Legends of Kepler: The Dragon & The Woman

“Mother,” interrupted Erin. “Why do you stop? Why are you crying?”

“Kids,” said the woman, closing the notebook, shaking her hands, “the time has come.”

“The time moth–”

Before Timotheo responded to his mother, a piece of the iron roof collapsed in flames over them. The wooden stands were covered with an unstoppable fire. The fall of one of these, caught one of the children, Cristof. The shelter was falling apart. The woman quickly grabbed her daughter, and manages to hold Timotheo by the hand, who was weak in his legs.

With a triangular spell out of her left hand, she destroyed and moved away the iron roof that trapped Cristof. He began to walk towards his mother, limping, but a stream of water began to seep into the place.

“We must get out of here!” exclaimed the woman.

“Mom, the notebook! The story!”

“That doesn’t matter right now, Erin!”

The reinforced wooden pilasters which supported the iron roof began to break, one by one. The planks of the pavement did not resist the fall of the roof. The underground water beneath the depths of the shelter began to flood the place. The shelter was covered in flames. The children began to scream, but the sorceress saw in the distance, a secret door that led to the passageways of evacuation. They led to the surface of the city.

It was the only way out, although, the woman thought twice before using it; for the place where they were hiding was the safest place. And, if chaos has reached them, it was only due to one reason: the end of Anaís.

“The water is drowning me!” Cristof exclaimed.

“Hold on to me! We’re about to arrive!” exclaimed the woman.

The family walked through the flooded subsoil while trying to reach the exit door. When they were about to arrive, a monstrosity poked its head into the chamber, roaring fiercely. The children were crying in despair because they were all about to be devoured.

The beast emanated a gust of fire towards the mother, but the sorceress proclaimed a few words out loud:

“Ethêrei idlegul, Niui mï itirith,’ ien-masta ána ará”

When she proclaimed these words, her hands illuminated the place. She put them together in the form of a bag, as if she were holding water between them. Within them, a yellow light was born; the more the sorceress raised her hands, the more the light grew together.

The light covered half the shelter and took a giant circular shape. It turned into a magical shield, which deflected the powerful flash of fire that came from the mouth of the evil beast on both sides. The woman pushed her magical hands out, releasing the light, enlarging in the giant shield of energy that swiftly headed towards the beast; attacking it. This gave her enough time to reach the door and break through it. But the door was reinforced on both sides, and could only be opened with her powers. They did not have another way out, and when she pushed the door with her yellow hands, it fell backwards and a secret passage that led to the last great mountains of the region was shown to the family.

Through the passage, the sorceress managed to get her children out. With its huge claws, the giant beast tore through what was left of the shelter, while the family fled the place. When they reach the final of the passage, a bunch of gleaming lights were glowing their eyes uncomfortably. The woman could finally realize the magnitude of the evil that was poured out upon her people. The kingdom was completely on fire. The pilasters had fallen, and the great wall was falling apart. They were on a real battlefield. Hundreds of dragons were stalking, destroying the empire, brick by brick. Stone by stone.

The night was cold and pale, but the warriors were standing. The woman saw the chance of victory, as the warriors of the Sons of Salvation were still defending themselves. The fire catapults were still standing, and attacking the creatures of the Army of Splendor. The end was uncertain.

The sorceress didn’t know where the King was, but she knew in her heart he was alive. She was more concerned about her mother, for she didn’t know if destiny had allowed her to survive. The woman wanted to go into battle. However, she was with her children, and the giant beast with purple wings kept chasing them. The mother had to take her children to a hidden shelter, which was located on the last hill before reaching the last southern mountains. It was a hiding place, which normally functioned as an underground prison, but it was the best place that occurred to the sorceress to guard her children.

The four members of the royal family were running in between the flaming dark night. The children, petrified, ran as fast as they could. The flames set fire to the place, and the monster continued to emanate his violet fire, which the sorceress wielded with its spells, and its triangular charms. Timotheo suddenly bumped into one of the stones, and fell behind them all.

