Legends of Kepler: The Dragon & The Woman

The first rays of the sun entered between the arms of the mountains; the moment had arrived. Dozens of riders went out with their horses, and they each carried an archer with them. Hundreds of men lined up in a row, along with some small wooden catapults that were still being made, but which the New Colonel decided to release at the big event. He took Amalia’s white horse, and led the invasion with the twelve main riders.

The attack plan was to be direct and surprising, and so it was. They quickly entered the fortress, and after a quick and steady walk, they reach the wooden gates of Glamdoer which was immediately under attack.

The nobles knocked down the large wooden door, for it could not stand the countless amount of stones that were colliding the walls in flames, thrown by the catapults. The riding archers of the Army of Salvation lay down the main generals of the enemy kingdom, which were at the top of the gates.

The army had been divided into three parts: first, the frontal zone where Argônæth was leading; they entered directly. The other two parts were divided into riders, and in their fast rides on the sides of the fortress, the archers kept to bringing down the men who had positioned themselves on the upper side of the wall. The Sons of Salvation were everywhere.

There was no escape. The catapults, once fulfilled their function of knocking down the main entrance, were positioned on the sides of the fortress, and with the cleaning of the men placed on top, they began to mercilessly throw thousands of large stones that began to collapse the towers and walls of the fortress. The external part of the kingdom was dismantled rapidly. At the same time, Argônæth led along with hundreds of knights the internal attack of the kingdom. The nobles entered chambers, halls, and blacksmithing centers; defeating all men, without injuring any children or any woman, according to the instructions of the New Colonel. He went along with the twelve main knights, directly, to the palace of the Kings.

They climbed the endless levels of the palace; floor by floor, room by room, hall by hall. Defeating the vain knights, princes and dukes who were in them, until they reached the vast main chamber. Inside of it, there were located more than twenty-five men, designated for the protection of the king. However, the fury of the New Colonel was so integrated on him that he knocked down the guards easily, without help, as he slowly walked towards the throne of the unfortunate King. The twelve knights of the Colonel remained astonished. The king, on the other hand, found himself completely perplexed, for the terror that gradually ran through his blood started to boil when he saw his beautiful marble floors, of blue and gold badges, stained with red; full of his best warriors defeated. Induced and aggravated by the hands of only one man, Argônæth.

“Wait, I can give you everything you want!” said the king.

“You are a sickening heathen! Get on your knees!” Argôn replied. “Your riches mean nothing to me, coward. You will be treated as what you are; an evildoer, a liar, a cheater and a thief. This is the last time you will play with my people!”

Argôn slapped the King with the back of his hand, and he lay unconscious on the ground.

“Get him out of here” he said. “Gather him with all the princes and dukes of this palace. I will take them all, and everyone will be punished.”

“So it will be, sir!” exclaimed the knights.

Argôn opened the huge sliding doors that were hidden behind the throne. This gave access to a balcony where the landscape of the entire kingdom, was seen.

When he peered into it, the kingdom was completely destroyed. The walls had fallen; the men were on the ground. The pilasters had collapsed, and when the Sons of Salvation saw the face of their new colonel on the heights of the palace, they shouted his name with joy and shock; as it symbolizes the victory and revenge of their town.

From the balcony, there were descending stairs that lead to the ground of the finished battle. And the Colonel began to slowly descend them. The army kept chanting his name. He raised his silver sword, delivered by his great friend, and in his mind he imagined the great nation. The new palaces, the new temples, and everything he was going to build for his people.

A woman with her children approached the Colonel, when he touched the ground of the fallen land. She looked fearful, and tremendously nervous.

“Sir, please, have mercy on us” she said. “Forgive us! Forgive my children’s life!”

“We don’t want to be slaves, sir!” said one of the kids. “Mercy, sir. Please!”

Argôn then climbed on top of the rubble from the fallen pilasters, waving his red wine hood. He buried his silver sword in the ground. Raised his face, lowered his head cap and decided to say a few words to the crumbling fief.

“Children of Glamdoer!” exclaimed the man. “Your unjust kings have fallen and for their subversive acts they will be condemned to slavery, but you will be free! You will be forgiven! And on behalf of my people, I offer you to come with us! Follow our pace to Anaís! Emigrate and embrace a new home! A fair and honest one! Fusing your extensive philosophical, academic, merchant, blacksmithing and masonry techniques with our knowledge of nature, cultivation, fisheries and windmills, we will build a great nation together. Join the movement! Join the force of the new empire, the new kingdom! Welcome, to the Great Kingdom of Anaís!”

Thus, merchants, blacksmiths, carpenters, builders, sculptors and academics decided to follow the path to the lands of the new nation. All the people left the ruins of Glamdoer, and followed the road that lead the Sons of Salvation. Everyone thanked Argôn, for his compassion made them happy, and his vision filled them with hope in their new walk.

They arrived then to Anaís, along with Glamdoer’s exiles. He enslaved the kings immediately, and the people of his town received the immigrants harmoniously and humbly, thus unifying the two kingdoms of the Region; emerging both of them as one. Argôn then organized a banquet that day to celebrate, and in it, he presented Amalia as the New Queen of the Nation, the New Queen of Anaís.

After a few words of idolization to her beloved, and a few drinks on top, she climbed on the royal table, and in front of everyone decided to praise her new king.

“In this way, ladies and gentlemen, begets the king! Our king! The new master of the Region, the New King of Anaís. Long live Argôn the King!”

“Long Live, Argôn the King!” everyone shouted.