The lost princess of eldoria.

Chapter 4: Secrets of the Zyrians.



The sun rose high over the horizon, casting its golden rays upon the village of the Zyrian Tribe, illuminating the vibrant colors of the painted huts and the lush greenery surrounding them. Marielle stirred awake, the remnants of the feast still lingering in her mind, filling her with a sense of purpose and a touch of anxiety. Today was the day she would begin her training with the elder, the first step in uncovering her powers and destiny.

As she stepped outside, the air was thick with the smell of blooming wildflowers and the salty tang of the nearby sea. The village buzzed with activity as tribe members went about their morning routines, laughter mingling with the sounds of waves crashing on the shore. Marielle felt a surge of warmth in her chest; this was her home now, or at least a part of her was beginning to feel that way.

Caius found her at the edge of the village, his presence both comforting and electrifying. “You’re up early,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Nervous about today?”

Marielle looked up at him, her heart racing. “A little. What if I’m not strong enough? What if I can’t do it?” Her voice trembled with doubt, a shadow of uncertainty looming over her.

He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “You’re stronger than you know, Marielle. Trust in yourself. The elder has seen your potential; it’s time you see it too.” His words felt like a balm to her worries, and she nodded, determination igniting within her.

They walked together toward the center of the village, where the elder awaited her, standing beneath the ancient oak tree that was said to be as old as the tribe itself. Its gnarled branches stretched wide, sheltering the villagers from the harsh sun, a symbol of their resilience. The elder, a woman of great wisdom and power, observed Marielle with piercing eyes, as if she could see straight into her soul.

“Welcome, young one,” the elder said, her voice a melodious blend of authority and kindness. “Today, we begin your journey to embrace your heritage and awaken the magic within you. Come, sit with me.”

Marielle approached, her heart pounding in her chest. The elder gestured for her to sit on the ground across from her, the grass soft and welcoming beneath her. As they settled, the elder reached out, touching Marielle’s wrist where the birthmark—the symbol of her lineage—lay hidden beneath her sleeve.

“This mark is a sign of your connection to the Zyrian Tribe,” the elder explained, her fingers brushing the skin gently. “It is a symbol of your power and the legacy of those who came before you. Today, we will explore what it means to harness that power.”

Marielle’s breath caught in her throat, a mixture of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins. “But what if I don’t know how? What if I mess it up?”

The elder smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Every journey begins with a single step, Marielle. There is no right or wrong, only the experience of discovery. Close your eyes and focus on your breath. Feel the energy of the earth beneath you.”

Marielle obeyed, closing her eyes and tuning into the sounds around her. The rustling leaves, the distant laughter of children, and the crashing waves all melded into a soothing symphony. As she inhaled deeply, she envisioned roots growing from her feet, intertwining with the earth, drawing strength from the ground below.

“Now, envision a light within you,” the elder’s voice guided. “A warm, radiant light that grows brighter with each breath. Let it flow through you, filling every corner of your being. This is your magic, your essence. Embrace it.”

Images danced behind Marielle’s closed eyelids—visions of a grand castle, of people dressed in regal attire, and of a fierce battle against a shadowy figure. She felt the warmth of the light within her, sparking memories she couldn’t quite grasp. The visions flickered, and in each one, she caught glimpses of a woman who looked remarkably like her, adorned in royal garments, radiating strength and beauty.