied to him, and when he said that they had killed Sahir and that Aramordt had burned Veroden and completely destroyed the city, and now they were coming for them. And he found out that Sahir had died, he formed the rebellion, they attacked some main counts of Ehteleomy, and a good town in the capital of the capital was the side wooden bar, while the bells of the rebellion rang and a good man chose exile, the people were faced to make a decision to stay in the fortress of Etheleom or to follow the Blue Lions to an adventure and a great new nation. Lions of Luxury, the beings that transport souls in these realms, and guide them.”

I guess this is the part of the story that I should get into. My name is Ada, I am already 24 years old. I am on a very distant planet, where I have managed to obtain close experiences with other types of human beings who manage to assimilate a lot to the natives of my planet. I belong to a caring group, or tribes (as we call them in a quite warm and tropical area. As for the place, it is an infinitely large area although I am located in the coastal areas of the land, having the opportunity to appreciate the splendid horizon every day. days, ingratiating myself with the rise and fall of the most dazzling star I have ever seen and also, a deep moon at night where I find a connection with my antiquity, when I manage to see the dim stars and the parade of thousands of stars that appear in this place, as if they knew that we were observing it.

I have been living here for 14 years. I have dedicated myself to understanding the culture of these beings, and I have had the opportunity to explore their behaviors and survival methods and I dare say that they are not as different as those of my star. They have certain essential limitations, but they are definitely guided by their hearts and feelings more than anything else. They give me hope to continue spreading the teaching of love taught to me by my mother and grandmother. All that you have read in these writings are authentic narratives and tales of Leyra, The Mother of the Forests and Queen of the World by Kepler; my grandmother.

We have taken the time to translate all these writings, thanks to the help of an outsider which I will describe in a few moments, and I have dedicated myself these last years to organize this story, with which I have fallen in love, and with which it means everything. for me. I have found no other purpose of being here alive, as the only survivor of my star, other than to tell the story of it, in order to disseminate its future teachings and reflections on the natural course that a kingdom of creatures can take. , and how complicated everything can become, just by not following our conscience, which is the energy cord we have with life. For this reason, I have dedicated my years to this project so that it reaches the hands of the kings and queens of this star; Only in this way can we spread this impact msg. You need to know a little more about me.

I came to this planet as I said earlier a few years ago; I understand why Oasis envisioned migrating to this place. It is quite a livable region, in fact I would say it is more livable than my planet. Its atmosphere is pleasant, its climate is generally suitable (except for some storms but nothing compared to dangerous Kepler storms), there is a great abundance of natural resources and a great abundance of marine creatures, of which I consider unique on this planet. When I woke up, I felt bigger. In fact, it was bigger. It was inside the capsule, but the capsule didn't feel moving, it actually felt like it was buried.

On my right hand I only had the writings, on my left hand the Book of Leyra, which has taught me impressive things, and on my forehead a bloodstain sprouted, making clear a wound perhaps due to the impact. The calendar inside the capsule was strange, the truth is that the entire capsule had codes and words that I had never seen before, but the numbers were very similar. I was able to make a similarity in which I compared the Rimerian numbers and the Oasis numbers, and I was able to conclude that it really had been about 2-3 Rimerian years, which represented