The throne room of Ursa's kingdom was decorated for the big occasion. Crowded with lords and ladies, heroes and heroines from six kingdoms, redolent with the scents of perfume, glittering with soft warm spring sunlight that came from the vast windows on the wall. The dull rumble of talks filled the room at her entrance, judging eyes, sinister whispers, men and women jostling for the best place to take a good look at her -a tribute that for some reason shamelessly dressed as a noble- or maybe they were just trying to get the best view spot to see the Goddess.

She didn’t know that a slave was allowed to have what she was having so far. She had heard how bad usually a slave been treated. News about runaway slaves that got captured and tortured to death was the one she has heard the most. She had all the luxury a noble could have –beside her freedom-. Having a room in the noble regency, dressing up with beautiful dresses and jewelry, having her own maids, even got invited to the big event and sat among the nobles. Was all of that for the sake of the game Prince Scry had talked about? What was he planning on? What kind of man was Prince Scry? All of those questions ran on her mind as she strutted toward her seat.

Keeping her chin up, she walked as gracefully as she could. Her eyes then met her master gaze. There was a satisfied grin plastered on his face as his amber eyes evaluated her look from his seat. The sinister smile that was on his face a few hours ago had gone without a trace. He looked so noble, so delicately handsome and serene.

While striding toward her seating -next to Scry-, her gaze landed ahead to the throne seat. Where the golden-haired man sat, smiling regally in his navy and gold getup. The attire fitted against his taut body, and beneath the drape of his regal cloak, she saw a glimpsed of his loyal Katar at his side. His unruly golden hair tied away from his face. She gulped a bit when his eyes cast on her. There were admiration, jealousy, and longing mixed on those piercing blue eyes. She carefully avoided his eyes as she's approaching her seat. Eireen paused in front of the king and bowed down in respect.

"My beautiful tribute!" Exclaimed Scry, as he stood up from his royal chair and walked toward her. He ignored all the rule manner and leaned close to Eireen.

“Look at our golden boy,” Scry whispered to her, “wonder how he will react if I do this…”

Scry then took her hand and kissed it, a soft but prolonged one. A victory chuckle escaped his lips the moment he glanced at the king and saw how red was his face.

"Let's go to our seat," he added on as he grabbed the girl's hand and lead her to their seat. His eyes glowed with joy and a lopsided smile plastered on his lips. Jace's piercing blue eyes darken while watching the scene.

But Scry moment of bliss was cut off by Lugos the Goddess’ zanj arrival. His angelic and sovereign form hushed the room. As he strode in, his black majestic wing glittered like a star, everyone was awed by his grandiose.

Standing in the middle of the throne room, he opened his wings gracefully and with his bellowing voice, he announced the Goddess arrival.

“All hail to our Goddess of Life Aiena!”

Everyone in the room bowed down, dropped to their knees with heads touching the ground.

The room was quickly filled in with mist, slowly it gathered in the middle of the throne room. Through the gathering mist came the form of a bleary white figure. A mesmerizing light came from inside the mist almost blinding everyone in the room. As the light easing of a majestic figure emerged. The Goddess was glowing in her magnificent beauty. She had a long white gown on and her wavy blonde hair was shining to the point it created some kind of silvery halo floating around her. The mist slowly dispersed, revealing her otherworldly beauty, her skin was almost transparent glowing, her silver eyes were deep and sublime, and her divinity was unparalleled, no one dared to raise up, instead, all fell flat to the floor.

'Raise up my children, let me see your faces,' her ethereal voice spoke to their mind, 'for there’s not much time left, let's choose the warrior to lead us to victory for once and for all. Let’s bring an end for this long war now. For you have suffered enough, therefore today to the chosen hero I shall bestow my blessing.'

Gradually people started to raise their head excitedly, the soft murmurs were starting to fill the room. Faces full of hope to be selected as the hero was on each of the candidates.

The Goddess then held up her right hand in front of her. As she opened her clenching hand a beautiful bright prismatic light was pulsing from her fingertips. All eyes were on it as it flickering; changing colors. Startling band of colors illuminated the room. The people stared at the Goddess in awe, gasped at how majestic it was. Then slowly a Navette shaped red gem emerged from the Goddess' palm. It swirled gently and beautifully.

'This is Fetuu La Rossa, the red crimson of hope. A legendary stone that was bestowed to me by my brother the God Eichoa before he went to his slumber,' the Goddess' voice echoing as her eyes sweeping the room, 'it only can be wielded by the chosen one, no one else.'

