1 Prologue

In a cave untrod by the other side's people, somewhere far beyond the ancient forest and deep within the concealed haven, an old withered woman sat before a table.

Her expression was uncertain, constantly changing such as, in this second, she seemed too focus on her task and then she's looking wary or her forehead is creasing more than one fold and for a moment she was shaking, or in the next she would be muttering words her audience wouldn't understand - but though her attitude changed, her attention never wavered and was as real and as infinite as the role given to her.

By each gemstone, a symbol and a rune was inscribed, their colors glittering from the light swaying slightly from the lit torch above her head. Yet somehow as her senses spread around the table, it never opens up to what it carried inside.

"I believe you shouldn't tire yourself, Priestess Anar", a gruff voice said, leaning forward with a rough-shaped face and hard green eyes, "Isn't it hopeless to try?"

Anar smiled at the elemantalist of earth, showing four small white teeth between dry lips, "It is not wrong of me to see if it will work this time"

The tellurian sighed when he looked down at her, but held out his hands and let them helped her up the seat. Tellurian, they are the ones who formerly lived from the dominion called Tellus, or those the ones who can control the element of earth.

Just as they started to head out the sacred room, the stone door began to slid down into a close, "The people are slowly losing their hope"

"A little more, and they will come", she muttered before one of her usual hysterics began.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her whole dwarfish body had gone rigid. The tellurian kept her steady as an image formed in her vision of a small child - her hair is as dark as the night, her skin so pale like the snow and eyes the color of a brilliant sea.

The child running through the tormenting rain in an unfamiliar premises, leaping over a crowd of people dressed in foreign garments and ducking through the alley in the corner.

In the picture was an insuniation of a thunder crackling above, and though it was dark, the girl knew her way by the each steps she took, she does with a precise timing as she casted a glance behind her.

The image faded as she reached out a rickety house in the back of a large structure, and calling out to a strange name to their land, her hand holding to a brown package as a face of a filthy boy appeared, and soon the Priestess was returning to her senses again but that was a sign.

She straightened up and looked around them. It seems all the people residing with them had retired to their chambers. There is nothing to worry for no one would hear.

"I saw her. I saw her at last", she uttered, though her face isn't the least bit fazed.

"The Princess?", the tellurian asked hopefully.

"Yes, but it has surprised me", she said, twirling a finger around her wooden cane, "Why is the terrain of the place she lived in was unfamiliar to that of any dominion in our land?"

The tellurian allowed himself one of his small-closed off smiles, and he didn't commented on that for what feels like an infinite seconds, for he cannot forget the prophecy.

"Who can imagine our savior would be found in the world of Rando?"

"Rando, you say? Where it must be?", Anar questioned, finding the word another thing to be confused about.

"The world of the ordinary people, the one we can only reach through means of the dark teleportation"

The Priestess didn't question how he knew that; Garren had lived long more than she have and he'd been there way before their tormentors comes to rule.

Part of her knew that's why he became the appointed guardian when the prophecy would finally transpire.