Legends of Kepler: The Dragon & The Woman

The day of the great battle arrived. Colonel Kramian prepare himself, since the clear fall of dawn. He aligned the army early, and one by one, he placed the great armor on them, by himself. It was comprised by three parts: the steel head, for the protection of the skull and the frontal gem. Next, the iron chest armor, bathed in molten gold that covered their giant torso; the giant legs were protected with a small shield of precious copper. And finally, the protection of the tail, which was armored in a specific way depending on the type of dragon.

Each lineage had a specific shape in the extensions of their tails. Those of Eizhăr, of the Lineage of Light, had a delicate and elongated tail, with thin but firm tissues, which emitted powerless currents of electricity to the adversaries. Those of Wargolo, of the Mystic Lineage, had a split at the end of the tail, which in turn, was subdivided into two thick extremities and at the tip of both pieces they had a small circumference where they could emanate plasma attacks, with rays of violet coloration. The Rufian Lineage, the vegetative lineage, possessed a small tail with scaly tissues and parallel bumps; in triangle shapes, which were actually in a solid and rocky state. They were very useful in battle.

When he went to take the armor to his children, they were gathered in a thicket that was located in a corner of the Central Square. There was a small crowd of dragons. And when he approached them, he realized something that disappointed him completely.

“What is the fuss about?” asked Kramian.

“Sir, it’s your son! The female has given birth to a sacred egg!” exclaimed a dragon.

“This can’t be” said the Colonel. “My son is in the royal temple.”

“Your other son, sir! It’s a miracle!”

The more the Colonel approached the place, the more his eyes filled with revulsion. Dozens of dragons chanted the name of Kramian, and his youngest son, who was also there, but the Supreme was known for his irascibility, and the place was beginning to seem like a hindrance. Coelum lived the event with tears in his eyes, for he was sure that he would never have children. Old Wiz was in the same place, and perceived Kramian’s reluctant and indifferent attitude. What allegedly worried him was his offspring, and yet in him, there was still a feeling of disappointment. In fact, frustration had increased even more than before.

“Sir, aren´t you happy?” asked a dragon.

“Enough of this exhibition! You are afflicting the mother!” exclaimed an irritated Colonel. “We are on the eve of a battle. Break ranks immediately!”

He removed all the spectators, sending the members of the Splendor to their positions, and the natives of the area to their regular activities, but the Golden King remained in place. He separated the Colonel from his son and his beloved, as the situation filled him with curiosity.

“Why are you muddy with discontent? Is this not what you wanted?” Wiz asked.

“With all your respect, sir, this is not what I had in mind” he replied. “When I asked for my son’s offspring, I was referring to my oldest son.”

“Don’t be ungrateful, Kramian,” said Wiz. “You have been waiting thousands of years for this moment. This is the third of your generation, and the problem that supposedly harassed your heart. Is it then, that this may not be the problem?”

The Supreme Dragon found himself on the edge of discomfort. His gaze twisted, and his helplessness prevented him from seeing clearly. He paid no attention to Wiz’s words, much less to the miraculous birth of his grandson, retreating from the place towards the Battalion stations.

The base of the Splendor Army was located in the southern wing of the Hanging Garden. It was the lowest level of the realm. It was designed in the form of waterfalls, so that the magical waters that disintegrated in the sky, allowed them a smooth and quick descent. The base was composed in six stations, which were distributed in three big teams: Ûm, Sol and Quetra. Normally, only two of these stations were used in the great battles, but in this case, Kramian decided to use all of them; one hundred dragons were in each one, assigned in order for the descent of the three attack subgroups, two defense subgroups, and the last one of rescue and/or utility.

When the night became cold and evident, and the moons began their luminous dance, the stations opened their floodgates. The descent was fast and aggressive. They were violently heading towards the Nénufar Region, as it was only a matter of time for the monsters to rise from the roots. The three attack groups were the first to move, passing through the floodgates of the first three open stations. The leading attack group Ûm, commanded the flight orientation and strategy; the initial moves. It was commanded by the Colonel, flying as the head of the team; accompanied by his two children. The main strategy was to attack the Neufratos at the time they were entrusted, and committed the Sol Defense Team to get in charge of the Neufaros’ unexpected lines, which were much smaller. But the latter rose faster, and in greater quantity; usually born in the smallest mangroves.

The Neufratos, on the other hand, rose from the main swamps, some even from the set of aquatic algae, taking possession of a part of the Lileín River. The danger of the Nénufar was that all these beings were commanded by a Major Neufratos, known among dragons as the Neufratos Mother Root. This was the core of all of them. Usually, this being rose as the last one, for it needed to accumulate a significant amount of energy from the moonlight, so he could do so. It needed both moons to reach their perfect waning state of alignment. It was the oblivion, a battle between giants and beasts.