Seasons Maiden

Spring

Espella.

She was a young girl, charming, joyful and full of kindness.
Only aged of 15 at that time, she spend most of her time with her family, helping the town and taking care of the family buisness.

But one day, as she walked down after a long day of work, the guards of the royal guard had come into town. The king had his pendant reacting and he was searching for the chosen one.
All the people were required to come and meet their king.

Espella approached the crowd, curious and excited. She heard so much about the four Maiden that saved the world and now she could live in the Era where she could potentially met one of them.

How right she was.

As the king passed among the crowd, his pendent reacted strongly towards her, a green light getting out and approaching her.

Confused and impressed, she looked around to see who was the chosen one but when her King put his hand on her shoulder, she knew. Her jaw dropping.

"You're the chosen one." Said the calm voice of the king.

"Me...?" She replied with a little voice.

"Are you accepting your role or will you pass it to someone else? You're young, I don't want you to regret your choice."

The crowd was looking at her, holding back their breath as she looked around, but she knew what she had to do.

"I will!" She exclaimed loud enough for everyone to hear.

The king smiled and her parents embraced their child, giving her a bag so she wouldn't miss them and she was taken back to the castle.

The castle was decorated with nature elements and the white texture was marrying the pink lighting perfectly.

Espella looked around in awe as she was brought to a big room, in the center a little puddle of pink water shining thanks to the sun's light.

The king softly guided her at the center and asked her to repeat these words:

Power of Spring
Mother of the earth
Hears my singing
Ascending my rebirth

Bring Spring to me
Let the flowers bloom
Let the flowers bloom

Espella, nodded, slowly repeating the words as the room turned dark only the water's light was reflecting upon her.

Her body lift from the floor as a soft breeze wrap her into it's embrace, her long brown hair turning blond as a crytal horn bloomed from her forehead. A long pink dress took place instead of her clothes before she put her foot back into the water. Opening her, now, green eyes.

"Welcome Spring." Said the king, handing her the pendent.

"I'm here, my king." She replied taking the object graciously from his grasp.

Spring was born.