Kings of Unra

CHAPTER IV: RIOTS & THRONES (1)

CHAPTER IV: RIOTS & THRONES 

I guess this is the part of the story that I should get into. My name is Ada, I am already 24 years old. I am on a very distant planet, where I have managed to obtain close experiences with other types of human beings who manage to assimilate a lot to the natives of my planet. I belong to a caring group, or tribes (as we call them) in a quite warm and tropical area, as for the place, it is an infinitely large area although I am located in the coastal areas of the land, having the opportunity to appreciate the splendid horizon every day; ingratiating myself with the rise and fall of the most dazzling star I have ever seen and also the consignment of a deep moon at nights where I find a connection with my home, when I manage to see the dim stars and the parade of thousands of stars that are presented in this place,; as if they knew we were watching it. It reminds me a lot of my visions as a child, when I could be flooded in the infinite amplitude of the cosmos while my Mother sang to me the songs left by the stars to our first ancestors. It is a beautiful place, and I have had the good fortune to adapt to it quite quickly, many times I think this was planned. I feel like they've been waiting for me here for a long time, which sounds like crazy. I have been living here for 14 years. I have dedicated myself to understanding the culture of these beings, and I have had the opportunity to explore the different behaviors and patterns of survival, and I dare say that they are not as different as the peoples of my star; from the heavens, and they roared announcements of being a plague.

 They arrive, like spawns from the great dark clouds, roaring the great chalice of justice: an enemy kingdom claiming her husband Argonaeth. From her perspective, everything was a catastrophe, while Adelia was slowly burned alive and she was anxiously searching for her children but they did not appear in any part of her when she suddenly felt the end. The fall of the king, the murder of one of these monsters to hers, loved hers, to her protector. Without him, she is nothing. But she doesn't worry because she knows perfectly well that this also means the end of her. With her back to the creature, she Amalia slowly turns as she feels the disturbing scream of the creature on her neck. When she goes to figure her face the monster opens her mouth and tries to devour her when she is, in her confusion she understands that her soul is not where she believed she was.

–Good morning, love - Argón repeats– Are you okay?

Yes, just a dream. That's all-

"You were shaking, you didn't stop moving," she points again. Are you sure you're okay?

-It was a nightmare, maybe later I'll tell you well. You must go on.

-You are right, but this will not remain so. You didn't look good.

-I'll be fine. I will look for the children.

The King began to put on his reinforced leather boots. It was a day of exploration for the army, and the army leader was excited and focused. The disoriented woman went to a nearby closet, but on the way she trips and falls. The King cares for her and gets up from where she was to help her up.

"You know something, I'm not okay." I had this dream, and I don't want to tell you because I know you're not going to listen to me–

–But my queen, how can I help you if you don't tell me what's wrong?

"Argon is destruction," says the woman, trembling. The end is really coming, everyone dies except me. She never before had she had these visions for so many days. I am the last and the creature devours my being. I can't handle this anguish, it gets worse, more violent, more raw. This

-Linda, again with the same dreams? "

-Argon this time is different-

-Of course it is! –It emphasizes the King impetuously–. Look at this fortress, look at this empire, look what we've built, love. The distant kingdoms know us, respect us, value us. The forest protects us, the creatures esteem us. We are unshakable, what is it that makes you so insecure? I already told you, it's you. It is not bad that you feel that, but fear is a subject full of lies. We have won, and we will win. We have grown and will continue to grow. If we have to defend ourselves, we will do it again. If we must enter the battle, we will enter and triumph once more. This distinctive value is the one that has accompanied us since our ancestors. You are a beautiful creature and life is with you, trust it, trust yourself. Trust your family, trust your kingdom, your people. Look into my eyes love, take my hand my hand, I will not let you fall. You are the leader of all, the example to follow. We are all inspired by your power, your courage, your security. I will never allow yourself to be harmed, or unfairly taken away from you of what you deserve for the love you bring to this world. How is Elgoneth going to want that for you?

