Kings of Unra

CHAPTER I: CHILDREN OF HEAVEN, CHILDREN OF LIGHT (4)

CHAPTER: CHILDREN OF HEAVEN, CHILDREN OF LIGHT (4)

For the town of 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 each other. 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 blissful 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 firstborn 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.

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 fortresses and militias for defense from all points of the empire. A fearsome kingdom, indestructible by any terrestrial.

He headed for the ascent of Deolom. He carried whatever weapons he could, although in his mind, fear was already invading, and doubt.

Ceres from her side, tried to hit the witch and with it, the projected presence of the witch was interrupted. Rita vanished from her face, like ash.

"What is this ?!" Ceres exclaims.

"I'm not here sister," says a voice in Ceres's mind. I never was.

"If you're not here where the hell are you ?!"

Ahead, the giant dragon faded to ash as well. Allowing the general to observe in detail the catastrophe that was happening in the north. And immediately the princess had a suffocating lump in her throat as she witnessed the beginning of the end of Eldrįner.

A blazing fire covered the area. And a black smoke of despair, of fear, of terror, completely seized the heights. Ceres grabbed a horse, left his position, and sped toward the burning elven kingdom. Only one person lived in her mind: Amara.

She came to him, and the kingdom was covered in flames; columns and fallen dwellings, the shelters were open, completely damaged. The people ran in despair, while avoiding being eaten. Discovered by the four hundred dragons that surrounded the place. The Legion of the Dynamo had begun.

Among the fallen barracks, he finds a desperate Amara; she trying to free a girl trapped in the rubble.

–Amara!

"Ceres! Watch out!"

A giant piece of wood fell between them, but they managed to remove the fallen wood, save the girl and make a path through the destruction.

"Sister, I came because my instincts told me so," Ceres exclaims. I had an encounter with Rita.

The atmosphere was suddenly paralyzed, Amara's vision darkened, and in the woman's mind scenes of her son falling off a cliff were coming; screaming for her mother, helpless, crying disconsolate; unprotected in the void of nothingness; destined, toward the irreverent outburst of his soul.

"Then it's true," exclaims the woman. It is imminent.

"What sister thing?"

–The end Ceres –exclaims the golden daughter–, my visions, my nightmares, are correct. They are facts, I saw it all sister. Elgoneth has allowed me to see everything. You were in her springs with her.

-What will we do now?

"We will face her together," she says Amara. That's what we'll do! Follow me!

The sisters began to run through the crowd, the elves defended themselves as best they could against the darkness that had taken over the place. Ceres and Amara began to bring down some dragons, trying to minimize the legion that was gradually integrated into the place.

"Where are we going ?!" asks Ceres.

–To the Sacred Chamber! Amara replies.

"I don't see Rita anywhere."

"She is not here yet," Amara exclaims. She has sent the first lines of it. We must hurry!

The sisters reached the secret temple, and they reached the secret stone door.

-What are we doing here?

"You'll see," Amara responds. We must light the four torches, it will only open with sacred fire.

The sisters emanated from their right hands, flames of fire that lit up the outer torches that lined the door.

–Now they will begin to open, let's go in!

The stone doors slowly opened; nothing was visible inside the place. They lit up the room, and it was covered in gold, silver, and jewels. Books with torn pages, dropped potions, but in the middle was a glass chamber, intact. Inside the crystal was a blue armor. Covered with fine pearls, gold-plated details; drawn from a true legend.

"This is Eleanor's secret chamber," Amara says. Here lies his last divine armor. According to the Toran, this is the one that must be put to face the Prince of Darkness, in recent times, because only with it, this evil can be eliminated.

"How did you know I was here?" Ceres asked.

"I didn't know," says the woman. It's the first time I've been here, anyway, but I suspected it was in this place, based on the description of the camera in the book. It is a holy place, the stone door is only supposed to be opened by council members, but this is an urgency.

The golden princess broke the glass, and helping herself with her sister, she quickly put on the armor.

-How you feel?

"She is more balanced," he says. I think this power can tr–

Suddenly, an evil purple energy tore down the foundations of the chamber where they were hiding, shaking the place and forcing the princesses to evacuate from it. It was the presence of the evil sorceress.

"Well, well," says Rita. You really don't give up.

–Silence, witch!

Amara and Ceres cast spells in the shapes of fiery crowns at her sister, but she deflected them all.

"Look around you! The end has come!" Says Rita. The ashes will soon take over this place, and again no one will ever have to make the mistake of thinking

When the last of his daughters turned sixteen 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 Gloen's kingdom. For Agameo, age did not matter but maturity in his actions. The personality and character of his daughters would prove to him which one 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 to be 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.

"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. experience, and it is this what you should value and take into consideration ".

"I can't believe this or what you're telling me. The neighboring kingdoms have had it enshrined over the centuries that the firstborn is the one who has the direct right to inherit the throne. You had"

"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; 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 anymore. We have discussed this enough times. Take your horse and your sword, and go to your people. She exercises as the strong woman who e