The air of excitement sparked, as the crowds gazing at the sparkling stone. The uncontained astonishment grew stronger at every second. No one could sit still, some of the crowds that sat at the back started to move around trying to get a better view on the gem. The murmur started to grow louder and louder. They were talking to each other, guessing on who would be the chosen one and the candidates even started to brag that they would be the one.

“Silence!!” Lugo's thundering voice silenced the growing noise.

The Goddess Aine smiled gently, 'The one who will pick the chosen one isn’t me. Fetuu La Rossa has its own soul. It will be the one who decided its own master.'

Eireen stood not too far away from the center of the room. She could see the Goddess clearly. Her rosy eyes were on the gem, like everyone else. Her heart thumping so loud as the Goddess held her hand higher. The gem started to swirl faster and faster while gradually flying higher above the Goddess. Its beautiful light filling the room. It got brighter and brighter until suddenly an explosion of light overflowed the place. It was the kind of brightness that sears into your retinas making you close them for fear of going blind. The kind of glow that rivaling the sun itself. All they saw was white but after a few moments, they recovered their sight. The gem was not above the Goddess anymore.

The crowd started to get loud as they looked around their surrounding trying to find where that gem went to. Then suddenly,

“There! It’s in front of that girl!”

All eyes went to the direction of the voice pointed to. Fetuu La Rossa was flying low in front of the girl who sat among the nobles. Her face paled and her lips were trembling as her rosy eyes stared at the red gem in horror.

Eireen's heart was in her throat as she stared at the swirling beautiful gem.

‘It’s must have been a joke. It has to be.’

“The Chosen One is among us!” someone announces, and the crowd cheers.

‘No!’ she silently protested, ‘no, you are wrong! It couldn’t be me. The gem picked the wrong person. It has to be’

They have the wrong girl, she wanted to scream those words. She is Eireen Silver. She is just a commoner, who was trying to survive in this war era, doing her duty as the loyal citizen of Ursa kingdom. She is just eighteen years old. She’s not even that talented in anything in particular.

‘I am not your chosen one!’

The Goddess smiled majestically, 'come forth my child, for I see the future glory in your hand.'

‘Me? A hero? What is the Goddess saying?’

“Come! The Goddess has summoned you!” Lugo's authoritative voice commanded her. Eiren sluggishly obeyed and moved toward to where the Goddess stood. The red gem followed behind her as if it was alive.

‘This a mistake. Yes it must be, I am a nobody, I am not even that good with my skills, let alone to lead people to war?! This is a mistake! A big, big mistake!’

Her mind was a mess as she bowed down in front of the Goddess. Her trembling lips trying to gather words. She must tell Aine that all of this just a big mistake. The gem should have chosen someone much stronger than her. Someone who has the charisma to lead. Someone like… Jace.

'It’s not a mistake my child, you are the chosen one and no one else but you that would able to draw the true power of Fetuu La Rossa.' The Goddess spoke as if she could read what’s going on inside Eireen head.

“But… I …”

The Goddess shook her head and smiled comfortingly, “In time you will understand why it picked you."

Then Goddess Aine laid her hands on the girl's shoulders and pulled the girl to her embrace. No words came from her for the first five seconds. The crowds including Eireen gasped at the intimate gesture.

'Thank you, my child...' said the Goddess as she broke the hug and carefully spun her facing Fetuu La Rossa, 'Now it's time to face your fate.'

The gem was floating and swirling beautifully. Eireen stared at it. Her mind was empty as the legendary stone flew closer and closer to her. It lightly touched her skin right on top of her chest. Heat started to spread all over her body the moment the gem settled itself into her. The room once again was filled with bright light. As the light subsided the crowd saw that the legendary stone has attached itself to the girl. They were one now.

'Remember this my child, for you to be able to unlock the true power of Fetuu La Rossa, you must master all classes basic skills. The true knowledge of the universe will be revealed to you the moment you managed to do so,' The Goddess voice once more echoed.

By then everyone realized that the Goddess and her zanj Lagos were nowhere to be seen. All eyes were cast on Eireen, it was quiet one second and then the cheers erupted like an auditory volcano. The shouts of joy echoing around rising up to a crescendo. While the girl -the one who was chosen- was standing in the middle of the cacophony: confused and shaken.

"Please forgive me...," a startling whisper came to Eireen ears between the clamor. Despite the noise all around her, the voice was as clear as a bell as if it came from someone stood next to her. She turned around trying to find the owner of the voice. But no one in her perimeter was close enough to confide her.

Meanwhile, on the noble seating, Scry had an ominous triumphant smile rose up on his face.