Legends of Kepler: The Dragon & The Woman

Argôn swallowed, as a lump in his throat was made, until the woman continued.

“I see it and I feel it in you, Argôn ” said Adelia. “My daughter is a great woman; she appreciates you very much. And I tell you, falling in love is an experience that comes with being a human.”

“Is it wrong to fall in love, ma’am?” asked Argôn.

“It won’t be as long as you know how to channel these emotions,” the woman replied. “Falling in love is an effect produced by the genuine intention of wanting to love from the heart, Argôn. As Lořn, and as a man, you will look for love and love will look for you. But love is not a feeling, my son. It is an entity that is built, through good and bad times. It is the force that defines us. The one which unites us. The only force capable of bringing fullness to the soul, for this can only be built through the sincerity of the heart, and from the authenticity of what it feels; of what you want to offer, both for yourself and for others.

“Don’t feel bad about loving someone too much,” she continued. “We do not choose who we love, love chooses us. And the love you feel for someone, is a reflection of your own love. It is a reflection of your own self. For what you give to yourself; for what you are capable of giving for others. If you feel a lot, then work a lot to manifest this correctly. On its own unique, and right way. And if you manage to do so, you´ll never have a better experience in your whole life than living within that love. Within that happiness. Within that joy life wants to grant you for loving my daughter in the sincerest way, with integrity and maturity.”

“It is beautiful what you say, my lady” Argôn answered. “But too complicated for me. I don’t think I can learn to do all of this. Besides, luck doesn’t seem to be running on my side. I will not reach that point, or at least, not for a long time.”

“If you ́re not willing to learn, nobody can help you Argôn” says the woman. “But if you ́re determined to learn, no one will stop you. Luck plays no part in the divinity of the moment that is programmed to transcend, and make two flames come together in a single burning flame of eternal love. This is the law, this is the key, this is the trap: the truth. You must be honest with yourself, for it is the only way you’ll achieve the gratifying happiness that you are looking for. Don’t enslave yourself to the result. Learn to enjoy the mystery of your process.

“Oh ma’am, I don’t know what to say” exclaimed the man. “I see where Amalia gets so much awareness.”

“That’s why I tell you, son” exclaimed Adelia. “As long as you know how to orient your impulses and your emotions, everything will follow properly.”

“Rest assured that whatever you are doing for my daughter and my people is for love, and not because you are in love” she continued. “The romantic aspect is only a part of the big force of love; only a part of our lives. Try to keep this balanced and love will gently bow down before you. If you get carried away by your impulses, and pressure it, you will end up creating unfavorable or unpleasant situations. Events that will truncate your greatest purpose in life, yourself. Your well-being, your happiness, your fullness, and specially, the destiny you were chose for.”

“That’s how it will be, my lady” Argôn responded. “Your words are a breath of hope.”

“I wish you the best and only the best. You´ll need it, and we will need it too” exclaimed the woman. “And thank you for what you are doing to protect us. You are that strong leader, and that element of security that we all needed.”

Adelia got up from the fountain, and slowly withdrew to the group of people. The whole town was partying, it was a great celebration, but rarely does life invite one to celebrate, without first presenting a new chain of unexpected surprises.

The next day, a red dawn provisioned the morning. A set of agitated trumpets vibrated on the horizon of the septentrion, and heavy energy was perceived in the atmosphere. The first men of the army rose, among them, the General, Argônæth. Removing people from his path, making his way through the crowds, he approached the plain on the outskirts of the town, where the headquarters of the fortress of the Sons of Salvation was located.

At the bottom of the place, he heard a stiff chorus coming along with dark voices. The man tried to reach the front of his defense, where the catapults and defensive wooden towers were placed. Having arrived at the place, he could observe his surroundings.

“The time has come” said the General. “All in position”

“Sir, they are much more than we expected.” said one of the riders.

“All in your positions! Do you not understand?!” he shouted. “I want everyone up, in their positions, right now!” Argôn repeated.

Argôn guide the men to load the set of armaments. The catapults were not ready yet. Running between the bases, he shouted to everyone that the day had come; the definitive time of Elgoneth. The test was present; the meeting was a reality. The attacking lines were coming closer. Everything was aligned for the great battle. The waiting time, was over.

The General, accelerated the pace at unnatural speeds. He watched as the reddish sky slowly transformed to a grayish color, as the roar of the barbarian voices approached their land, and entered their ears.

He reached the main tower; the tower of the archers, where the fire bell was. Climbing all the floors and all the stairs, he woke up all the archers and infants that were located on the different levels of the tower.

“Towards the balconies!” he shouted “I need ammunition and sufficient artillery. When you see the signal, shoot!”

He continued his rise, the innate leader. His mind kept telling him he wouldn’t make it. That they would not succeed. Losing and failing to his beloved and his people would mean losing and failing himself. His greatest fears, and the uncertainty of getting his decisions right, came into play. The moment of truth had arrived. Each step he took to the cusp of the tower, accelerated his heart even more; invaded by a fear of uncertainty. And the despair of the burning anxiety ran through his veins, although this drove the warrior further. He knew that destiny was now in his hands, and that was a good thing. For he understood that if he was a strong and intelligent being, he will win. And having been the way he was, led him to where he was now. Everything depended on him. Everything remain on his actions.

The outcome of this battle was found on himself, so when he became aware of this, he channeled these emotions to lift his attitude. He felt even more secure of himself. With every step he took, he felt better; able to face the great war. He looked up, and was already in front of a wide wooden door.

He was on the highest level of the tower. Before opening the door, he took one last breath. In an aggressive push, he opened the brown doors. He could then observe, the size of what this battle represented. The black and gray masses bordered completely the beginning of the distant forest, entering with torches, long spears, forged axes and swords. They were incalculable lines of barbarians. Where did so many men come from?

The horizon was dark. The southland was invaded by terror, and the sky began to break. The first raindrops were showing up.

The general directed his gaze toward the ceiling of the cusp, and there he contemplated the great bell made of wheat and straw. With his mind in blank, he lit the bell. This flame then resonated visually in the surroundings, giving initiation to the great battle for the People of Anaís. Fulfilling its main purpose, the signal of the imminent arrival of the barbarians. Although, this was not a drill; the war was not being announced, the war was upon them.