Legends of Kepler: The Dragon & The Woman

The springs passed, allowing the sovereignty of the roses to grow and reveal themselves. An effusive youth reigned in the terrestrial race, especially with the harmonic spreading of goods from the prodigious sorceress within the isolated town of Anaís.

In the region, rumors of the birth of a star embodied in a girl were already running. There was a great admiration for Amalia. It was amazing what she was becoming. Leadership, youth, the symbol she represented. She was full of fresh energy, descended from angelic origins. She spent her days perfecting her abilities, which were born from her feelings. Her powers were species of fires; dim flames of intense effulgence that flowed from her hands. These fires were of different colors, and each had unique properties. They were useful for many of the activities that were governed in the town, helping the families of the village.

The fires of yellow color served Amalia to heal deep wounds of the body. Those of green color were her favorites, for it was the power in which she was tuned in with greater harmony; with this essence she built and rearmed organic elements, manipulating nature. Occasionally, she managed to emanate a purple energy, but this was very difficult to manifest, and she still did not understand its nature. And finally, the blue and red fires, which were the most intense ones, and therefore, the least able to be dominated.

Her mother then dedicated herself, to teach her use these flames of life properly; through the channeling of her feelings, so that her daughter managed to correctly orient her emotions. Only then, she will able to lead this energy of the Light towards good purposes.

“Mother, it’s time to try the blue one!” the sorceress exclaimed.

“Did you forget what happened the last time?” Adelia replied. “I won’t let you cook a single fish with that. For the foolishness? For a girl’s whim? I already told you that the uses of those powers are prohibited, understand that.”

“That happened three years ago mother!” said Amalia. “You promised me that when I turned fifteen Rimerians we could use them.”

“And what?”

“Mother, I turned fifteen a long time ago!” said the young woman. “The time has come as you promised!”

“Not so long ago” she responded. “Talk to your father. I will not participate on this.”

From the Gardens, Wiz had not taken his eyes off the sorceress since the incident he witnessed in the boiler. He did not forget the unmanageable energy that formed that night. He considered her a different being, and his instincts told him to watch her steps. He knew she was going to reveal many mysteries. And Argônæth, as usual, kept spying on her and watching her from time to time. His sight was delighted by her, and he lost himself in the beauty of her shiny and beautiful face.

One day, a crystal box appeared in the Temple of Knowledge. Dragons claimed that they had supposedly seen from the lights, a glow that gently descended from the heavens and quickly that consolidated in matter; spreading its light until the rectangular glass box was formed. Inside the glass cube, there was a book and a scroll. It was prostrated on one of the three sculpted pedestals, used for masterly readings.

On that day, the Golden King was returning from an expedition from the lands beyond the mountains. He arrived at the Hanging Gardens, and only found tremendous stir and uproar. The dragons were outside the temple, waiting. Trying to understand what was happening. The consensus seemed to have been not to approach it, and much less touch the glass. They chose to wait for the Golden King, and for him to decide what to do.

Wezhreem then, arrived at the place and decided to ask everyone what they saw, but they gave exorbitant explanations. He decided to enter the temple and approach the glass box. Inside the temple, there were some dragons, very few of them. Among them, Bongo and his two children, Dracko and Argônæth. There were three of his seven Supreme Dragons. Seeing that the place was quite safe, Wiz approached with Bongo towards the structure where the box was. The glass reflected all colors outwards, and inwards. Inside of it, a book rested. Thick, brown, with gleaming golden engravings in the corners. In the center, a writing was engraved; It was the designation of the instrument.

Lidthëir

’Evń

Lėyrą

Lexicon of Leyra. When Wiz felt its divine energy, he broke the crystal with his huge scaly right fist, and from it, a delicate and small but very dense wave sprouted. It quickly oscillated away from the place, in a circular wave shape. Wiz, perplexed, reach the small parchment winged from the book. The scroll was written in Dragomař, and translated as follows:

“In here, rests the Leader´s Lexicon; the most sacred book of these lands. Elicited form these deep coral skies. Assembled from the eternity of the rivers and streams. Derived from the immortal mountains and infinite oceans; extracted from the nest of life and the breathing of the forests. Assigned to our saviour, the first daughter of all races, whom will fluctuate with her people towards the divinity of glory and victory. From root to root.

Elgoneth & Egmeon”

“Bongo, come closer,” said Wiz perplexed. “Do you see what I see? The day has come”.

Bongo then, approached and read the scroll too. He was the only one close to the Golden King, as the others remained static behind them. He became the only witness to what was happening, along from Wezhreem.

“Sir, this seems like a delicate instrument” Bongo exclaimed. “Why do you think it came to us?”

“It is our responsibility to hand it over its owner” exclaimed Wiz.

“Then, who is this daughter of all lands?” he questioned. “Is she a human? An elf?”

Wiz didn’t answer anything, so Bongo approached him with another question.

“Do you know who she is?” the supreme dragon asked.

Wiz tilted his head down, indicating that he knew who the person was.

“Who is behind us?” Wiz asked.

“Sir, not so many. The children of Evgros, Kikehn, my children, some officers” Bongo responds.

“If you know who she is,” continued Bongo, “we must send one of our most experienced soldiers. Those of the terrestrial race are very strange, primitive. Interacting with them is not something to take lightly, it is dangerous. Of the most experienced is Freyr, the son of Evgros; General Evgros himself and my person, although I would recommend my son Dracko, who is very intelligent.”

“I don’t want anyone to interfere in the course of this” responded Wiz. “No one but the two of us knows the purpose of this book, so I am going to throw it back, and the one who receives it will be because the book have chosen him or her. And the chosen one will be assigned to deliver it, without any influence.”

“But sir, this is a delicate mission, right?” Bongo exclaimed. “Is it correct to dictate such an important path this way?”

“He who catches and protects it will do so because his instincts will tell him, driven by the path of destiny. Let life choose itself.”

Bongo, not so convinced of the idea, directed his gaze forward, avoiding the temptation to look at the closest dragons behind them. In an instant, the book flew backward, fleetingly tossed by Wiz. Bongo looked back; Wiz looked at Bongo. And when the Supreme Dragon looked back at the Golden King, both of them knew that what they were nervously afraid of, had happened. While all the other dragons had moved away, protecting themselves from the mysterious book, Argôn was the only one who approached and grabbed it; although, covering his eyes with uncertainty while doing so.

“Why did you grab it, my son? Wiz asked.

“I don’t know, your majesty” he replied. “I´m sorry, it was something impulsive. It looks like something valuable. Excuse me sir, I’ll leave it on the floor.”

“Lift it up” Wiz exclaimed. “You will take this book to the Region of Anaís. There, life will guide you to meet a fifteen-year-old girl. She is a sorceress, a magical being. Elgoneth has big plans for her, and it is now in your hands to deliver this to her; with judgment and precaution. No one else, other than the ones inside this place, are allowed to have knowledge about what has happened here. It that understood?”

Argôn was confused, then decided to answer Wiz.

“When should I take this, your majesty?” he asked.

“Tonight” the Golden King replied.