Kings of Unra

CHAPTER IV: RIOTS & THRONES (2)

CHAPTER IV: RIOTS & THRONES (2)

When it came time for Amara and Rita, they chose Ceres. When they climbed the mountain, the mountain was a bit dark and the light was lost, only the moonlight was concentrated regardless of whether it was night or day in the Kingdom, it was the entrance to a magical dimension happening parallel to the reality of the Kingdom. When they arrived there were two elongated crystals suspended in the air, at the end of the top: one of fire and the other transparent. The decision had to be made from the heart, there was no impediment to choose wrongly. The descendant then, had to make a horizontal cut on his right hand and with his hand full of blue dragon blood, he had to grab his favorite crystal. Amara was first class, without almost thinking I chose the fire one. Then it was Rita's turn, which took a long time to choose, when this happened Ceres got anxious and began to make a serious mistake, she itched to press her and began to make comments, out of fear, Rita was about to grab the transparent glass He became impatient and in order not to seek trouble, he decided to change his sentimental approach and grab the fire crystal. It was a very difficult intuitive skill to perform, but Rita managed to hide it incusively correctly. No descendant had ever decided to choose the change of his lineage, that is to grasp the transparent crystal so it was not known what would happen if this happened, it is what fills Ceres with fear, as she entered had the first letter of the rimerian.

"By my name mother?" - Ada asks.

"And for mine," she replied, "you and I will always be together." You and I will always be one, and I will always be with you; It doesn't matter what happens around you. I will always be here, my daughter.

"Look, it's going to be dawn soon!" She continues-. Happy birthday my daughter!

The dawn wrapped around a great breeze amid the infinity of the desert. Illuminating them, and the clarity of a small castle that Amara hadn't noticed.

"Are my parents there now?" - asks the princess.

"That's right," exclaims Eros, "you know your father needs a throne wherever he goes."

"Ugh," Amara replies. Don't talk to me about Eros thrones. Do you know where my sister is?

"I was in Zone C, but are you leaving now?" Won't you spend time with me?

–Of course it is, but right now is not the time –the woman answers.

"Love, I have waited for you for a whole lot," says the man. If now is not the time, tell me, when is it?

"Eros don't get sentimental now," Amara replies. I'm not saying I'm not going to talk to you, I'm just saying that right now is not the time. I must see my sister, and I should see my mother.

-But love...

"I promise I'll talk to you later, okay?" Let me talk something important to them first.

"Okay," Eros answers. Just don't take too long.

Amara ran as fast as she could towards the third area of her kingdom's refuge. She needed to find her sister, her instincts told her. She went through the first two zones; some pilasters were down. The ground was still wet. There were open campaigns, where they tried to restore the tissues of the wounded in battle. It was a real m******e.

She reached zone number three, and she ran into some of her former classmates. She greeted them all, while she searched for her sister's campaign.

Passing through muddy paths, she was distracted by the sounds of distant battle; she sat on a stone where the lights of war could be glimpsed in the distance; rays of the great attack and defense. It was the Great Interdimensional Battle.

She was thinking about the amount of energy going on there and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a familiar presence appeared.

"I thought you would never allow my sister to see your face."

–Ceres! I've been looking for you everywhere, ”Amara exclaims. That the sounds of the battle do not cease neck?

"Never, sister," Ceres replies. The war is harder than ever.

-How are we doing?

"It's hard to tell her," she exclaims. Zaura has a dominance at the moment, but the front lines of the army are weakened; our people have more strength, more energy.

"In here, Aramordt is weak, yet she," he continues. he is infected.

-Infected?

Suddenly, Ceres holds the left part of her abdomen, denoting intense pain in the left part of him.

-What's wrong? - Amara asks.

"I'm hurt," Ceres responds.

-Because you say nothing?!

Amara immediately, seated her in the basement of her, and leaned her towards the stone; resting her back on it. She checked her rib, and she had an infection in her abdomen.

"It's an acid," Ceres answers. Coming from the Glonds, and their weapons. They have dark magic, now in their technology.

