In the beginning, there was Om . Om, the infinite creator, wove existence with a single thought. From Om’s essence emerged two primordial entities: Primal Chaos and Primal Creation. These cosmic forces cshed and intertwined, birthing a universe teeming with life. Demons, angels, gods, spirits, ancient beasts, and creatures of unimaginable power arose, vying for dominion in a world of perpetual conflict. Supremacy remained elusive, as war became the fabric of existence.

  Yet amidst the turmoil, a light pierced the void. The Goddess of Light, Aurelia Lumara, rose with her chosen twenty-one supreme deities. Together, they united to subdue the chaos, crafting a sanctuary for humanity—a world steeped in peace and order. They imbued mortals with wisdom, power, and the promise of hope.

  "Yes, Bishop Wills, I’ve heard it a million times," Melissa sighed, tapping her fingers impatiently on the chapel's marble pew. "The Goddess of Light saves the day. Humanity thrives. Paradise is made. And so on, and so forth."

  Bishop Wills chuckled, his round face crinkling with amusement, eyes twinkling like a favorite uncle indulging a niece’s rebellion. His slightly disheveled robes and the ever-present scent of parchment and spiced tea made him seem more at home in a cozy study than a grand cathedral. "You never tire of mocking sacred stories, do you, Lady Melissa? You must take your role seriously if you are to inherit the title of High Priestess."

  Melissa stood, brushing off her simple robes. "If I'm so terrible at being serious, why bother with me, Bishop?"

  The old man shook his head. "Perhaps because you’re more capable than you think."

  As Melissa left the chapel, a familiar voice greeted her. "Lady Melissa, where to this evening?" It was Gan Wills, a tall, broad-shouldered young man in gleaming armor, leaning casually against a stone column. His golden hair caught the sunlight, his bright green eyes sharp and unyielding.

  Melissa paused, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at him. "Wait a second... Is that one of my brothers in disguise?"

  Gan's easy demeanor shifted to clear annoyance. "They wish they were this good-looking, Melissa," he said, his tone tight.

  Melissa blinked before raising her hands apologetically. "Okay, okay! No need to get all worked up, Mr. Handsome. I was just joking, Gan." With a pyful smile, she added, "I hope no one hears what I just caught, because I'm heading downtown to have some fun."

  He said nothing, his jaw tightening as he stared at her. "Please?" Melissa pleaded dramatically, csping her hands. "Just this once, don't stop me. I promise nothing will happen again—after all, they were practically asking for a beating, and this would be my st."

  Gan sighed. "You said that st time. And the time before that."

  "But I have you to protect me, don’t I? Who in the Kingdom of Penta would dare cross the mightiest padin, Gan Wills, syer of evil, vanquisher of all young men who appear in my presence?

  His lips twitched upward. "Fttery won’t work this time, my dy."

  Melissa huffed, her shoulders slumping as she turned back toward the castle. "Fine. You’re no fun."

  Inside the castle, frustration bubbled within Melissa as she aimlessly wandered the byrinthine hallways. Then, a familiar thought sparked in her mind—a secret passage that ran from a specific point in the castle directly to the old garrison. Determined, she retraced her steps until she found the hidden door. Without hesitation, Melissa slipped into the concealed passage.

  After a tense journey through the narrow corridor, she emerged at the old garrison. Carefully, she peered out from the hatch, scanning the area to ensure the coast was clear. Satisfied that she was unobserved, Melissa quietly sneaked out, a triumphant grin spreading across her face as freedom beckoned from the bustling city streets beyond.

  Until she wasn’t.

  "Hello again, my dy," came a familiar voice from above. Startled, Melissa looked up to see Gan lounging on a thatched roof, nonchantly chewing on a piece of straw. "Didn't I say no sneaking out?"

  Melissa clenched her fists, her tone brimming with frustration. "What are you doing here, and how did you even know?" she demanded.

  Gan merely smirked. "Who do you think told Brad about this pce?" he replied.

  Exasperated, Melissa shot back, "You're free from duty now—and that's an order!"

  Gan shook his head, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "You can't do that. I was assigned by the pope, remember?"

