Legends of Kepler: The Dragon & The Woman

The sorceress inclined her head with a blushing face, smiling, but disagreed with the idea. She began to walk from side to side, wrapped in her thoughts, proceeding a harsh and inconvenient silence. She began to make strange movements with her fingers. She lifted the magic book from the floor; she read and read, every paragraph, every concept, every rule. She moved from side to side, discussing ideas quietly with herself.

Suddenly, an exotic idea came to her mind.

“There is something we can do” the woman exclaimed. “It is very risky, and maybe even deadly. Besides, it is extremely delicate and difficult to prepare. It can be critical for you. You know what? I’m not going to do it. I do not want to do it! I don’t know what the hell I am thinking!”

“What is it, Amalia?” asked the dragon.

“I’m not going to do it. We need another option.”

“Tell me what it is.”

“Listen to me, I’ll tell you,” said the sorceress, “but promise me you’re not going to convince me to do this. It is a spell that may work, but it puts your life at risk, and I will not use these powers to see you die.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t convince you” responded Argôn.

“The Book of Leyra has three sections, which I call periods” she stated. “The first period, has seven hundred pages. They talk about the anatomy and the laws of nature. The third, has about five hundred pages, and is full of all possible and known spells. They talk about influencing reality, using the seven elements. But the second period is empty. The pages are completely in white.”

“In white?”

“One hundred clean pages, completely in blank” said the sorceress.

“What do you think these are for?” asks Argôn.

“Well, at the beginning I thought they would fill themselves up” the woman replied. “It seemed to me the most logical thing, for some pages of other periods filled themselves with images and words. They were filling up as I progressed in the chapters. While working on spells and advancing correctly. It has been five years since I have had the book. Almost every page of the first and third period are filled, but the pages of the second period remain in blank space”

Amalia took a small pause, and then continued.

“This book has a consciousness of its own, but this consciousness is connected to mine. In some strange way, it is. It influences my magic; it influences over me. And teaches me what it wants me to learn. But what if I tried to influence over it? What if I tried to made some new rules? And what would happen if I decided to create a new spell? An enchantment that has the basis of what I have learned, but with the intentions that I need. What if it manifested something never seen before? Without leaving the conditions!”

“What do you want to do?” asked the dragon.

“It is possible to make a switch, in the physical condition of an energy” said the woman. “The energy of a wolf, for example, can be transferred to the body of a human being. And the human soul or energy, back to the wolf’s body. And the Lořn species, are a composition that has familiarity with practically all creatures.”

“An attempt of a Nakluech is a completely different thing from a Raēn” Argôn exclaimed. “You cannot violate any sacred law Amalia.”

“I´m not violating any law!” she answered back. “I will flow between them. I will oscillate between the words. I want to make the same spell, on a larger scale.”

The sorceress lifted the magic book that was on the ground. Then she expanded her idea to the furthest.

“As a dragon you cannot defend us, but what if you weren’t a dragon? What if you defended us as a man?”

There was an exuberant silence between the two creatures, especially in the dragon; since he didn’t know what to answer. He was speechless.

“What are the disadvantages of this spell?” asked Argôn.

“To begin with” said Amalia, “it would be officially the first spell created by myself. I will be very nervous! Don´t tell me later I didn´t warn you! I don’t know if I have the capacity to properly elaborate the whole process.”

“I’m not talking about that” said the dragon. “I trust in you. I’ve seen you and you master your powers much more than you think.

“Also, with these blank pages that you speak to me about, it seems to me that those pages are for you. It is clear that you are made for this. Creation is in your veins, and is part of your destiny. Develop new frames, with renewed magic.”

“Well, thank you, but it’s still risky” state the woman.

“I´m talking of negative results; failures in theory” said the dragon.

“In the worst scenario, you will die” the woman exclaimed. “You can also reborn as another creature. This spell will take you temporarily to the dimension of the Light, without knowing if you´re going to return. But I think you have what it takes, but I don’t know how you will do it. Obviously, you will be influenced by the spell, but it all really depends on the authenticity of your intentions. The slightest impurity in your heart for doing this can cost us the effectiveness of the spell.”

“Besides,” the sorceress continued. “We need the shell of a giant snail, the venom of a two-headed snake, pink mushrooms, tree seeds, green fruits, clay, straw, a wolf; we must set some pilasters, get some torches, you must place th–”

“I think it’s better if we start looking for all this, and you tell me along the way.”

“But Argôn, listen to me.” the woman impetuously said. “I have not mentioned the most difficult thing. For this to work, consciousness must permanently give up its current physical state.”

“It means that–”

“You must renounce your dragonary body, and renounce your divine kingdom, forever.”

The Fire Prince had a lump in his throat for in his mind he imagined his father and his friends. It meant the end to his past life, and the beginning of a new one.

“You will always be a Raēn, and your instincts will be preserved. Your spirit will remain the same and your soul will not erase what you have learned. Your memory will not be erased either, and your feelings will be the same; but you will never be a dragon again, which implies the exile of your sacred kingdom.”

“Why should it be like this?” asked the dragon furiously.

“Because the only way you can get a new physical nature is to renounce the previous one” she explained. “And even then, it may not work out. A thousand things can happen badly. I may make a str–”

“Amalia, I already told you. I know you will do it well” replied the dragon. “Tell me better, what should I contribute, from my mind, from my heart, and from my spirit.”

“In your thoughts, faith must reign” said the woman. “In your spirit, serenity must inhabit. And in your feelings, love should be prioritized.”

“Love? To whom?”

“Love towards life, Argôn!” she responded. “You need to feel the appreciation and gratitude of being alive, demonstrating that your intentions are pure. You must show the Light that what you will do, comes from the genuine interest of proliferating the good. The desire to cast colors of empathy on these lands, must be found in you.”

At the end of this, they began looking for the necessary ingredients. They prepared the ground. Neither of them was convinced of the idea. The dragon kept wondering if he was willing to give up his nature.

In his mind, he couldn’t get over the thought of getting caught in the spell, and never being able to come back. He wasn’t sure if this was the best for him, but he knew it was the best for her.

The sorceress, meanwhile, was not sure if the Raēn would survive. He was her only hope. And besides, the pain of losing him would mean already the defeat for her. If on her heart it was difficult to accept the truthfulness of his losses, the death of her best friend would bring a fault too much to bear for the woman’s shoulders. There was no margin for error. The spell must be performed perfectly.

Neither of them was in the best of mental states. Even so, they got everything they needed. Amalia made a path of Naimer seeds, sown in the direction of two horizontal rows; leaving enough space in the middle for one path. The path to transformation.

Above the seeds, they put the improvised pilasters made out of wood. There were ten of them standing. Five on one side and five on the other. One row, parallel to the other.

In each of these pilasters, they had to put the number and the cycle in which the intended soul was born. So they put on them, the seventh day of the Casmal Cycle, written in their fresh woods. It was in this moment, when Amalia and Argôn understood in a very strange way, that in some unknown explanation, they were always connected. They were both born in this world, the same day. This meant something special for them. They knew they came from the same place. That somehow, they had always been destined to meet. They felt the connection. They felt, an inherence.