Legends of Kepler: Aramordt II

CHAPTER IV: THE WOLVEN REALM (2)

CHAPTER IV: THE WOLVEN REALM (2)

The town was sustained mainly by the wealth extracted by the King. Gold, copper, platinum, maltese and emeralds of all color gammas were offered to the towns, to turn the states into small cities, with detailed structures and designs, apart from the payment to the small governors who promised forts and militias for defense from all points of the empire. A fearsome kingdom, indestructible by any terrestrial.

When the last of his daughters reached the 16 rimerian springs, Agameus ordered all his daughters to disperse to their corresponding estates by hereditary right. He ordered them to reign, govern, influence, negotiate and mainly, relate to her people and find a man worthy of her hand. For Agameus, he had f*******n romantic relationships with any of his daughters. It was not going to be, until the last of them was ready, for all of them to go out in search of the autonomy of their lives. For the one who will demonstrate the best leadership, was to be her name sealed from her as the rightful heir to the entire Gloen kingdom. For Agameo, age did not matter but maturity in his actions.

The personality and character of his daughters would prove to which she was chosen to erect the great throne. A judgment that he himself wished to impart, through the obvious. Well, the obvious to him was the indisputable. It was a question that he wanted to resolve while he was alive and placed on sacred parchment. He was not going to allow such a generational effort to obtain so much wealth and power to be thrown overboard. Nothing guaranteed or won for anyone; all equally, they had to demonstrate which was the most suitable for the position.

She couldn't do it with her strength, so she opened the leader's book, exclaiming a spell that forced the living crystal to retract. The panicked woman caught the glass with the book, resting it on one of its pages, while her hands bled. She got up as fast as she could, desperately trying to find a way out of the obvious catastrophe that was happening inside the mountain. She could not find an exit from the cave, but she did find a hole, which was covered with an earthy mud. She emanated a greenish light that opened the hole, and allowed him to see a blue light at the end of it, it was a small tunnel.

But the woman screamed in agony, because of her bleeding hand, especially after emanating the spell. She ripped a piece of her dress off, she placed it in his hand and began to crawl down the small tunnel as fast as she could. Until suddenly, without realizing it, the floor of the tunnel cracked, causing her to fall into an even more extenuating depth; running through steep paths of earth and moisture, and reached the firm ground of a small mound of earth, she got up, and looked back. Everything was collapsing, in front of her, there was a very long lake, but with stones in the middle of the road.

Athair, where are you?

"I'm here! You must continue, but you must be careful, this lake is full of impure souls in it. You must not fall, or you will be dragged into her gloom and her endless judgment.

“I thought that the pure souls of Inhorem rested here?

On this mountain rest any kind of souls, I don't know which ones are nice and which ones aren't, but their energy doesn't bring me anything good. There is no time, saklta among the stones!

The woman began to skilfully jump over the rocks, as agile as she could, she slipped herself, and hideous hands came out of the depths, dragging part of her dress, pulling her into misery. The woman released a flurry of golden lights, which hit the ghastly wraiths as she managed to jump to the next stone.

“I don't see the Athair exit!

Follow! It is there!

The subsoil of it trembled strongly, and the rosy matter inside it fell from above. She jumped stone by stone, traversing the immortal path, of those souls who wished to devour her spirit, and consume her energy forever. He followed, step by step, roar after roar, before the internal force of the great mountain.

“Athair, there is the light, it is the Dalisa!

The woman saw the light in the distance, but it was resting on the final path of the lake. She got to it, but a giant stone fell on top of her, opening the wet path, and tearing the depth of a deadly fall,

“Salta Leyra”

The woman thought about it more than twice, but she didn't wait any longer, she jumped, and fell right into the precipice on the other side, she slipped on the cliff and her legs hung between the cold fall, and the hands of her holding on as best she could. She looked back and all the land was consumed by the collapse and discodia, she doesn't have much time, it was certain death.

As she could, she leaned on her weakened arms, she managed to raise her body to the top, and when she touched the ground, she jumped towards the light, from the cavern, towards the exit of the cave. Mountain.

