Diaries

Emilie Villegas

Past the kingdom of Okasis, across the sea from ScaleWind and a little further away from Bright Port, lies a small village. The structure and bases of the town align with old wood. Windows and tables marked with cold webs. The village had fallen into disarray. However, not too long ago, a young lady had stepped up to the plate. She restored the village and it booms with light. The villagers old and new, appreciate their way of life. The guards, now brave, stand their post, waiting for a new leader. Fighting the night, she wield her sword. With bravery and might, she led the village into a new era. An era of the next lord of the land, in which she had named, Phoenix Drop.

This young lady, grew into an elegant warrior. Crossing the seas, and making peace, she planned out a better world. Everything was thriving, and as the dimensions crossed, she had fought whatever came in her path. One day, a new story was learned, one of the divine warriors. Each resembling a relic, they fought to protect the land. Enki, a warlock whose power beamed with pride. Shad, the man who rose hell only to bring it back down. Esmund, a loyal guard. Lastly, a woman, whose power rose above the others. She was known throughout the land as a symbol of hope. That hope would soon be passed down to the woman who stand before her statue. After the divine war, relics were scattered all over the land. Everyone, was determined to get their hands on one. Doing anything, to get it.

What no one knew, was that these relics were to be passed onto the descendants, of the divine warriors. Five in total, will gather the relics and take their place as the guardians of the earth. However, the one named shad had gone mad. He yearned for the relic to be in his hands. He flipped the world upside down just to find it. The young lady couldn’t let this happen, she did everything in her power to keep the world at peace. Doing so led to a discovery. A discovery of who she really was. Memories and flashbacks rang in her head everyday. The people she would see were of unfamiliar, yet familiar faces. She sought out help in order to identify her identity. A witch by the name of Hyria answered her prayers. ”You are the descendant of the one who holds ultimate power. Restoring peace and hope, you watch from the heavens. Even if it means betraying one who is close to you, you would do it by all means necessary to save us. You are the angel who brings us light. You are the savior”, the witch had told her. She stood in surprise. She didn’t want to be any of this. She didn’t want to be the savior.

The savior known as Irene.