Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (12)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (12)    

In a distant group, dragons lodged restlessly as a group of dislike and discontent. In the center of it were the three brothers. And from the right side of the heights, Wezhreem was coming down at full speed. Simultaneously, from the left side, a giant Aricon descended with a man dressed in white from head to toe; he led the Aricontes, with a wooden staff that glowed with a blue fire that never quenched its blazing flame.

"Where is she?! Stand aside! " exclaims Wezhreem.

"She was here?" exclaims the man, following in the footsteps of the Golden King.

"Of course ishe's here! I can smell her!" Wezhrem exclaims. "There she is!"

In a corner, secluded and shameful, was Hera. Her ears were drooping, her eyes were heavy. The battle had left her incinerated and wounded, but no matter how much commotion it had generated the mercilessness that was about to present itself to her, it was enough to explore the nerve of the Golden Dragon's fury.

“You have deceased your kingdom! You have dishonored your essence! You have disappointed me! and every existing dragon in the history of this realm! " shouts Wezhreem. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

"Sir, I'm really sorry,"

"Do you understand what you have done?" Wezhreem asks. "These sequels are irreparable!"

 "I don't know what happened to me, I can't describe it" exclaims Hera. “Something got hold of me. Something inside me, evoked when my uncle - she has fallen sir. No - I couldn't contain this. My power could only manifest itself in order to destroy these victims. "

"Your uncle, you say?" exclaims the man. “You mean the Supreme Fire Dragon? Has he, fallen?"

"It fell between the lares while bat-wait, who are you?"

“It is Elgoneth himself Hera,” Wezhreem exclaims. "Do you understand the seriousness of what you have done? Creation itself had to intervene! "

"Sir, I couldn't leave this like this, I - General Dracko was my family" exclaims Hera. "He was like a father to me."

"What would you say was going throughout your mind, whilst the attack?" Elgoneth asks.

"Vivid images of revenge" exclaims Hera. “Lived essences of destruction. A clear vision oriented to extinguish Nénufar at any cost. "

"Well, you almost extinguished the planet as a place!" exclaims Wezhreem. "I can't believe this Hera! All these years I have devoted my effort and courage to you! All these years I have vowed to save the lives of all three! I am committed to giving you the best of the empire! With giving you the best of my values! Best of my efforts! And I simply cannot run that you have decided to choose destruction and your impulses over your knowledge! How have you allowed your instincts to dominate you? How have you allowed passion to betray your will? It's as if you suddenly woke up tonight and decided to follow the tainted footsteps from your fath–

The Golden King stopped when he perceived a strange energy hovering around him, and when he realized that all the dragons were listening ecstatically at the sentence that he was going to finish without thinking correctly.

"The General of the Army was a Great Warrior, a tremendous leader and a great friend" Wezhreem responds. “It will always be remembered, but the fall in battle is something that the most that nobody knew. They are essential rules of this game. And least of all, I would have wanted you to do something like this Hera. It is an identity to my kingdom, and an indignity to the Raen! You are a threat, because you do not control your intransigence or your anger! Do you think that makes you strong? You are weak! I will not allow you to follow in the footsteps of treacherous! "

Wezhreem then cast a quick, impromptu spell; which quickly turned Hera into a smoke, and made him disappear from the scene immediately. And he began to speak to his two brothers, while Elgoneth prostrated himself firmly among all the dragons.

"Blessed Raen, this is a critical moment," exclaims Elgoneth. "It is the straw that has spilled the camel, because divine creatures have been created to protect the terrestrial, it must not cause their death. The peoples of the south have been devoured. The meadows of the mountains have opened between them, but the most disastrous thing has been the disappearance of the Island of Yelen, which has been submerged, and the waters have carried the souls of dozens of innocents. This is a true tragedy, as even I will not be able to stop the evil consequences that will spill over the kingdom of the dragons. "

"What will happen to these lands sir?" exclaims one of the dragons.

"It will take decades to restore this collateral damage," exclaims Elgoneth. “The Nénufar region has been destroyed, and the Water Lilies have most likely fallen to extinction, which is not a good sign. The subsoil has been terribly damaged. The earthquakes will follow, and the waves will rise like exhausting tides. Many beings will die, because we now have an energy imbalance that we will have to heal between the gods of the assembly, and their company. The four sacred kingdoms of protective creatures should focus these temporated to aid the will of the gods. Only in this way, working as a team, will we be able to restore these lands fallen into misery. THE real battle for the resistance of our lives is just beginning. "

"Now, why are you still here static? Don't you think there´s anything left to do?!" exclaims Wezhreem. “I want you immediately searching for the fallen bodies! Lead them to the shores, right now!"

