Kings of Unra

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

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

"Leroy, say hello to Captain Grecko," Thelia exclaims.

"Hello sir," says Roy,

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, young man," exclaims the captain. "How old are you now?"

"Fourteen rimmers*," exclaims Roy.

"Fourteen?" exclaims the captain, surprised. "You've more years than your face tells me."

"Why don't you all go to your rooms and leave me alone with the captain for a moment?" asks Thelía.

“But mother, we–

"Now!" exclaims the woman.

The young people then said goodbye to the renowned hero. They all went delicately between the descending scalars; and the last of them was the one that saw the most of the captain's essence. For until the last moment, his gaze allowed her to see the glorious soul of a warrior.

"Good Gregorio, now I may attend you." exclaims the woman, blushing. "What were we on?"

“Ma'am, excuse my daring,” exclaims the captain, “but your son has a very youthful appearance, for what he really is. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. It's just a weird thing. "

"Ah, my little Roy,” exclaims the woman, “he is indeed, a special boy."

"What is he?" the man asks.

"What do you mean by that?" the woman asks.

"I mean, he’s not a Valkalo right?" exclaims the man.

"No, he isn’t." exclaims the woman.

"So what do you think he is?" the man asks.

"I do not know."

She stayed then in the narrow corners of secrecy. The man understood then, the subtle attempt of the woman to avoid the voice; as she sunk in mystery. Although, a peculiar smile covered her face; a smile that reflected hope, and smeared him with blessings.

"I don't need to know what he is," exclaims the woman. “Maybe an elf, maybe an Ariev*. Perhaps a mixture of the two. It does not matter what he is or he isn’t, but the light that he comes to bring. The love he was gifted to impart within."

"It may not change a thing for you, but so it does to the fate of this nation." asks the captain. “What he has on his back?”

"It's a birthmark," exclaims the woman. “He has been with it since he was a child.  I know it is something special. There’s never been anything like it. It’s a mystery, that you would never understand."

"Well, he's not the only one who has it," exclaims the man.

“What?” asks Thelía.

The captain then slowly got up. The Valkala was speechless, for she could not decipher if what the man was saying were real words. He set the cup of tea on the table, put his brown robe back, and put on his pointy hat.

"The men of Durwen, raise a child." exclaims the man. “They call him the Prince of Dorieg. He was found on a cliff, under a dry oak, strewn with fallen roses. Whereby Duchess Laileen, found abundance on the kid, and has been adopted by her since then; indoctrinated with faith, and the scrolls of its own mythology. His art in war keeps the bronze elves stunned. The boy is also fourteen years old, and for the Earls of Durwen, this mark is a sign from the highest heaven. A sign of a warrior from the highest battalions. A sign on angel, and an elevated one."

"What do they say, this wound in his back means?" asks the woman.

"It's not what it means, but what it's going to do." exclaims the captain. “Thelía, you know I told you the day would come when I learned the truth about your son. That moment, is waiting outside this door. The royal elves wait for our arrival; we’ve set everything already. There we will know the whereabouts of your son, and his level of threat for this nation. He has reached the right age. Take his things, and take yours, and let him now right here, right now. It is time to take him, to the Great City of Bronze. "

      Then, without further things to say, the man walked outside the door. Thelia thought something, and immediately packed her things as she was told to. The captain's order was clear, as he was waiting outside with a carriage that the woman didn’t noticed in her initial welcome. The indication was clear. Something strange connected her son with destiny, and she was meant to follow after both. Like a good daughter of life; following the incomprehensible paths, following the mysteries to be solved. She prepared all her clothes, and with the solely warning to her eldest son named Nathaniel, she left without being able to explain her other children. Grabbing Leroy by her right hand, and opened the door to the Captain’s quest, towards the depths of the truth.

     A magical current was felt in that evening. One that covered the great nation with passion and hope. The whole of the Floating Lands, better known as the Nation of Unra, then displayed the simplicity of the mystery and the beauty of the most aesthetic creation. The carriage thirty hundred leagues after, leaving the known prairies of Valkalia. Heading towards the north of the region, as they managed to set out upon the main paths. Losing themselves from the lush forests of the latter province, and entering the avenues of the Msytic Realm.

      And from that day on, something changed in Leroy; for moreover, he was never the same again. Daydreaming with those eyes that knew only forests and mines, he was now introduced for the first time to the sweet vicissitude of eccentric towers. To delightful columns. To the breath of ancestral presences; adorned in temples and gold. Fountains suspended everywhere, lands floating around them. The mysticism of a rosy afternoon designed the meadow; and when Leroy look sideways, his soul could appreciate the shape of the horizon, and his mind understand the space where he was. A land within the highest of the clouds. A land as a part of the heavens. And in the center of the region, a lonely earth sustained the extensions of a brown and orange temple; carrying a star of fire, wherein the shadow, a fountain of golden water colored the sky. Displaying the glorious ways of light and life, whereby glorified terrains, unmasked themselves before the mysticism and the magical deeds of the Mystic Realm.

    Other carriages floated through the skies. Transporting from one part of the city to another. The bells of the towers rang slowly, and armed with courage and honesty a temperance within the hearts of the finest elves. The boy managed to see a huge temple. A bronze castle; with hundreds of windows. With a set of beautiful gardens, as it unites unique energy and wisdom. The marveling eyes were then revealed in the presence of a city never seen before, since without being conscious about it, the carriage was at the front the Gates of Durwen; the holy city, the royal city.