CHAPTER V: ANCESTRAL FORCES (12)
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CHAPTER V: ANCESTRAL FORCES (12)
The dragons were then transported to the second level of the golden king's hut, and when Dael saw Hera, he launched himself with a hug towards her, and the joy of the moment swept through the meadows of the kingdom, and began to invade the kingdom.
The dragons quickly left the chamber, and when Hera saw the heights of the great golden onote above the skies and heights, she launched an indescribable and volatile flight, which even the golden king follows. She breathed the pure air of her planet; felt the divine breeze from home. The four dragons flew with joy, emanating sacred fires that announced the welcome of Hera, announcing all the squares of the Garden and all those who were close to her.
They went down to the Plaza de la Piedad, one of the largest in the kingdom, and there was a great multitude of dragons; of all lineages, embracing the heir of fire, and the daughter of the sacred flames. They then began to walk among the nearby squares, remembering some of the places that their long memory had not yet forgotten on the corners.
However, Hera felt poor energies around her. The trees in the gardens were dry. The fallen leaves looked gray and colorless. Spring seemed not to reach the heights. Dragons walked slowly, and without obvious energy. However, each of them greeted Hera, with the little enthusiasm that remained about their bodies; it was not at all, as she had imagined.
"I thought these dragons hated me," exclaims Hera.
“So many did in the beginning,” Wezhreem responds. “It took us a hundred years to restore order to Inmaeh. Elgoneth, along with the gods of the assembly and myself and a few chosen ones from the sacred realms, had a difficult time adjusting the energy order of the planet. There were years of floods, earthquakes, many cataclysms, after the great fall of the moon Rhea.
"Oh," Hera says, averting her gaze to the ground.
"But the planet has managed to adapt quite well," Wezhreem responds. “The mountains have further solidified. Hundreds of new rivers have been born. The meadows of the terrestrial have shone more and more, and they have known how to adapt and multiply their kingdoms and their crops. And most importantly, the kingdom of Waterlily has been extinct, and its further threats will never prevail again. Goddess Gisma has served as the only moon, and in fact, her energy has brought a balance in the divine creatures, an advantage for the terrestrial ones. All thanks to you, Hera. Therefore, they admire you now. Your mistake, ended up being a blessing for the planet. "
"Sir, how many years have passed since that mistake?" Wezhreem asks.
"One hundred and fifty years," Wezhreem responds.
The dragon couldn't believe it, it sounded like too long; but for her, it was nothing, for in the chamber, she had felt that she had crossed through dozens of eternities.
"Excuse me, the question sir, but" exclaims Hera. "Is something happening in the Garden?"
"What are you talking about?" Wezhreem asks.
"I don't know, sir, it seems that the kingdom is, dying?" Hera exclaims.
"What are you saying daughter!" Wezhreem responds. “The kingdom is more alive than ever! Especially now that you are here! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to verify the fire leak connecting the fragments of the third and second station. This morning a problem was reported to me in them. "
"Are the army stations falling apart?" Hera exclaims.
"Yeah, but it's nothing serious," exclaims Wezheem. “I am sure it is a small and secondary problem. Dael, why don't you finish giving Hera the tour? There is someone still waiting to see you. Now, Temodt! Come with me to the stations! "
The Golden King took off a quick and accelerated flight; clearing everything that was around them.
"It was a pleasure to see you again, sister," exclaims Temodt. "I'm so glad you're here."
"And me too, brother."
The fire dragon then departed from the singularities of the special moment. Hera looked at the two of them, and she wanted to follow them; but something inside her sensed her continuing her journey with Dael, and she did. They walked a little past the place; entering a set of lower trees in the kingdom, between the nearby passageways of the nearby large company. And they began to cross the outer, more descending laurels that pointed directly above the Infinite Mountains.
"Well Dael, are you going to tell me now what is happening?" Hera exclaims. "Why does it feel like the kingdom isn't growing?"
"I shouldn't tell you this, but the ancient forces are slowly leaving our lands, and those greens of the mortals were heading." Dael exclaims.
"What?" Hera exclaims.
"As you hear it," Dael exclaims.
"But this, this is serious," exclaims Hera. "Without the energy of our ancestors, the kingdom cannot prevail, right?"
