Legends of Kepler: Aramordt II

CHAPTER I: THE MISSING SON (2)

CHAPTER I: THE MISSING SON (2)

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.

In fact, it was bigger. It was inside the capsule, but the capsule did not feel moving, in realidae it felt like it was buried. In my right hand I only had the writings, in my left hand the Book of Leyra, which has taught me impressive things, and on my forehead a stain of blood was gushing out, leaving clear a wound, perhaps due to the impact of the cabin on the surface. The calendar inside the capsule was quite 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 It represented a translation of about 4 calendar years (based on your modern Gregorian calendar the which I learned from the same stranger). But I really don't know how long it had happened, because this capsule was traveling at an inexplicable distance. I know I was in a place very far from my star, but at the same time I felt that we belonged to something mutual.

These two planets were very very similar, physically and energetically. I managed to push one of the doors and the pod opened its entrance. Immediately, what I remember is receiving an incredibly bright light. I suppose that being asleep for 4 years had made me accustomed only to the light of my imagination and my dreams. I grabbed the writings and the book and I dared to go out, with my legs trembling I remember clearly, before 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 that 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 afraid, and very cold, despite the fact that 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. So, 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. 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

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.”

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.