SWNOVELS Chapter CHAPTER IX: RED SMOKE (1)
Five rimerians later, the Kingdom of Anaís was full of towers and houses, large fields and institutions, recreation facilities and a splendid mural design, which stretched over several acres of green and spring pink. Within it, love and goodwill reigned; for the demand of a generous King to impart good consciousness over his locals, shed a harmonious coexistence between them. The continued goodwill presented by the beings of the kingdom allowed themselves a series of prosperous remunerations. Remunerations that really were small good crops of love and empathy that offered the harmonious interaction of their extraordinary premises. The Kingdom consolidated itself as a firm one, a protective one. On all sides of the south, the great defense of Anaís was announced, and the consolidation of a new kingdom, apparently not as flimsy as disclosed.
The practice and traditions of a nation so connected with nature should not change, and in fact, they did not change. The lighting of the three firs remained. Cultivation was prioritized, and modality practices persisted in all internal facilities. In fact, this movement of preserving the green that surrounded them was reinforced more than ever. Golden values that were taught from a very young age, in all academic centers. Traditions directed to their increase in conservation awareness. Customs that once operated to a much lesser extent in the former society of Anais. This was The New Kingdom. This was The New Age.
The Kingdom consolidated itself as a firm one, a protective one. On all sides of the South, the great defense of Anaís was announced. The news of a new kingdom spread, apparently not as flimsy as disclosed.
Beyond the educational advances, the bases of the decisions were born from a council. Argôn on and Amalia were the main leaders of this congress. It was composed by nine governors. And in it, the kings stipulated the rules and reforms of the region. In between the most important ones, they generated new trade agreements, with very distant nations. Increasing abruptly the economy of the village. They agreed to a commitment of will towards the good of the kingdom.
Outside the council, the kings were honored and respected, treated like the great founders they were. The great rescuers of the remnant, and warm drivers that led to the light that Elgoneth always promises to his good people. Seen as the supernatural, the respect of the people of Anaís was born to their new king, highlighting the collaboration of all of them. They fought for the good of their leader, and their leader fought for the good of their people. The Queen of Anaís, for her part, prioritized coexistence. She emerged a big set of gardens and squares, temples and monuments. She spent all day in them, dealing with her people, and fixing their problems. She had sympathy for all of them. She felt that her mother had been right all these years. The Queen was becoming a vivid reference of love.
“A reigning example; an example for her people, achieved through verbal and mental work. Not even the most beautiful peach potion allowed you to gain the trust of another person’s soul. That cannot be faked, or sustained by manipulating it; this must be built, sown, irrigated and then harvested” said the woman around the town.
With the humility and generosity, they learned from her. They faced the social paradigm of the Passage, crystals, and their unmeasured value. She regulated it, and cool it down in a way in which he who worked for his own could collect his wealth until it was enough for his family.
She entered the small huts that were found in the outsides of the kingdom, where the great windmills were located. There, she made expeditions with leaders and nobles; guiding them all on the different species of plants and trees, or the different species of nectar and roses, all this with the intention to boost connection, and have a close bond with nature.
Shortly after Argôn’s victory, a gift from the stars was given to the kings. The arrival of three little princes, which were called by order: Erin, Timotheo, and Cristof. two little boys, and a beautiful little girl that sprang from her, the energy of an illuminated golden tree. Their birth was considered a miracle, and celebrated by all the people as such. With their fine golden hair, they grew like the little heirs of the throne. Their four rimmers were oriented in integrity towards themselves and the connection with nature that surrounded them, the common denominator of their home. They experienced the happiness and appreciation the kingdom had to offer them. And likewise, growing inside the great rooms, the endless corridors, huge dining rooms; hall by hall, surrounded by precious decorations made of silver and gold, and the sophisticated floors. Raised to be children of royalty, they tenderly captivated everyone who crossed their paths. Harmonious times were those. The news came to the distant kingdoms; stories of the consolidation of a fief, from Argôn and Amalia.
Since then, Argônæth dedicated himself only in increasing his army, his great soldiers. To work in their forces, in their triumphant mentality, in the balance of their spirit. Fighting with a balance in the heart in order to own their hands; which according to him, were connected with directly to their feelings. He trained them with fervor, with passion. He intensified his abilities, to become better soldiers every day.
One day, on a path of elegant roses and small fragments of marble, Argônæth presented the betrothal to his beloved. It was granted exactly the day where the five rimmers of his reign were fulfilled, and he decided to perform a true master wedding for his idolized queen. In his conscience weighed the idea of not having done so since the day they gave their first kiss, for at the time, the interest of raising a disoriented people was more of a priority than praising a celebration of their long-awaited marriage. He felt he owed it to her, but the time had come. The Kingdom of Anaís was at peace and kept growing, even by itself; the result of the giant effort of both king and queen. And the Queen, without thinking it twice, said yes to her beloved new husband. The whole kingdom was invited that same night to the main cathedral to see the glimpse and indescribable wedding. Jewels of amethyst and turquoise colored fluorite rounded the place, at each corner, at each table. The great golden oak crown was placed on Queen Amalia, one of the most valuable crowns on the entire planet, composed entirely of golden branches. It had been forged in the Hidden Kingdom of the Elves of Eldriner, and hidden in a deep area of the Anaís forest, but when one of the scouts of the Sons of Salvation found the secret place, the King sent him to camp there along with a squad until the elves appeared. His plan was to surprise them and plunder the crown, as it was stored in a glass chamber buried between the roots in a set of magical trees, and only an elf could open it.
And one day when the elves decided to move the crown to their people, fearful of the unknown ambition of the new King, they arrived at the place. They opened the glass chamber, and the special squad assaulted them. They defeated them and captured the crown. This was taken to Argônæth, as it would become the marriage gift for the queen. The elves had forged it as a gift for the return of the legendary legend of Eleanor the Eternal Queen of the South, since her rebirth represented the uplift for the people; they were expecting this since her death, but the new King of Anaís considered it his by right, and decided on his own, that the deserver of this crown was only his beloved, the new queen of the region.