Chapter CHAPTER X: ARAMORDT (7)

Wiz, convinced in the idea, approached the three creatures. Lifted on two legs, he grabbed his old staff and began to pronounce words that Dāel had never heard before. Golden flashes emanated from his body, which entered the children’s bodies. Delicately, their bodies grew and their extremities became gradually in fully formed adult ones. Their bodies floated in the air, and when they were completely transformed, they fell sharply to the ground.

The children were in line. All three were scared and extremely confused. Erin was the most conscious, and only looked at the silhouette of the dragons, while trying to cover her face with her hands at the first rays of the cloudy sun that shone on the morning of that day.

“Get closer, my children. What are your names?” asked Wiz.

The three siblings looked at each other on the floor, perplexed as they had no idea what was happening. Their memory had been erased, and they only had the faint and ambiguous awareness of what was happening. It was like waking up from a dream.

“They seem really confused, sir” said Dāel.

“Get right over here sons of Cora and Cael!” shouted the Golden King.

The young adults quickly rose from the ground.

“You, the one on the left” exclaims Wiz. “Come closer”

The terrestrial approached, looking at his siblings alongside. His knees shook. He wanted to speak but the words did not come from his mouth before the imposing image of the divine dragons.

“What is your name my son?” Wiz asked.

“Sir, I think he doesn’t even know his name” said Dāel The young sibling hid in the dark, fearful and static. Although, a string was hanging on each of their necks. It was the only object that shone from them, and it seemed to the King that this was more than a garment.

“Show the pendant of that necklace, it has some badges. What does it say, Dāel?”

“It is a Rimerian writing, sir” responded the dragon. “The transcript to this corresponds to the name of Cristof.”

“Perfect, Cristof!” said Wiz euphoric. “I am Wėzhreem, Golden King of the dragons and constituent of the Hanging Gardens. I formalize you as a Pure Agnarok, and I give you my blessing. Do not be afraid, for I´m only giving you the welcome to your renewed consciousness.”

“The one at the right end” continued the Golden King, “Come closer to see your necklace”

“I do not understand what is happening. Why are we here? What does it say we are?” asked the young man.

“You are a unique energy in this domain” responded Wiz “The Agnarok spirits´ are Raēn spirits, just like us, but their heart is the same as that of a sorcerer or a sorceress, having the ability to magically control their surroundings with their feelings, as any Solarian would do so. Your powers are incalculable, but as you can see, the Agnaroks incarnate in human bodies and must discover themselves on their own.”

“What does his pendulum say, Dāel?” asked Wiz.

“Timotheo, sir.”

“Excellent! Welcome Timotheo to the planet of , known in the terrestrial race as the . I consecrate you as a Pure Agnarok alike, and I hope you collide the regions of this planet beatifically. You have the divinity of the dragon´s kingdom, just like your brother.”

“Now, daughter, come over here! You can pass! Don’t be shy.” said Wiz.

Erin, shy, approached trembling towards the row where her static brothers were, showing her beautiful face in the sunlight. Erin’s beauty was unimaginable. Her hair was straight and golden. Her pupils seemed to be made of gold. And something strange suddenly happened in the heart of Wėzhreem.

Both dragons were stunned, for the girl shone the purest energy they had ever seen in their lives. Her creation had been magnified, and it felt like her energy came directly from the dimension of the Light.

“My daughter, you look like an angel.” Wiz said. “What is her name, Dāel?”

“My name is Erin” said the girl before Dāel could answer. “Where is my mother?”

“But how–” Wiz said stuttering. “How do you know this?”

“Where is my father?” repeated Erin.

“Sir, I think this energy is superior from the others,” whispered Dāel. “She doesn´t seem like her brothers.”

“Daughter, your mother is well. And your father is fine, too. Why don’t you allow me–”

“Let’s get out of here” said Erin. “These beasts are dangerous.”

“What do you think you are doing Erin?!” exclaimed Timotheo. “You´re going to get us killed!”

Wiz and Dāel looked perplexed, while the brothers argued in murmurs. The spell was supposed to erase their consciences, and welcome new ones into the world. But they didn´t seem to understand what was happening.

“Erin, sweetheart, why don’t you sit for a moment and let me explain” Said the Golden King.

“Where are my parents?! Why can’t we remember anything?!” shouted the girl.

“Listen to me!”

“I will not listen to anybody! Let’s go! They won´t tell us the truth!”

Wiz saw her in the eyes and felt a fatherly love for her, for when he saw through the, he reached her soul, and in it, only inhabited pain and despair. The Golden King could not explain or describe what was happening, but he immediately felt a paternal love for the young woman, and felt that he needed to protect her at all costs, for her energy was sacred.

“Wait! You should not wander through these areas alone!” shouted Wiz to the leaving siblings. “You will not be able to survive. These are the last mountains of the Region. They are very steep, and are full of deadly cliffs.”

The three saw each other, not knowing what to do or what to say.

“Let me propose you something. I will welcome all three of you into my kingdom. I will take care of you, and teach you everything you need to know. And in them, you will rise as princes and princesses. After all, you are all part of the sacred lineage of fire, and by blood, direct descendants of my first great Colonel Kramian. The best dragon I’ve ever had.”

The two brothers were excited, you can tell by their faces, but the King’s daughter remained undecided, quiet, confused. On her face, you could tell she didn’t trust the dragon.

“What do you think, Erin?” asked the Golden Dragon