Legends of Kepler: The Dragon & The Woman

Coelum, taking his last breaths, emitted faint roars of fire. He was behind his brother. One of the monsters bit Fliper’s tail, plucked the tip of it and buried it towards his heart. The warrior fell on the ground, while Coleum shouted his name. The injured prince was thrown beside his brother.

Enraged, Coelum overloaded his energy and displayed a very powerful technique taught by the Golden King himself, the spell of the Perfect Quadrant. An attack that emanated a roar of golden fire that broke into two breathtaking flames and two rays of red fire came out of the scaly skin holes of his hands. He managed to kill all the Neufaros with the impressive magic wave, but the spell got out of control and burned almost the entire area.

With tears in his eyes, he grabbed his brother and dragged him towards him, giving him one last hug.

The Army of Splendor, despite its titanic efforts, failed to bring down the Central Neufratos, and conditions began to complicate. The storm fell again. The rushing sky drowned the region. The triumph was lost sight of. The Colonel looked around impatiently, for his mind did not allow him to concentrate. His children did not return, and he did not see them anywhere. He retired from his position and got up on the heights of the region to look for them with a group of dragons.

Flying outside, they realized that on the riverbank, there was a covered area in flames; where he found Coelum with his brother, in his arms.

“What happened? Why are you alone here?!” exclaimed Kramian. “I need a rescue team immediately!”

“Father,” the dragon replies in tears. “My brother has sacrificed his life for me.”

“It´s okay son, just hold on. Where the hell is the Rescue Group leader?!”

Coelum released Fliper, and he fell into his father’s arms. Although he kept calling for the rescue team in despair, there was nothing left that could be done, other than the farewell. Coelum looked his father in the eyes, and with the last remaining strength he had, tried to be honest with him.

“Did I do well father?” he questioned. “I hope I have done well. You are the most important thing to me, and I’ve always wanted to make you proud, that I am your son.”

“I am and I will always be proud of you, my son” exclaimed the Colonel in tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t value you as I should have. I’m sorry I didn’t love you as I had to. You are a warrior with a huge heart.”

“I love you father” Coelum replied, “take care of my son. I dreamed of him before having him father. He is a special Raēn, and I know he will be a great warrior.”

“I will guide him to glory, and he will be exalted in your name” responded the Colonel.

Kramian, rose among the flames of the ground, with aridity of revenge. His dilated pupils, turned reddish and dark. Melancholic, he raised his energy to an impressive strength, left the group of dragons with his deceased children and headed impetuously back to the battlefield.

When he reached the war zone, he headed straight for the Central Neufratos, sweeping his path with all the monsters that crossed his path. A group of dragons were distracting the greater monstrosity. The Colonel gave them the signal to continue doing so. He had a plan.

Kramian then descended to ground level, as the fastest dragon in the entire army. He decided to enter the center of the monster to destroy the main foundations of it. He flew between the giant roots that formed the true maze and reached the nucleus energy of the creature. It was protected by two large Neufratos, which he quickly eliminated with his roars.

He plunged into poisonous waters to locate the main foundations and found them. He then, placed a reddish stone winged between them. He came out of the swampy waters, positioned himself, charged all of his energy, and from his mouth came the most powerful roar he had made in his life.

He emitted a golden fire that pierced the water and entered the foundations. Suddenly, two Supreme Dragons appeared, joined him, and stood behind him. Glowing purple and greenish fire roars emanated additionally. The combination of these three roars caused an explosion in the stone, which refracted the incandescent magical flames in the core of the creature, adhering to the entire structure of it.

It was then, when all parts of the Nénufar began to explode, until the damaging fires reached the head of the monster, where the seed was. The head was quickly destroyed. Thus, they defeated the main monster, and when this colossal fall happened, the Nénufar beings began to disintegrate one by one. Falling abruptly on the ground; disintegrating, for it was the fall of the Marsh Monsters. Dragons savored victory. It meant the triumph for Splendor once again. They celebrated on the heights, with the exception of Kramian, who still mourned the loss of his two children.

He went to the shores of the region, where they were. He grabbed both of the bodies, gave them the Dragonary Blessing, and placed them in the streams of the Lileín River, allowing their souls to rest in the nectar of the region, which Mother Nature welcomed with great care. Thanks to this, their energies would prevail in this world for all eternity.

The Colonel indicated the withdrawal to the Hanging Gardens; seeing in the distance, a region covered in flames; moons lost in the sky. The Dragons of the Army of Splendor were received as heroes. And all the dragons of the kingdom were in the central squares. The Golden King was also there, and Kramian hugged him, breaking into tears.

Without mentioning a word, Wiz knew what had happened. He congratulated him and assured him that his children would find peace. He told him that, when the moons reached their entire phase, their lights will elaborate the path for the Divine Bridge of the Spirits, which leads the Raēn to live an eternal life of joy.

Wiz emphasized that he won the war, increased his powers and his leadership, and reminded him that he had a new story to write; a story with his heir. A new story with his grandson.

“I promise you King Wėzhreem” he exclaimed, “that I will take care of this being with love, and not with vanity. With care, and not with ambition. I will show him everything I know and everything I have, for he is the last thing that has a meaning in this life.”

“Welcome to the Hanging Gardens, my little boy!” he continued. “I am your grandfather, and I will protect you and love you with all my life, and your name will be Bongo.”