"I wanted to ask you, did you bring any Eldrįner potions?" This time he can help me.

Amara then remembered at that moment, the potion that she gave to the elves. And she was very angry, because she would have preferred a thousand times to give this to her sister. She looked severely injured.

–No, I don't have a sister.

"Don't worry," Ceres exclaims. Actually, she was thinking of going to my mother to ask for one of her. Which reminds me, have you already been to see her?

"No, I haven't been there yet," Amara replies.

"What do you say if you accompany me, and so we are both going to visit her? Cheer up!"

"My family goes first, Reonne," Amara exclaims, turning to the boy. Don't worry about your father, the gods will be with him. I have to go.

The king's daughter turned quickly; without looking back. She was in awe of seeing her daughter; she was motivated for days by the idea of being able to see family again. She longed to see her husband, she longed to see her mother; she needed to continue to console herself for the loss of her child.

She grabbed her white horse, climbed nimbly onto it, and decided to go full throttle; she apologizing to the foolish elves, who still hoped between screams, that she stay with them. She really wanted to keep helping, but this time it was about her family. This time it was her daughter.

She headed then, towards the horizon. She saw from the heights of Eldrįner, the descent towards the Region of Naftalí, directed, towards the endless desert. She went on her way, and descended the descending path; the long way up Deolom's hill.

In a twilight moon, she sped down the steep path until she reached the surface. Being in the desert

Blake is not your name isn´t it?

Is my middle name – responds the man–. ’But not the one, assigned to me.

You´ve a name. You´ve a last name

The woman look directly into the soul of his partner standing silently in front of her. And she felt out of breath, for her nervous body de ella scream her the unbelievable. The inexorable. The faith, and destiny, standing right upon her of her.

Argon? –Asks the queen.

Argonaeth – replies the man–. Argonaeth Aramordt 

The brothers spent their first fifteen days searching for the goddess. They surveyed the meadows, mountains, and trees of the region. Without finding a trace of the woman. And although their intentions clouded the beauty of the island, the first thing their gazes found value was toward a mortal. The most beautiful that their eyes have seen, because in reality, it was the first time that the deities saw one, in this new generation.

When Rita was sixteen years old, Argon took her one night to a seer and prophet in the suburbs named Vavre. Argon asked Vavre to confess to Rita as the stars and her destiny, marked her as the eternal heir to her throne, of Aramordt. And he will show her how her destiny was to become the Eternal Queen, and that she would rule in the darkness, and allow Aramordt to endure for all eternity, since her arrival was a miracle.

Vvare asked Rita to sit down. She showed him three transparent jars. In each of them was a firefly. The first, a purple light came out. The second, a celestial light was coming out, and the third a red light was coming out.

Vavre grabbed the three jars and stirred them as fast as he could that they were out of sight of the Aramordts. After a few moments, he stopped, and the three flasks sprouted a small gaseous essence that made it impossible to see inside them.

Vavre then asked Rita to choose one, and that firefly that came out of that jar would reveal his fate.

Rita chose the first jar, and when the prophet opened it, the three fireflies flew out of it, approaching her, and flying among them. Nobody said anything.

Vavre got up and opened the small circular window in her cave, and allowed the fireflies to climb out.

Well, what is this?

You have to let them out at three, so they can take their own directions. It is not natural that all three are together.

While it is true, you are the one chosen to prevail this kingdom. You are the one chosen by the universe, to raise this flame, and through you, it will spread through all generations and all their future descendants, and Aramordt will have no end. You are destined to be the strongest, of all the descendants of the King.

But listen to me well Abhir, daughter of Argon, today she warned you, to reach your destination, you are bound to face the darkness. You must cross through all hells. You must face all your demons. You must face the burden that falls, the one who is unique, and exclusive to defeat this. Well, if you don't find this way, nobody will. I know you will win, but you will have to endure all the pains of the way, until the end. Drop by drop. Step by Step. You must be strong, and if you believe in the light, it will reach you in the end, even if it seems impossible. Although all seems lost, never stop believing Abhir. This universe owes you.