The dragons began to fly one after another at accelerated speeds in the great search. Wezhreem began to walk forward, and the man dressed in white with a long brown beard, began to walk with the Golden King.

"What will you do now?" Elgoneth exclaims.

"What else can I do, Elgoneth?" Wiz exclaims. "It is the end of the world as we know it."

"And the start of a new one, Wiz." Elgoneth exclaims. “However, I don't mean this. I mean your kingdom. According to your own army, three of your High Dragons have fallen. "

"Reynavé will remain the Supreme Dragon of Fire," exclaims Wezhreem. "If we verify Dracko's death."

"There is nothing to check," Elgoneth exclaims. "We must act."

"It's what I'm doing!" Wiz exclaims. “But I don't mean to do it with these Raen. This generation is weak of mind, frail of heart, powerless of spirit. They cannot even dominate the battle in Nénufar without causing chaos! "

"The battle against the Nénufar was less dominated because the leader was lazy and self-centered." Elgoneth exclaims. “It is the will of life, the transfer of Bongo's eldest son. A grandson of his will be a good replacement, but I'm worried about the female. What will you do with it? "

"I'll take care of that," Wezhreem exclaims. "And don't worry, I promise she will learn her lesson."

"You do not understand what I am saying," Elgoneth exclaims. “It seems your feelings are just as passionate about the course of her decisions as those we've seen from her. It seems that her fulfilling your will is what has really weighed you out of all this catastrophe. That's what worries me, Wezhreem. The unconscious power this dragon has over you. The access that you have allowed these creatures in your condition. You should not worry about this, you should not be passionate about this, because without realizing it, you are the one who has caused this in their hearts. "

"Are you blaming me?" exclaims Wezhreem.

"I'm just telling you, Golden King, focus on your kingdom, and not your so-called sons," Elgoneth exclaims, climbing onto her Aricon. “Without order in the Garden, there will be no hope for anyone Wezhreem. Without order in the dragons, there will be no foundation for the divine plan. I've been working on this for endless generations, you know that more than anyone, Wezhreem. This is what really matters. Follow your advice, and don't let passion eat you up. "

Elgoneth rose rapidly between the heights with the divine and giant eagle, while announcing the retreat of the eagles from the place. Wezhreem indicated the first assignments to Reynavé, the new Supreme Dragon of Fire, to finish helping his army to collect the fallen bodies from the infernal zone, and to take them to the nearby river of the shores of the Pantanal Sea, as the last lying bodies. in the last known war of the creatures. As the Golden King rose to the heights, he could observe the extermination on a degenerate level; the hollows everywhere, the twisted mountains, and the disturbed plains.

Hera got up in a room in front of a giant cauldron. She gets up and looks around and acknowledges being in the Golden King's room. It was covered with candles, and with a beautiful window where he could identify that he was indeed on Mount Geneza; in the depths of the Royal Temple.

Instantly, Wezhreem entered the room, like a finished and overpowered dragon. With his plasma staff he signaled for Hera to climb the nearby stairs; without mentioning a single word. Hera obeyed, and climbed the stairs that squeaked as if they were going to break. They went up to the second floor of the room, and there were three doors. Wezhreem told him to open the door on his left hand, and he opened it, in the path of a corridor that was distinguished had hundreds of years unexplored.

Hera then, entered the small room. A red carpet prostrated in front of them. All the walls were made of wood, and they possessed hundreds of painted pictures of the hands of mortals and immortals, A secret art collection. And in front of him, in the back of the room, was a giant hourglass.

Wezhreem emanated a few words, and the sand stopped falling, and behind the sand, a giant and distorted mirror could be observed. The Golden King raised his staff, the crystals that closed the clock opened like a door, and the divine mirror took on an effulgence that seized its reflection; illuminating the whole mirror.

"You will enter the clock, and you will pass through that mirror" exclaims Wezhreem. “He will take you to a floating nation; lost between space and nothing. There is no time there. There is no night there. There is no hunger, no sleep. There your body will float, and only your soul will be able to connect with the sources of the divine, until you learn to distinguish the tangible from the surreal. Until you learn to distinguish the abstract from reality. Until you learn to distinguish. Who you are, whose is not. "

The fire dragon took a breath, and a sour swallow of his own saliva before answering with his nerves.

"When will I achieve this?" Hera exclaims.

"When I determine so" Wezhreem responds. “I will visit you from long time to longest ages.  Hence, I´ll see your progress. And you will not leave the hidden mountain ranges, before you have found all the teachings, you will not be able to leave here until you find the reconciliation the truth itself. Well, in this place, you find all the true hidden ones, because this is, The Chamber of Reflection.”