"Well, it's true," Amalia says, wiping tears from her eyes. I do not know what is wrong with me, I have burst into tears. I have to meet in the central square with the children and I must be horrible, how do I look?

-You look beautiful my love. You demand too much of yourself. If what you are looking for is perfection then just stay the same. Your face and your smile cheer my heart, and everyone in this town. I wouldn't change anything about you, and you shouldn't try to do it either. So don't even bother asking how you look, wash your face and wash your hands. Raise your forehead and go out to reign your people and your people.

–I love you Argon. –Said the woman– Will you always be here for me?

"For all eternity, Amalia."

In the Hanging Gardens the silence that reigned these times was terrifying. The Golden King sensed that a very strange storm was approaching. At this moment he was climbing the stairs to Mount Rigotti, he felt the path of the stairs longer than ever. When he arrived at the place, a strange effulgence shone outside the place, he was a man, with shining specters, a white robe with gold. His feet were not visible and he floated slightly, turning his back to the Dragon. Wiz knew immediately who he was.

"Elgoneth?"

–Wezhreem –said the spirit without turning around–, hundreds of stacks have passed since the last time I saw you.

"That's right," Wiz says. Since the arrival of comets. What are you doing here dear friend?

"The time has come, Rey." Don't try to hide it.

Wiz remained static and silent, as the creature still did not turn around. His face was not visible, his long white hair stopped curling, and his voice began to distort along with the clearing of the sky.

-I come to you

They have certain essential limitations, but I have come to realize over the years that these beings are guided by their hearts and their feelings more than anything else. They have an incredible intuitive sense, which has allowed them to survive, adapt and work together as a species through different mechanisms. Even many times without rationally understanding how they learned them or how they know that these methods are effective. They give me hope to continue spreading the love teachings taught to me by the personalities of my mother and my grandmother. Since I arrived, there seems to be a future for the culture of our lands. It is a fertile planet for mystical advances.

Everything you have read in these writings, are authentic narratives and tales of Leyra, The Mother of the Forests and Queen of the World by Kepler. Authentic narrations in the handwriting of my grandmother. I have taken the time to translate all these writings, thanks to the help of an outsider whom I will describe in a few moments, and I have dedicated myself these last years to organize this story, with which I have fallen in love, and with which it means everything. for me. I have found no other purpose of being here alive, as the only survivor of my star, other than to tell the story of it, in order to disseminate its future teachings and reflections on the natural course that a kingdom of creatures can take. , of the level of importance that each of their decisions have, especially the consequences they cause, and how complicated things can become, just by not following our conscience, which is the true energetic link we have with life. I have dedicated my years to this extensive work so that it reaches the hands of the kings and queens of this star. 

Only in this way can we spread these messages, in order to produce a massive impact on your civilizations. After all, we are brothers, belonging to this same vital universe. We are one.

It is important to me that some details are known. I came to this planet as I said earlier a few years ago; I understand why Oasis envisioned emigrating here. It is a quite habitable region, in fact, I would say that it is even more habitable than my planet. Its atmosphere is pleasant, its climate is generally adequate (except for some storms but nothing compared to dangerous Kepler storms), there is a great abundance of natural resources and a great abundance of marine creatures, of which I consider unique on this planet. When I woke up, I felt bigger. In fact, it was bigger. It was inside the capsule, but the capsule did not feel moving, in realidae it felt like it was buried. In my right hand I only had the writings, in my left hand the Book of Leyra, which has taught me impressive things, and on my forehead a bloodstain sprouted, leaving clear a wound due perhaps to the impact of the cabin on the surface. The calendar inside the capsule was quite strange, the truth all the capsule had codes and words that I had never seen, but the numbers were very similar. I was able to make a similarity in which I compared the Rimerian numbers and the Oasis numbers, and I was able to conclude that it really had been about 2-3 Rimerian years, which represented Represe