When she opened her eyes, the woman saw that she had made it; she had escaped certain death, she had come out alive, she had survived the greatest lesson, she had witnessed majesty, she had been blessed with powerful energy, and imbued with the purest waters on the planet, for all her spirit.

She got up slowly, breathing fresh air again. She saw the meadow again, she saw the forest again, and she understood that she was once again in her path. Although, this time, the texture of reality changed forever. The coldest region became fresh and renewed. Her heart stopped beating rapidly, and within her, a gentle wave of calmness and fulfillment came. A canvas of purity and clarity arrived; invading her renewed spirit, her reborn soul. Her sense of fear disappeared, while her abundance began to blossom, showing miracles in her foreground, as she was grateful. She grateful for her youth. Grateful for her path. Grateful for her mind. Grateful for her new horizon, her new journey. Her new life.

“Athair?”

She didn't understand how you did this, but you did it Leyra! You did it!

"I feel different

It is because you are different, your soul has been purified. YOUR spirit has been renewed. Your life has been rehabitated from youth. Leyra, your days will be eternal, from now on, your spirit has unlocked earthly immortality.

But how?

Do not know! But I suspect that the water you drank has helped, your physical condition will be full of youth, until the end of time. I have never heard of anything like this, you are truly destined for something great.

What do you think my father will say about this?

Exactly the same, he has guided you, to this only path. He has guided me, he has told you these words. Well, this is your true legion, your true mission,

"Father, can't you see how unfair this is to me?" -claims Rosa- "This is the kind of embarrassment that you put me through. Thirty-six springs, without a partner without choosing my mandate and being your first daughter."

"Rosalina, daughter. This is why I am giving you Elietcel, the most organized of my states. I have already mentioned you, I am not looking for age or chronology. I am looking for maturity, attitude and love in this Kingdom. Seeing you whimsically and infallibly demanding a reign which you never fought or shed blood for, is the reason why I want equity among my heirs. With this you do not seem to show attitude for this enormous responsibility, and you disappoint me. But still, I believe in you. You are the one who has more experience, and this is what you must value and take into consideration. "

"I cannot believe this or what you are telling me. The neighboring kingdoms have had it consecrated through the centuries that the firstborn is the one who has the direct right to inherit the throne. An opportunity like the one that, at the time, yourself You saw "

"Well, that's the way it is, this is not another one of those kingdoms. This is Gloen, an empire, a fortress. She has become so huge that I will not allow any daughter of mine to seize it; but rather the one who show greater courage, love and resilience. I became King because only I was left standing in the last of our battles. My brothers, my friends and my father died, and between tears and pain we raised this flag and became sovereign at last This is your chance, take it or leave it. "

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"But-"

"I will not speak any more. We have discussed this enough times. Take your horse and your sword, and go to your people. She exercises as the strong woman."

Gloen was a region rooted in chivalry and diplomacy. Full of men faithful to their King, like little ants serving their colony. A large and beautiful region, seized for years and several hundred miles, full of rivers, streams, and waterfalls; innumerable forests, hills and mountains, which enjoyed all kinds of exotic species. Fundamentally new and fresh ecosystems, embryos of life. Organisms meeting their first evolutionary steps, experimenting with their environments. Completely magical, sophisticated and mysterious creatures. Well, this kingdom had been slow to complement itself. Millennia of wars, thousands and thousands of men were sacrificed to have come to this great and unbreakable monarchy. Through his ancestors, the legitimate King Agameus inherited these wonderful lands; together with his beloved queen Eliz and his 12 excellencies of daughters, who were crowned as duchesses and eternal possessors of the immense empire.

Its parts were distributed equally, choosing from the first-born to the last of their daughters, the peoples and the different states corresponding to the King's judgment, and they swore reverence to them, and the soldiers of these nations, swore the loyalty paid with the life towards the sovereignty and eternal power of King Agameus. A superb king, however, and subtly self-centered. For there was no kingdom that competed or even dared to imagine fighting against such a huge and solidified kingdom through the centuries.