Chapter 2: Celestia the Genius Hero

The river's gentle flow carried a small child drifting in the currents the people residing in the Sanctuary on the outskirts of Eldravia. Found the infant named Celestia written in her clothes.

As Celestia grew within the Sanctuary's

she believes what the residents of the Sanctuary tell around her. They told her of tragedy and loss, recounting how she was discovered as a baby, her parents purportedly falling victim to demons, their lifeless forms carried away by the unrelenting river.

From a tender age, Celestia displayed an exceptional intellect and an latent skill in combat. Yet, the tragedy that happen in her past shaped her demeanor. A cold, stoic resolve in her eyes, and solitude became her constant companion. She distanced herself from the other children, seeking solitude in the Library seeking knowledge and being alone for her training .

In the quiet halls of the Sanctuary, Celestia found peace, her studies seeking more knowledge, her training relentless. Alone with her thoughts, she trying to remember her past, cultivating a resilience detachment to other people. The other candidates trying to become Heroes sensed an powerful aura surrounding her, an invisible light that kept them for getting closer to her.

At the age of seventeen, a special moment awaited Celestia. The sacred air within the Sanctuary seemed to shine as an emissary arrived, bearing a message written in the language of destiny. It was time for Celestia to step beyond the peaceful life that confines her in Sanctuary and take the path of being a Hero.

The elder of the Sanctuary, a wise figure draped in robes of solemnity, approached to Celestia. "Celestia, your brilliance illuminates the darkness that roaming to Eldravia. Your strength is the answer to a realm in need. The holy sword, Dawnbringer amajestic sword that harnesses the power of the cosmos, illuminating the path with it's celestial radiance at sun., has chosen you."

Dawnbringer one of the sacred blade with a gleaming hilt adorned in celestial symbols, resonated with a divine energy that seemed to recognize Celestia's determination.

"Dawnbringer recognizes the strength within you, Celestia," the elder spoke. "You are chosen not just for your intellect or combat prowess but also your spirit that courses through your veins."

Celestia, her expression unyielding, accepted the weight of the holy sword. "I shall carry this sword upon me. The demon may claim the light of others, but I shall wield this sword to illuminate the light again."

Dawnbringer, now in Celestia's hand, emitted a radiant glow, as if acknowledging her at it's master feeling her determination. The sacred sword's glow that shine through the Sanctuary.

As she stepped beyond the Sanctuary's confines, Celestia's journey unfolded, guided by the holy sword and the secret of her past. The winds of Eldravia carried her name as she embarked on her journey.