Kings of Unra

CHAPTER II: ORDER OF THE NIGHT (5)

CHAPTER II: ORDER OF THE NIGHT (5)

The future of his kingdom was now uncertain, and it only remained to vent the pain, the sorrow and the uneasiness through his pesky tears, inhabited within his torn heart, while they awaited the arrival of the god of the air together with the supreme god, coming from their meeting on the great mountain, and thus allow the prelude to the next battle. The beginning of the end. The start of the Great War. The counterattack, of the Kings of Adnia.

Rapid movements, and exchanges of light and plasma energies against golden lights of effulgence, began to intertwine in the confines of the ill-fated battlefield, frozen at night. Suddenly, a luminous enchantment struck the bearers of power. Launching them towards the inner parcel of the fortress, in the midst of the impending war. Eroelle fell abruptly to the ground, and when she began to regain consciousness, she already had hers king of hers by her side; trying to lift her up from hopelessness, only to vividly witness the greatest tragedy she had ever seen in her life. A blazing fire, a mighty flame, suppressing the decaying love of her kingdom. An unshakable derision, a disdain for the burning and pitiful night. Enfolding, the soullessness of a final battle, between violet forces, against effulgences of light; mingling in the painful term. Within the confines of the unfortunate towers of the great fortress. Suddenly, a luminous enchantment struck the possessors of great power, amidst the clash of heights. Throwing them into the inner fabric, in the middle of the impending war. Thus, Eroelle fell to the ground abruptly. And when she began to regain consciousness, she already had the king of hers on her right side; lifting her out of desperation, only to vividly witness, the greatest tragedy of all her benevolent times. Rita grabs her sword and stores it in her scabbard. In the hour of the king.

The king's daughter looked carefully through her sister's eyes, and in her soul she found only terror; immeasurable panic towards death. Amara understood, watching inside her, that her sister was unaware of the dimension of power that she had released from her; but that she, at the same time, she knew perfectly what she was doing, and what she had done. She understood that her sister was not being controlled by any evil. She was evil, an evil that was now up to her to correct.

She wasn't sure, however, as she didn't know if death was the right solution. Although, after thirteen years, she had finally understood that her younger sister was an impure being. A being with intentions that were neither genuine nor honorable. If this didn't explode now, it would explode later. Perhaps even with greater consequences.

However, she Amara couldn't do it; she couldn't murder her. She was self-defeating, and she didn't fit in with the values her mother had taught him. Not with the sense of honor instilled by her father. Her mind began to cloud with thoughts. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Rita snatched the fire crystal from Amara's hand, and buried it in her left thigh. The golden daughter screams in pain, and in an instant reaction she grabs her sister's arm, brings her closer to her while still kneeling on the ground, and with the sea glass, she attacked Rita directly in the heart, piercing her body. , impregnating it with bluish poison.

Weakened, Rita closed her eyes, held herself accountable, and let her body fall back; sentencing her death. She falling into the depths of the great Mount Curul, she abandoning her life on the cloudy void.

The sky began to clear. The woods began to glow her green again, and daylight illuminated Amara's face again. But this she did not feel enlightened. She was not happy, actually, she was crying uncontrollably. Her pain was ruthless, and her severe sadness echoed through the echoes of the mountains, reaching the closest places in the area. The princess had lost her two sisters. How could she go on living like this? How was she going to explain this to her parents? How was she going to continue the kingdom with the tragic death of two of her princesses?

For a moment there was a terrifying, eternal silence. Amara didn't know what to do or say, as she drowned in the hardship of her feelings. Heartbroken, she perceives a dim and peaceful light approaching her. She was the most beautiful bird she had ever seen; covered in snow, it descended before her in spirit form. Delicately transformed into the essence of a man. Dressed in a long white suit; his feet were not seen, and the end of his garment was fading into nothingness; his specter floated in the sky, and his face was so bright you couldn't make out who the creature was.

"Beneath has always been your nature, Amara," the being exclaims. I come here to give you a message from the depths of heaven.

"You have fought hard, and you have chosen the right path," he continues. The annulment of this evil and this adverse Law could only be done by you. And it is on this path, by which the light and the spark of joy on my creatures are consecrated. You have destroyed the curse of the transparent crystal, and you have risen in the heights of my kingdom with the crystal of fire; the instrument designed to lead your people, our people. You are divine correction, Amara, and this is the path to glory. This is the precedent for the prosperity of your days. Welcome to your best times, Nueva Reina del Norte.

Amara wasn't really convinced, though, very astonished. She didn't say anything else.

"Serena, my daughter," continues the being. I am Elgoneth; belonging to the Divine Golden Assembly. Do not cry, because you are eternally blessed with me. Take this message to your parents, and take this with you.

The divine being presented her with a golden lyre, covered in precious crystals, as a gift from her side, and a perpetual reminder to be protected by the Gods. But still, Amara could not comfort her heart, and restlessness lived in him.

"Thanks, but this isn't going to bring my sisters back," she says Amara. This is cruel and foolish; If this is my destiny, it is a dark and depressing destiny. I do not think that I am the one to guide my kingdom towards the light that it will need so much these days.

Elgoneth then led her to the abyss of the hill, and drew from her palm a golden seed. The seed was small and badly damaged. He planted it in front of her and said:

“This fragile seed is broken, broken from within. It has been through long, very dry days. Although, she knows she can grow. She knows that in order to grow, she needs to be placed in the bitter ground. She knows that she must be cloaked in darkness, and she knows that she must fight, if she wants to find the light. But when she finds her, Amara, she will grow into the largest and most prosperous tree in the world.

Since Rita returned from the war, the man was so impressed that the prompt declaration of the heir to her kingdom began to be rumored. And many rumored that Abhir would be the heir, although a large portion thought she would be Ceres, or even Amara. People loved Rita very much, and she had proven to be the best warrior in battle, she loved chaos; her passion was war. At that time a healthy war, the one that related heroism among his people, and love and carsma among the warriors and the nobility for his new gestures, especially, having yielded his dragon blessing one of two, to his sister when this He was very wounded, and this restoration of energy yielded by you, and absorbed by it, his body was revitalized and he felt the natural and kind-hearted gesture, from taking down hundreds of barbarian warriors in battle, and demonstrating fearful skill. They are the saber, and great leadership. +

However, Ceres was the May, she was the General of the Adheon Army, and part of the most experienced of all her children, so it was reasonable that this was the heir to the throne so a large portion were in favor of the The eldest daughter and the most experienced was the heir to his throne. It was the most logical thing to do.

And another small portion was betting on Amara, that despite not having much experience or voice of command, her charms and her sense of compassion and empathy for others won her hearts.

Thus, on the 27th day of the Leorian Cycle, on Rita's seventeenth birthday, in full celebration amid the nobility at the head of a great ceremony in the town, amidst a flurry of flattery, King Argonaeth confirmed the sentence of his youngest daughter, as the official heir to his throne. In the middle of the whole city. And most of the town celebrated with animation; a banquet was formed, a gathering of community members, parties and parades, and all kinds of social and cultural activities, which provided harmony and festivity extending them until sunset. Although, Ceres was still disheveled, because she had claimed her father for her decision, although the royal family was a bit divided, in the end she was her sister, and it should be celebrated. Tradition of royalty.