“Timotheo!” said the woman

“Mother!” yelled the kid.

The mother stopped with Cristof, and they returned to protect the child, as the dragon was slowly approaching to them. Amalia released one of her most powerful triangular spells. She put her fingers together. The pinky with the ring, the middle one with the index, and the thumb alone. She turned her hand a little to the left and, in a blink of an eye, it covered itself with a dark green surrounding flame. She stayed her hand static in the triangular form, and pushed the near air in an accelerated manner.

“Arteri Egnmore!”

From her left hand, she threw a triangle of fire that grew as it flew into the air. The spell attacked the dragon’s left wing of the mystical lineage, and managed to push it away.

“Stand up Theo!” she said.

“Mama, look at Erin!” said Timotheo.

The little girl had continued running without turning around, ignoring the imminent danger that was happening behind her. And when the woman noticed her run, a dragon was falling violently in the sky. It was heading just toward the road where the girl was running, about to fall and crush her. The sorceress emanated from her right hand an invisible magnetic power and from a distance, which managed to stop the girl’s run. Erin could not move, she stopped looking at the ground and the little greenish dragon collapsed abruptly in the ground just ahead her; in front of her eyes. An image that would remain forever in the girl’s memory.

With the purple beast severely affected, and the three controlled children, the mother had enough time to go down the small hill with them, and among some strange bushes, she found the underground hiding shelter. The hole had iron bars, so the woman with her fists of fire, tore these bars and placed the siblings in the cave.

“Mommy, I don’t want to stay here,” said Erin.

“Don’t go mama, I’m too afraid.” Cristof exclaimed with tears in his eyes.

“Children, you must be strong. You must wait for me, here you will be safe.”

“Mother, don’t leave us, please,” said Timotheo, and the three children began to cry.

“You won´t be safe outside!” shouts the woman, “I need to find your father, I need to find your grandmother. You are strong and very brave, I will not abandon you my little kings. We will succeed, and we will get out of this. I promise you I will come back, here you´ll be fine. I love you so much”

Amalia placed again the bars, and some leaves to cover the hiding place. She generated a spell that produced a yellow aura which burned whoever tried to enter the zone; setting an energy field that protected the princess and the two little princes. She turned around, and entered the heart of the battle.

She went through all the battlefield, until she reached the center of the destruction. Hundreds of warriors were devoured; the dragons fell in her eyes. Fire catapults attacked the beings, and half of the archers were fallen or missing. It was a wild and close battle. She looked everywhere for the king, but Argônæth could not be seen. Her destiny, however, was the small tile factory, her mother’s house. The sorceress feared the worst, and in her head she only imagined the house full of flames, for everything around her was devastation.

When the woman arrived at the place, which was located in one of the corners of the kingdom, the house was practically intact, to her surprise. And in her mind, time was paralyzed and she remembered how she came to this place as a child. Although they were in the middle of a destructive storm, in the sorceress’s mind it was like the first time she had taken the straw to her home for her father. Embracing him in their unique bond. Dancing with her mother in the kitchen. Hugging and kissing. Time had stopped.

The woman returned to reality. She decided to enter the house abruptly. Everything was turned off, all silent. She went to the shelter where her mother was supposedly, but when she arrived there was no one.

“Mother? Mother where are you?!” she asked.

The sorceress quickly climbed the stairs as she could, heading for the second floor of her former home. She entered her mother’s room and there she was still and clothed. Coughing and leaning to the side.

“Mother, what are you doing here?” she asked as she touched her mother on the forehead. “You’re cold and pale. We must move from here.”

“Daughter, have I told you how beautiful your face is?” said the mother, coughing. “I thought I would not see it again.”

“Mother, what are you talking about?” said the woman with watery eyes. “Let’s get out of here!”

“My time has come, my daughter.”