CHAPTER VII: BEGINNING OF ALL ENDS (2)
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CHAPTER VII: BEGINNING OF ALL ENDS (2)
Emerita followed the footsteps and purple traces, astonished, for as she followed them, the chaos left behind became frightening. Dozens of fallen trees; a cracked earth, purple flames over the leaves; a fire all around. An inordinate fury, an immeasurable pain. The trail pointed to the only place he could go for; the Palace of Aravir.
She climbed the small mountain, reached the top, where the bluish light formed towards the entrance of the crystal castle. She reached the top of the mountain, and the path of light was formed before her eyes.
She crossed the path of brightness, and got to the palace; since the gates were open. As soon as she gets inside, she hears an eerie sound of glass breaking aloud. Crystals felling, one after another. She knew immediately where the dejected god was.
The woman hurried to the pretended room, and found the worst. A room flooded in purple blood; full of broken mirrors, and lightly currents of energy, dancing as short circuit around the room. On her view was Arac, kneeled, breathing aggressively; bumping his heat out, jabbing his soul. Holding fragment of mirrors; scattered within the room.
"Arac, it's me," exclaims Emerita. “I'm here”
"No, you aren’t, Emerita!" Arac replies. “Why can´t you see it? You are a human, a mortal. There is nothing you can do for me.”
“How are you going to say that? “responds Emerita. “Don't you believe in me anymore?”
"I do believe in you, but as what you are. A mortal.” exclaims Arac. “Don’t make his any harder. You are of no use to me for what I need; not any longer. I am alone in this.”
"You are not!" responds Emerita. “You never have! You have me! You have us! You sttill don't get it, do you?! There's hope through us! There’s a family inside me!
“What are you talking about?” asks Arac.
“Why do you think I was in that damn meeting for?” responds Emerita. “You think I wanted to be there? Do you think I wanted to see that i***t deny you like that?! Elgoneth asked me to be there! And I agreed, because I need to tell you something.
The woman knelt in front of the god of violet realms; she raised his crestfallen face with both hands, and with tears in her eyes, gave him some unexpected news.
"I'm pregnant," exclaims the woman.
The god's mind suddenly went blank, and his voice remained silent. She couldn't process the moment.”
“I knew you won’t say anything. You don't mind, because I'm a baggage to you, right?” exclaims the woman, with a broken voice.
"My love, don't say that," the god replies.” How can you be an obstacle, when I have told you I want to build an empire with you? You know well you were always in my plans; this doesn’t bother me. It's just–I wasn´t prepared for that. I didn't think that was going to happen so fast. I didn´t thought this blessing would come now. How do you know this?”
"Elgoneth confirmed it to me in the shadows of the tree, moments before you arrived," the woman replies. “I didn't want to tell you anything, because I knew you were focused on her. But I knew it Arac. I'd felt it since we saw that night, but for me, it was too much. I was with this anxiety, it didn´t seemed right; but the truth shouted everything to me. It was telling me something, Arac. These were the plans that life had for me, and I cannot be happier! He will have our baby! He’ll be the initiate of the new race! Just like you said.”
The woman hugged the god, who was still squandering the sadness that crumbled him at his previous defeat; although, his eyes shone again from this new dream, turned into reality. A beautiful new path, he shared with the princess.
Suddenly, a heavy presence was felt in the place. At them, a spectrum was looking behind them.
“Would you like to explain me, Arac” exclaims the being, “the spectacle you’ve shown before my eyes?”
"Sir, excuse me," responds Arac. “I could not contain myself.”
"I need to speak with you, immediately! “exclaims the being. “Give us a moment, Emerita.”
Arac then, got up with his princess, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and went towards the architect of life. He knew a lecture was coming. They to the balconies of the palace; on the edge of them, they appreciated the horizon of the island, which was flashing a beautiful fall of dawn; inviting them to the evening parade. To the celebration of change.
"I didn't like your reaction at all," says the supreme god. “My sister felt everything, and has remain nervous for a while.”
"I'm sorry sir, I couldn't control myself," Arac replied, "I just can't believe she chose the fool over me. That throne was made for me; this kingdom was mine. What am I going to do now? I'm sorry sir, but the light’s will, is not being fair with me.”
"How could you say that? Look at you!" responds Elgoneth. “Look at the palace you have built! Look at the gifts I have blessed you with! You have a beautiful woman who loves you, who is committed your side. And from the birth of your child, the new era of sorcerers, the Wonderful Solarians, will begin. Your race will be far more powerful than the possible lineage of Amsiret and Marlina. I know it’s not just what you wanted, but you can't have it all, my son. Instead, you will have the best! The most powerful earthlings for all of existence. Your name will never be forgotten! Everything is balanced, my son. Maybe it wasn't in your way to marry my sister, but don't think I didn't have great plans for you. Everything in this life depends on the perspective that we decide to choose, and if you look closely, you are more fortunate than your brother. For whilst is true he has been blessed to be the king of this nation, he will also be demanded as one, and his liability upon his path will be greater ever. He would need to prove his ability, forever.”
"Meanwhile you, take care of your new heritage, and command the art you love the most, war.” exclaims Elgoneth. “Is far more appropriate for you, and you’ll enjoy it like a child; for the general of the army, must be the stronger of the two, and that is you."
"The army, my lord?" asks Arac.
"Indeed." replies Elgoneth. “From the deepest, mythical forests of this island, I will beget three hundred sorcerers; birth with Egmeon’s blessing. The first warriors of this nation; two hundred men, one hundred women. I had already birth half of them, and allocated as guardians of the Castle of Adnia; protectors of the kings. Although, the other half, is yet to be born. They will be the best soldiers. Reserved just for you, and for the formation of the new battle legion. I would rise them from the fertile lands, and my own spirit would sentence them, to be loyal to you until the calling of your death.”
“When do you intend to do this, sir?” asks Arac.
“Tonight”
Thus, as nightfall arrived, Elgoneth rose above the air of the crystal palace; headed northeast, upon the dark green of the Forest of Sogni; an unnatural place, upon the island. Despite its strange energies, it had the most fertile soils, for the successful foundations for the manifestation of the magical. And with the electrical fists of blue powers, the one hundred and fifty soldiers were born from the humid earth; displaying gusts of variety, cobalt colors. Followed as walkers, who undertook their immediate journey to the Palace of Aravir.
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