Daughters of The King

CHAPTER I: SAPIENT DREAMS (2)

CHAPTER I: SAPIENT DREAMS (2)

        Amara was not sure, however, for she did not know if death was the right solution. Although after thirteen years, she had finally comprehend that her younger sister was an impure being. A being with intentions that were neither genuine nor honorable. If this didn't explode now, it would explode later. Perhaps even with greater consequences.

        However, Amara could not do it; she couldn't murder her. It was counterproductive, and did not fit in with the values her mother had taught her. Nor with the sense of honor instilled by her father. Her mind began to cloud with thoughts. And suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Rita snatched the fire crystal from Amara's hand, and buried it in her left leg. The golden daughter cries out in pain, and in a reaction, holds her sister's arm; brings her closer to her, while she was still kneeling on the ground, and with the blue crystal, she attacked Rita directly in the heart, piercing her body. Impregnating it with the bluish poison.

     Weakened, Rita closed her eyes. Held herself accountable, and allowed her body to fall back; sentencing her death. Falling into the deep abyss of the great Mount Curul. Abandoning her life, on the cloudy void.

      The sky began to clear. The forest began to glow green again, and the daylight illuminated Amara's face one more time. But this one did not feel enlightened. She wasn't happy, actually, she was crying uncontrollably. Her pain was ruthless, and her severe sadness echoed through the mountains. Making her fear reach the closest places. The princess had lost her two sisters. How could she continue to live like this? How was she going to explain this to her parents? How was the kingdom going to continue with the tragic death of two of its royal princesses?

      For a moment there was a terrifying, eternal silence. Amara did not know what to do or what to say, while drowning in the penury of her feelings. Heartbroken, she looks straight ahead, and a beautiful white rose falls gently on the top of the mountain; she gets up to pick it up, and perceives a faint and peaceful light descending towards it. It was the most beautiful bird she had ever seen. Covered with snow, it prostrated itself before her, descending in the form of a spirit. Delicately, it transformed into the essence of a man. Dressed in a long white suit; his feet were not seen, and the end of his clothing faded into nothingness. Its specter floated in the sky, and its face was so bright that the creature could not be distinguished.

    "Beatific, has always been your nature, Amara" the being exclaims. “I´ve come here to give you a message from the highest of the skies.”

     "You've fought hard, and you've chosen the right path" the creature continues. “The annulment of this evil, and of this adverse law, could only be carried out by you. And it is in this way, by which the light is consecrated, and the glimpse of the joy will be delighted forever over all my creatures. You have destroyed the curse of the mystical crystal, and you have risen in the heights of my kingdom with the fire crystal; the instrument designed to lead your people, our people. You are the Divine Correction, Amara, and this is the path to our glory. This is the precedent for the prosperity of your days. Welcome to your best times, New Queen of the North.”

      Amara was not really convinced, although, very amazed. She remains in silence, and said nothing.

    "Serene, my daughter" continues the being. “I am Elgoneth; holy member of the Divine Golden Assembly. Do not cry, for you are eternally blessed with me. Take this message to your parents, and take this for yourself.”

       The divine being presented her with a golden lyre, covered with precious crystals; as a gift from her, and a perpetual reminder to be protected by The Gods. But even so, Amara could not comfort her heart, and there was still restlessness inside of it.

    "Thanks, but this isn't going to bring my sisters back" says Amara. “This is cruel and foolish. And if this is my destiny, it is dark and a depressing one. I don't think I am the one to guide my kingdom towards the light that it will need so much these days.”

Elgoneth then, led her into the abyss of the hill, and took a gold seed out of his right hand. It was small, and badly damaged. He planted in front of her, and said,

“This fragile seed is broken; injured from within. She has been through long days of severe drought. Although, she knows she can grow. She knows that, in order to grow, she needs to be placed in the bitter soil. She knows she must be covered in darkness, and that she must fight, if she really wants to find the light. It would cost her a lot, but when she finds the light, Amara, she´ll become the most prosperous tree in The Region. Flourishing her preciousness, as an inspiring shield of gold and silver. Encouraging all the hearts of her people, into their legendary triumph. These will be your days, princess, for you are destined to become, the testimony of light.

I promise you Amara, every time you are in your kingdom, and you go to the highest point of its prestigious fortress, you´ll see this tree getting bigger, brighter, stronger. And someday, it´ll be so vast, so fruitful and so magnificent that the whole North will see it easily. I hope that day, you sing our best songs. Share your sweetest arpeggios. Tune in with the universe, and I hope that day, you recite the most beautiful melodies. Never heard in the currents of these ancient winds. I hope you inspire your land, with those anthems already living in your heart. And I hope you make this dance, a joyful one; along with the gift I had offer you. You and your people will be divinely protected by us, for all future times. Remember this, every time you look up towards this sacred mountain.”

"Madam, madam! Wake up!" a woman exclaims.

“Irene?” Amara asks.

"Wake up, ma'am! You've been sleeping all day here in the third square!" says the woman. “Night has fallen already.”

"How did I end up here?" Amara exclaims, confused.

"You were training in the morning, and decided to take a break" Irene replies. “I didn't think it would take that long! Do you know what day is today?

   Amara shakes her head from side to side, still confused, before the woman continues.

  "It is Leorian's twenty-fifth day ... your birthday, ma'am!" Irene exclaims. “It’s your number thirty-three!”

"Irene" interrupts Amara, "we must prepare ourselves immediately. Elgoneth is trying to communicate with me. The day is coming.”

“The day, my lady?” Irene stutters, trembling.

 “The day of the great battle” replied Amara. “The Dark Legion of Dynamo is reaching us, all the way down. And this vanity does not come with mercy. We´ve no choice. If we do not face this evil, this malevolent prosperity will reign forever, and the light of its traitorous empire will be inextinguishable as the sun before us. Perfect for the eternity of the hazy days. Favorable for the uncertainty of the dark nights. An unfaithful witness over the skies, with poisonous intentions covered in abhorrence and fear. We´ve waited four rimmers for this moment. I can feel it, Irene. The end is coming to us. Rita, is coming to us.”