Kings of Unra

CHAPTER II: ORDER OF THE NIGHT (4)

CHAPTER II: ORDER OF THE NIGHT (4)

But the susended realms 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 his 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.

When the last of his daughters turned 16 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 the entire Gloen kingdom. For Agameo, age did not matter but maturity in his actions. The personality and character of his daughters would prove to whom she 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 being 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. You are the one who has more experience, and this is what you must value and take into consideration. "

"I cannot believe this or what you are telling me. The neighboring kingdoms have had it consecrated through the centuries that the firstborn is the one who has the direct right to inherit the throne. An opportunity like the one that, at the time, yourself You saw "

"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; but rather the one who 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 eres, I'll be watching you very closely. Never forget what we have taught you. Go now, for today I must let all your sisters go. I want time to say goodbye and bless each of my daughters "

Beneath deepest lagoons of submerged afflictions, wherein the sleepless goddess awakes. Wherein her spirit arouses as the figure of sacred waters, above all hidden lakes. Like ones whose dance lifted realms among the deepest meadows, for the return of that child who drowns without knowing it. The deserted prince looked into the distance, amidst the epiphany of the mystery from the mystical waterfalls. And there he saw a familiar face; a shine that assailed him calmly. His soul could not process it, but he knew the transcendence of his voyage had arrived, and reached the point of his long awaited healing. And although his heart found shelter in divinities from a mother, his loss was not erase from memory of the unbeatable. Quite the contrary. The beatific presence grew his thirst, for angst and revenge. Destroy both crystals

The King's Daughter then, chose a completely unexpected path. She watched her sister's eyes as she raised the crystals, with both hands. She pulled herself up, and with all her strength, she threw both crystals into the void of the mountain. Rita, still distracted waiting for the blow of death, raises her head and sees the exhausted face of her sister, but denoting a feeling of satisfaction.

–What have you done ?! Rita exclaims.

"The right thing to do," Amara said.

Rita turned around, and watched the crystals disappear from her vision among the cloudy levels of the void; between the depths of nowhere. Her mind was irritated, her heart began to beat much faster, and with her hands she was tearing the wet earth that was on top.

–You don't understand that these crystals have a unique power! Rita says angrily.

"They had," Amara responds. Now they are where they should be. Destroyed.

When the golden princess turned her back to her sister, and she was walking, the latter pulled a blade from her boot. The evil sorceress then, smeared the blade in the earth still contaminated by dark energy; she quickly, she got up and attacked her sister.

Just a few steps from the abyss of her, the evil young woman buried the deadly blade in the back of her sister. With her other hand, she covered her lips, and squeezed him just enough not to let her speak. Rita began to take slow steps back as she buried the poisoned weapon further into the golden princess, heading for the shore of Mount Curul.

"If these powers must die, then we will both die with them!" Rita shouts satirically.

The damp earth, already weakened by the incessant battle, could hold no more. Amara rocked from side to side, trying to free herself from her sister, but she exerted a pressure on her that made it impossible for her to let go.

From the slippery earth, Rita made a final leap back, holding her sister, and in the void of the mountain there was only a monumental cry of fear and despair. And Amara's scream, toward imminent death.

EARLY FINAL # 2

Choose the fire crystal (Rita)

"It's okay, sister." This is where I belong, ”Rita exclaims. This is my blood. This is my life. And you are my family.

Her sisters couldn't believe it. The worst had been expected, and yet Abhir's heart proved loyal.

"We have a responsibility as princesses," he continues. Always protect our Kingdom.

The three sisters then began to descend the great mountain they had climbed, happy and proud of themselves. Satisfied with the union that had been reflected. Or at least, it seemed that way.

Suddenly, while walking on a rocky path, dark and heavy thoughts took over the mind of the youngest daughter. The hatred that she had truly felt was beginning to take over her. On a steep and dangerous descent, Rita lost control: she was acting all this time. Her heart was impure, her intentions superb, and her thought was charged with helplessness.

This decision was the hope that she so badly needed to become herself. So that the true being of it will engender; to be different, to find a way out. And yet she felt that her sisters had ruined his only chance to escape her. She did not feel freedom, as Ceres had promised. She felt trapped, compelled, suffocated.

Rita then, trembling, began to attack her older sister. She was nervous, and not knowing what she was doing to her, she tried to send her into the void. It had been enough for her. They both began to hammock on the edge of the steep path, yelling and hitting each other.

Screaming in confusion, Amara tried to stop them. With a portentous fire spell, Rita shook off the golden princess. She pushed her other sister, but from her forces, she slipped on the wet stones of the place; She fell, hit her forehead and, despite the fact that her sisters tried to hold her, the King's youngest daughter fell into the abyss of Mount Curul, amid the incessant rain, heading towards the final demise of the soul of her; the emptiness of death.

PREMATURE FINAL # 3

Choose the transparent glass (Amara)

The King's Daughter's ears were sweetened. Although her conscience and her heart pointed the way, her ego took dominion and possession of her over her. From the plane of the impulsive and the irrational, she grabbed the transparent glass.

–You are a disgrace Amara! What are you doing? - Ceres exclaimed.

Amara said absolutely nothing. Her mind was full of desires, ambitions, impurities, whims; for these were the dangers that lay within the transparent glass. It was an immodest energy, and by letting itself be carried away by it, it flooded the mind of the being with an inordinate, immense greed, and not at all convenient in the heir of