That night Akara woke up with a disturbing sight, everything was covered in boiling blood. The smell and the heat was making her extremely nauseous, breathing normaly was problematic.
She can't tell if she is awake or if she is dreaming but the heat in her tent is so intense she just had to get out. Just before her feet meet the floor she heard a troubled breathing.
Someone she couldn't recognise was standing outside the opening of her tent, someone with an empty and dark soul. As the being, she was not sure to think if this as a man or a creature, entered
her tent the boiling blood vaporized and everything bursted into dark red flames, like the color of blood. The heat was now unbearable.
She could now see who it was, she did now recognise the man, it was the wanderer that had stood outside. She did now understand that she is not dreaming.
The sight of the wanderer in person was even more disturbing then she would've thought. Without saying a word he held out something in his hand, some sort of shiny metal.
Akara followed with her eyes as he dropped the piece to the floor. At the impact of when the piece meet the floor a hogue power was released. All the flames, the smell
of the blood was gone, all was gone with the wanderer. All that was left was the metal piece on the floor.
Akara stod up from her bed, feeling heavely dizzy, and walked over the piece that now had been shattered in to two.
The sight of it almost made her faint, she did recognise the piece. It was Ofelia's talisman that her mother had given to her
when she was taken in by the Viz-Jaq'taar. She now understod that Ofelia had been slain by the dark forces of evil.
The hope of endning the reign of the brotherhood had been lost with the last warrior that beheld the powers to end the breath of evil.
As Kashya and the rogues returned with the body of both Ofelia and Waheed the whole camp was still, silence and heavy.
Everybody understod that hope was now gone, and nothing or no one could stop the brotherhood to keep it's hard grasp of the world.
The funeral was small and what was left of the bodies burned quickly. Akara was the last one about to leave the now small fire when
she saw a starfall. A feeling that was hard to describe, even for her, was fellt in her whole being, something was not quite right with this star.
The angle was not quite right, the speed was like nothing that she had never seen before, it was getting closer with a disastrous pace.
Before she was able to move, the star strucked down right in the middle of the fire, blasting Akare of her feet and shattering the ashes all over the camp.
Everyone got up and out of their camps just to see darkness everywhere. Shouts was heard but she could not understand what they were screaming.
She steadied herself and got up on her feet. Walking over to the impact of the star she heard something that didn't make any sence, a child's cry.
When she looked upon the child everything turned black around them, nothing was heard nor seen expect for the child and herself. It was like
the world had come to a minor stop, just too be breathing for a while. In this silence darkness the eyes of the child meet with hers, the child was not crying anymore.
Something very interesting cought the sight of Akara but she could not make out of what she saw but it looked like some sort of symbols.
Deep in her mind she recognised these three symbols, it's the symbols of the Anceint myth's.
She picked up the child in her arms and clothed her with her purple cape. When the child closed her eyes the surroundings was back to normal once more.
People came forwad to see what Akara had in her arms, but Akara made way to her camp with quick steps. Not to be hidning the child, but she had to know
the meaning of the symbols that marked the baby's chest, right beneth the collarbone.
Researching for several hours in her tent she finally looked upon one of the symbols that marked the child.
It was the symbol of Fire, only used by the Ancient. Understanding that the two other symbols would probably be of elemental source, she could soon
make out all the three symbols.
The marks on the child's chest was Fire, Lightning and Ice. When she said the words out loud for herself a spark was set of in her memory.
As a young child herself she remembered her mother telling tales of great man and women the behold the powers of ancient creatures.
Given gifts of great power by the ancient gods these humans could make a stand against any evil that might corrupt the world.
Though the semigods, as they often was called, was devine they where still human in nature.
Some would say that the only thing keeping these semigods to turn on each other was the great forces of evil. If evil would not exist
the semigods would destroy each other in a few decades. The forces of evil did atlast go under and was forced back.
Some of these semigods did abandon their powers and was gald to be of the normal humanity, even though not accapted by all.
Some of them turned on each other and destroyed themselves in devestating battles.
One of these semigods was called the Phoenix Striker. A powerfull women given the gift to control the elements of Fire, Lighting and Ice.
Whatever happened the her was never said, some say she was just a legend not to believe in, some believe she would've been to powerfull
to exist, some say she never died. Now she's just a legend.
Victoria, the Phoenix Striker have been reborn