From all the celestial families' descendants that reside within Mariejois, there is only a single family who does not follow one tradition within the Holy Land.
The tradition to kill 'those' lowly creatures whenever they would cross a pat...
The grandmother and granddaughter spent their time through walking around the grand dowager's hidden solace, admiring the scenery around them while having a conversation.
Obaa-san, one of the two forest spirits who led me here towards you said that I can get the answers that I am seeking for. Is this true? The sole granddaughter asked curiously.
Mentioning the two spirits, the princess's grandmother replied.
Ah, yes. It's true, Helen.
Is now a good time to ask the answers that I seek, obaa-san?The beige haired girl slowly talked to her obaa-san, afraid that she might not permit her.
Alynna nods in understanding and faced a blooming lotus as they were standing on a dragon bridge before she replied.
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But before we begin, we must go somewhere else private where we could converse well with ease.
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Once the two had found a comfortable place, the queen dowager initiates the princess' request of inquiry.
Now, we may begin.
She properly sits in her position before she continues.
Helen, what kind of information do you want to know from your grandma?
The said girl breathes in first before she proceeds on asking.
Obaa-san, I want to know the reason why the island has a mist surrounding it. Why is it that way?
It is so to serve as a protection and to evade invaders who wish to take its precious treasure.
So it's for the sole purpose of protection.The girl nods as she processes the information.
The princess expands her question. When did it start? The mist covering the whole kingdom, I mean.
It started sometime long ago. It was when the first Mira family ruled the kingdom of Altaria.
Her grandmother pauses a bit and takes a sip of water from the teacup beside her and continued.
They only had a child and a daughter at that. This child grew up to be the best that the first family could hope to have. She knew and learned how to fight at an early age and despite being so young, she also completed her studies. She was blessed with such beauty that no one can seem to describe and compare her.
She looked like a total complete package. A perfect child and daughter at that. Helen comments to herself on her grandmother's tale.
But little did they know, their daughter had another path that was laid out for her.
What kind of path, obaa-san?
Her grandmother smiled at the enthusiasm of her own granddaughter.
A destined path for her to be a Guardian. A Nature Guardian to be specific.
You mean a person who watches over aside from Mother Nature? Like her physical proxy?Helen comments with her big doe eyes.
Alynna shakes her head twice.
No, Helen. What I mean is that she was meant to become the Mother Nature herself in the near future.
Oh, I see. But did she became one entirely? With nature and became the Mother Nature?
Yes, she did. By that time when she was critically needed the most, she already loved someone with all of her heart.
Did that guy knew about her feelings?
No, he didn't. He only began to realize that he loved her when nature needed another sacrifice to become one with it. It was when she gave herself as an offering and at the same time a replacement for the earth's recovery.
How sad. They never did have their happy ending, no? Helen asked Alynna.
Sadly, yes. They never saw each other since that eventful day. From that moment on that kind of fate for the two couple were called as the cursed ones. Well, it became a well known legend of the forest kingdom of Altaria.
The queen dowager was slowly wrapping up her tale.
Cursed ones? The ten year old seemingly said it in a rhetorical question.
Her grandmother faced her and said.
The fate of that girl's path won't be called a curse once she decides not to find her fated pair who will be destined to become like those first ancestors. This would likely seem to happen if a daughter of a royalty has a certain hair color like the first Nature Guardian.
Is this legend true, obaa-san?Helen asked her grandma.
Yes, my dear. It is indeed true. You're a living example as of the present time.
Alynna knowingly smiled.
At the end of her grandma's tale, Helen was still digesting the information that has been given by her Alynna-obaasan.
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
At the third time that was the only time she has fully understood.