“Well, it shouldn't, but it has worked for ages like this,” exclaims Dael. "With the the price of our trees. From our sources, from our joy. The spirits leave the garden of their own free will; each rimero, their energies diminish more, and the kingdom feels them and expresses it in these ways. They move abruptly, and despite the Golden King doing his best, these ancient forces move towards the earth. And they move between the forests, and between the deep grasslands of the mountain, because someone attracts them with greater force, with greater intensity. "
"But to whom?" Hera exclaims. "Who could be drawing these forces out of here?"
"The King of the Raen," a loud voice interrupts.
Among the hidden tree laurels, I emerged a familiar face. The Reynavé Dragon, his brother and that leader of the Army of Splendor. His might was impressive, and his composure worthy of a prominent astral warrior. Packed with solid armor, and a small red cape over his right shoulder
Hera hugged her brother immediately; and she looked at him from head to toe, for his exemplified energy echoed through the echoes of the hidden meadow.
"Brother I can't believe it's you!" Hera exclaims. "You are unrecognizable!"
"I can't believe you're here either, sister," Reynavé replies.
"I would like to talk to you about so many things," exclaims Hera. “You have no idea what training I took I finished on camera and the angel that is–
"Excuse me sister," Reynavé interrupts. “Dael, why don't you give us a moment alone? I think my sister can continue her walk with me.
"As you say, sir," Dael exclaims.
With a strange and sudden tension, Dael rose from the meadow, and withdrew from the place. Reynavé watched his path, until he actually perceived that it had withdrawn, and turned his gaze to his sister.
"Sir?" Hera exclaims, laughing.
"I am the Supreme Dragon now sister," Reynavé responds. "They respect my voice now."
"Well, for me, you will continue to be my brother who fell into a bucket of water and got stuck in it for three days!" Hera responds.
"Don't mention it out loud," Reynavé replies, with a smile.
"What's going on brother?" Hera exclaims. "Are you going to explain to me what is happening in this realm?"
"What do you perceive strange?" Reynavé exclaims.
“His energy is weak, his power is limited. Dragons are cold, and roses don't seem to cross these parts. " Hera exclaims. "Not exactly what I had in mind!"
"It's our father, Hera," Reynavé whispers. "The ancient energies are moving north of the mountains."
"I knew it!" Hera exclaims.
"Lower your voice," Reynavé exclaims. "How can you know anything about this?"
"Dracko mentioned it to me, before I left," exclaims Hera. “She told me that Wezhreem knew it, but didn't want to admit it. It was already happening, but I don't understand, why are they going to her? "
“Our father was destined to be the new Golden King, Hera,” Reynavé exclaims. “It's what Wezhreem always feared. That which allows life to the kingdom of dragons is the golden king; and when the new chosen one springs up, they follow him, because he is the one who can find the way, for the future of the kingdom. "
"But our father renounced the kingdom," Hera exclaimed.
"She renounced her physical body, but she is a Raen, Hera," Reynavé exclaims. “He is meant to be, the king of them all. And as long as he stays alive, neither he nor anyone else can avoid his fate. Not even Wezhreem. "
Hera began to predict with joy; She couldn't believe it, but at the same time her heart allowed her to say that this was the right thing to do.
“We must be cautious, however,” Reynavé exclaims. “This information is hidden; and it is not well received by anyone in the kingdom. It should not be, because our father is still an Earthman; and although many rimeros have passed for a mortal, these are nothing for an Esaglia. He is still young, vulnerable, and must know his way well, if he decides to emerge as their king. We must not talk about it. "
"Ren, how do you speak so confidently about this?" Hera exclaims.
“Because sister, the ancestor has presented herself to me,” Reynavé exclaims. “He himself has guided me, and has shown me the way. Our way. It is the legendary Bongo. "
"Bongo drum? But if he is, our–
"Grandfather."
Hera couldn't believe it. Her vision was lost in the mysticism of the glorious sunset: the peak of glory and the unknown brought her a good feeling, full of bliss and good wishes. It was an amazing road, and impressive for her. She hugged her dragon brother, while a tear came out of their faces; she looked toward the northern lowlands of the mountains, with her sharpness and firm gaze.
"But Ren, he will need a guide," Hera exclaims. "I mean, if you don't remember anything, how can you find your way?"
"You want to see?" Reynavé asked.
"What?"
"What if you wish to see it," Ren responds. “It's funny that you ask, because today is the first day where this path will begin. And there your guide is waiting for you. Right at this moment to. We can go see him. "
"Can you do that?" Hera exclaims.
"Hera, I am the Supreme Dragon of Fire now!" Reynavé exclaims. “Of course we can do it! Follow me!"
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