Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER V: ANCESTRAL FORCES (5)

CHAPTER V: ANCESTRAL FORCES (5)

"Aaron!" exclaims a man. "Aaron! Where the hell is that man?"

"Governor! I'm here!"

"Where is my royal chair?!"

"We'll bring it immediately!" Aron exclaims. "We just-we were polishing it as you ordered."

"I gave you that order three days ago!" exclaims the governor. "What do not know how to do anything efficient? I want it right away! "

"Yes sir!"

The man continued walking in his eternal corridor of his small and decorated palace. The columns supported themselves, and were filled with garlands of gold and silver. A set of men with trumpets echoed the man's welcome with the walking footsteps; those returning from a short journey. More than a hundred men arranged the carpet at each of his steps, while some brought him wine and he threw it away until he found the right one for his appetite that day. While dozens of men brought the royal chair, before it will reach its main section; made from the bark of the nation's most sacred trunk.

"Aaron," exclaims the governor. "What the heck is this fresh painting?"

"Sir, excuse me, it's just the armholders," Aaron responds. "Everything else is fine."

"So I can't rest my arms on my own throne?" exclaims the governor.

“Well – if you open the ma–

"Excuses!" exclaims the governor. “If you are going to do something, do it well! If not, don't be shy about doing it! How many times do I have to tell you the same thing! "

"I'm sorry Mr,"

"I don't want your apologies!" exclaims the governor. "Over and over vs, every day is the same! Because I always have to say

"Sir," interrupts one of the guardians. "Excuse me for interrupting, but you have visitors."

"Visitors?"

“It comes from the southern region, sir,” exclaims the guardian. “It seems that they bring some important news. "

"From the southern region?" exclaims the man. “I don't know when was the last time we spoke with these indigenous people. I don't even remember what it was called. "

"Idara, sir," Aaron responds.

"That Idara," exclaims the governor. "Why do you want to talk to me?"

"They say they have an offering, sir." exclaims the guardian. "There are three companions."

"Well, let the indigenous people pass!" exclaims the governor. “Suddenly we will have something to laugh about amidst such inefficiency! Bring me my feast! "

The company waiting outside the palace raved among the impressive structures they had provided during the tour. The guards came out and checked them from head to toe; They were forced to put their sharp weapons and their dangerous belongings aside.

"What do you bring in that bag woman?" exclaims the man.

"It's just a book," Leyra exclaims. “And within it is the fruit that we bring to the governor. You don't think a book is offensive do you? "

"Get in quickly," one of the guardians replies.

The company entered the palace. It was adorned with a rug and a long, empty hallway. Around this were some marble and fine stone stairs that led to the second level of the palace. Trumpets were blowing the announcement of a visit, with delicate and honest symphonies. Tabatha and Nicolás were lost with their young and ambitious gazes in the power and effulgence of the divine and the ecstasy of jewels; but Leyra looked concentrated towards the vision of a greed sitting on a throne. A pride that he identified, between the outbursts of a meat and a pig detached with b********y, and disgust. They reached the podium, main.

"Bow down, commoners," exclaims one of the guardians. “This is Delliot. One of the three governors of the nation of the northern provinces, and the chief governor of the nation of Merdhen. "

Tabatha and Nicolás looked at Leyra, who gently bowed his head Larsably and forced. So Tabatha followed her, plus Nicolas just looked down.

"Well, whatever you are going to give me, do it, quickly" exclaims the governor, before they could speak. “I just got back from hunting, I'm eating, very tired and ade-

The man was left with the food in his mouth and his gaze paralyzed when he looked at Leyra's face. His words were lost between the synonym of a divinity that he had never seen. The woman's delicate complexions instantly treasured her vision. Her small, bright eyes. Her profiled nose. Her face clean and gleaming. And her tender gaze, her long brown hair and her pink lips led the man to lose himself in the unique and sensible gaze.

"I am Leyra, this is my friend Tabatha, and my brother Nicolás," exclaims the woman. “We are not here to take away your time. We come with a special message, from the deep grasslands of the late Eldriner. "

"Wow, what do we have here," says the man as he gets up. “I'm sorry I think I was a bit rude. It was not my intention."

"It's not one of us to be here either," Leyra responds. "We come with an offering, from the oracle."

"The oracle?" exclaims the governor, laughing. "That man is death. His energy does not exist anymore. His powers were lost among the groves of Tlaún. "

"Is that so?" exclaims the woman. "Then you can explain the nature of this."

The woman took out the Book of Leyra, and in the second period of this, between its central pages, she took out a wrapper of vine and roots; and with her right hand she opened the envelope, pronouncing a purple illumination that, by only revealing it a little to the spacious hall, shone so strong that it entered between the eyes of all those, and illuminated the darkness.

"This is the Divine Fanyel Fiori," exclaims the woman. “A kind of ancient mushrooms, with spiritual forces of healing, healing and consciousness. It is a solution of the Oracle, for the plagues of the north. It is a call from Elgoneth, for the increase of our consciousness. You must know it more than anyone, my governor; for you yourself experienced the divine gifts as a child with the magic of the oracle. And it is ironic, because the magic of this shines more, in the environments where there is darkness and greed. "

"Wow, couldn't the woman want a little pork?" exclaims the governor.

"I do not eat meat." Responds Leyra. "Nor do I enjoy seeing those who do it with impurity."

The woman replaced the wrapper that, in the gleaming mushroom, while the governor began to descend the royal steps. The company realized that it was smaller than it appeared to be on the throne. He approached them, slowly, in his red cape and jeweled shoulders. I wanted to witness the effect of the object.

"How does this hostess know, what are the wills of Elgoneth and her creations?" exclaims the governor.

"Because I am his daughter," Leyra exclaims.

"We are all his children," Delliot exclaims sarcastically. "Or am I wrong woman?"

“You are not mistaken,” Leyra exclaims. "More is not correct, for in the eyes of creation, you must be worthy to be called their son."

"Are you calling me an unworthy woman?" exclaims the governor.

"I'm calling you a hypocrite," Leyra responds. “You want to call yourself the son of the father of the lands, while you think you are the father of these prairies. The northern peoples are suffering from deadly plagues, from excessive wars. Children and the elderly starve to death, while the governor of this nation abounds in food, interested only in deals with the greatest rulers. And not satisfy the hunger of his people. "

“You do have a problem with the north,” the man exclaims. “But don't worry, this is how I like them! The aggressive ones from the south! "

"Do you think this is all a true joke?" exclaims Leyra. “I knew we didn't have to come here. You disgust me."

"What did I tell you?" answers and governor. Aggressive! "

The entire room began to laugh when Leyra turned to her sisters and her friend. Suddenly, laughing, the man was exalted with emotion, and gave a reckless s******g to the daughter of rivers. And before he could generate a breathing gesture, the woman turned around, confused and inordinate; she opened the Book of Leyra, and it was held in her left hand like a magnet; With its pages open, it emanated a ray full of reddish and marine electrical currents that launched the governor towards her banquet and completely ruined her, until the energy made her sit on the throne. Dozens of guards then threw their spears and swords at the company, and began to defend themselves in a short, fast-paced battle. Until the skills of the triad overwhelmed the guards, and they only pointed their spears.

“Your disgrace is better suited where it belongs, Delliot,” Leyra exclaims. "Before I go up and take your position away for myself."