Legends of Kepler: The Dragon & The Woman

Five cycles later, the town was prepared for the Great Battle. The rumor of the barbarian attack had spread everywhere. They had built small wooden towers for the vision of the surroundings. One of these towers was designated for a group where the best archers were. On top of this, they built a large bell made of straw, which was pretend to be used as the official announcement of the war: The Fire Bell.

They also built a barrier that divided the central town and central homes, from outside front lines of the fortress where the towers were located. Some villagers took on the role of improvised blacksmiths, so they melt robust armors, solid swords, spears and shields of bronze and silver.

They turned the horses of the region, which were used to transport crops or to walk around, in real war horses. Riders were assigned to each of them; the most experienced ones. They had reserved a large set of spears and shields. And with this order, the army of the Sons of Salvation finally emerged. It was commanded by Colonel Hamoen.

Very little did the good men of Anaís knew about the art of war, but this army prompted recruitment and many offered to be part of it. Argôn, had advanced too much, giving incredibly positive results. He was ready for war, and that same afternoon he had been appointed as General of the army. His firmness, his leadership capacity, and his rapid adaptation consolidated him as the potentially most powerful warrior. He was respected and admired by everyone, because with him, he began the great movement to which they were so committed now. And, if there was something that motivated Anaís humble men and women to hope, it was the General. Clearly, a magical creature, but his power was his courage, his technique, his bravery, his progress. The people had a second leader, a being who knew that he would protect them against any evil.

The sorceress, on the other hand, spoke to everyone firmly and filled their hearts with courage. At first they were scared, but eventually they all worked in cooperation: the salvation of their people. She dedicated her days with her mother, both involved in the construction of some shelters for women, children and the elderly within the town. Old Driem work with Laín, and a large group of carpenters and bricklayers, to build the first small wooden catapults. The town of Anaís was preparing, in silence.

That same night there was a small public statement from Amalia, in the central square of the Great Tower.

“People of Anaís!” she exclaimed. “Humble men and women, bright boys and girls. We have finally achieved it! I want to take the time to congratulate each of you for the titanic effort that you have put on.”

“In such a short time, you have aligned, cooperated, and have worked together to raise this great strength!” she continued. “I urge these barbarians to come! With the wind at our side, I tell you, come over! Show your faces! For fear is not going to stop us! Not anymore! This town is stronger than ever! Sons of Salvation, we are ready! Heads up Anaís!”

“Heads up Amalia!” shouted the whole town.

The speech was so moving that the night became a great celebration. The central square was flooded with good energy, and the people danced in the small but fortified defense they had made.

In a nearby fountain, Argôn lay seated, admiring the sorceress from the distant. Her voice, her momentum, and her spirit inspired the man. After all, he already had a close relationship with her. She was his best friend, but the man felt something else. Something he tried to escape from when since he was a dragon.

He thought that, by being a man, he was going to manage these feelings where going in a much more reasonable way, but in reality, the feeling became more intense as the days went by.

That night, she was so special, and shone so beautifully that something began to invade the man´s had. An intrigue that burned him inside. He was uneasy, tense. Could it be that she felt the same? Or is it that it remained simply in this fantasy he had alone in his head?

There was not a day that the man was not stubborn to clarify this doubt, and tonight was the indicated one. “Oh yes, Argônæth” he said to himself, “tonight will be the night. It is finally the perfect moment.”

From a distance, around the tumult of people, he realized that the sorceress was looking at him. The man’s hands began to sweat. He looked away immediately. He felt that the woman was calling him, through her mind. He got up enthusiastically, but suddenly, several suitors appeared to the sorceress, and she started to talk to them. She looked happy.

In Argôn’s head thousands of doubts started to show up; blaming himself for feeling what he felt. He was never going to be what she deserved. Her purposes should not be distorted. Passing throughout the test of the light´s dimension had been achieved only with the real commitment to defend the race. It had nothing to do with his feelings. He was never going to belong to this sorceress; he thought she was destined to procreate her beauty and meet with a gentleman, a wizard, or even a prince.

“I don’t know what I’m thinking” he told himself. “Why do I feel these things? Why does this not fade right now? You do not want to understand. You don’t correspond to her and period. You should be focused on the battle! These people count on you!”

He sat back at the fountain, contaminated with uncertainty. When, suddenly, a tall woman appeared to him.

“It seems that it is not so easy to be a human.” said the woman.

“Madam, excuse me. I didn’t know you were here.”

" Argôn, it is fine,” said the woman. “From the moment I saw you, I knew you were a being from beyond. I can recognize it. Can I accompany you? You are very lonely here.”

The woman was Adelia, and she had heard aloud some of the man’s words. Surprised, she continued talking to him.

“These are the first concrete sentences I’ve heard you say,” said Adelia. “You’re a man of few words.”

Argôn remained silent.

“You don’t have to tell me your past. Nor what you once were. That doesn’t help us too much, right now” said the woman. “I just want to know, what does it feel like to be a human, now?”

“It’s strange, my lady,” replied the man. “I always saw you as creatures who were worthy of defense, worthy of love. I always wanted to know what it felt like to be a man, a Lořn. It is an intense and paradoxical experience. I have very good days; flooded with divine and levitating sensations, as well as not so good days, with deeply uneasy, anxious sensations; invaded in uncertainty and heaviness. It is apparently an unstable experience, but in reality, I consider that in the balance between these sensations, the desired stability is achieved. Or at least, that´s what I think so.”

“Pretty close to the truth, my son,” the woman replied. “It seems that your intentions are genuine, but you are very mysterious. Why do you want to do this? Why to abandon your divinity for us?”

“It’s what I’m made for, ma’am. To protect you” said the man.

“Are you sure is that, Argôn?” the woman asked. “Your eyes cannot tell me half- truths; I can recognize love when I see it.”