  She narrowed her eyes but forced a smile. "Well, I was just heading to the royal study.

  Gan leapt down, offering a mocking bow. "Care if I escort you, my dy?"

  In the royal study, King Andrel and Pope Fillce conferred in hushed tones. The room was bathed in the warm glow of a crackling fire, its flickering light pying against the rich mahogany shelves and gilded decor.

  The air was heavy with the scent of parchment and candle wax.

  King Andrel, a tall and dignified figure draped in richly embroidered robes, leaned back in his ornate throne with a troubled frown. His dark eyes, set deep beneath a crown of carefully styled hair, bored into Pope Fillce, whose silver beard and calm, thoughtful gaze lent him an air of venerable wisdom.

  Your Majesty," Pope Fillce began in a measured tone, his voice carrying the weight of concern, "you must be aware that the production of core stone—the very foundation of our stability in Pentra—is in arming decline. Its scarcity is not just a loss of a sacred material; it undermines the bance that has kept the factions of the great nobles in check."

  King Andrel listened intently, his expression somber as he considered the implications.

  Fillce continued, "Without a steady supply of core stone to fuel our rituals and secure our coffers, the church’s influence wanes. This stone, so dearly sought after by both the royal family and the noble houses, has long been the cornerstone of our power. Moreover, its absence disrupts the delicate alliances among our nobility—alliances that have been essential to maintaining order in our realm. The dwindling production threatens to unravel the very fabric of our stability, giving way to rising ambitions and dangerous divisions among the noble houses."

  Andrel's gaze darkened as he contempted the dual threats posed by a weakening church and a fracturing nobility. "Our kingdom now stands on a precarious edge," he said gravely. "We must proceed with utmost caution to preserve the power and unity of Pentra."

  Before the pope could respond further, a young messenger burst into the chamber, his face pale and his breath coming in short, urgent gasps. "Your Majesty, urgent news! There’s been a significant influx of people into the capital—the streets are crowded, the inns overflow, and tensions are rising by the minute."

  King Andrel's expression shifted subtly; his tone was controlled yet edged with concern. "So, it has begun. Perhaps this commotion is tied to my daughter’s forthcoming inauguration as priestess. Such an event stirs both hope and restlessness among the popuce."

  Pope Fillce stroked his silver beard thoughtfully. "Great ceremonies attract all manner of souls—the devout, opportunists, traders, pilgrims, and even spies. It seems every corner of our realm wants a piece of this moment."

  A flicker of pride, mixed with worry, crossed the king's features. "Then it is Melissa who draws them here. The Kingdom of Pentra hasn’t witnessed a priestess’s inauguration in decades. Naturally, her ceremony would command attention. It is a hopeful sign, yet these gatherings also risk breeding chaos. If there are those among the crowd with ill intent—"

  King Andrel raised a steady hand to silence the pope. "We will secure the city. Double the patrols and keep the gates under constant watch. This is a time for celebration, not fear, Fillce."

  The pope bowed his head in solemn agreement. "Of course, Your Majesty. Still, we must remain vigint."

  "King Andrel, wearing an expression that exuded nonchance, turned to Fillce. 'It seems some individuals may not desire the ceremony to proceed as smoothly as pnned. Please ensure the clergy are adequately prepared. Pope Fillce inclined his head. "It shall be done. The Goddess watches over us."

  Straightening with renewed resolve, King Andrel decred, "Let them come. With the royal knights patrolling the streets, no harm shall befall Melissa or the capital. The might of Pentra stands unshaken."

  As King Andrel dismissed the messenger, he heard the faint patter of footsteps approaching. Turning toward the doorway, his eyes widened in surprise. "Melissa? What are you doing here—and without your royal tutor?"

  The princess stepped into the study, her emerald-green gown trailing behind her. She offered him a small, confident smile, brushing a lock of golden hair behind her ear. "Why so shocked, Father? Am I forbidden from entering the royal study now?"

  "You’re not forbidden," the king said, his tone ced with skepticism. "But you rarely come here willingly, and certainly not without your tutor breathing down your neck. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you hate studying."

  Melissa crossed her arms, feigning offence. "That’s not entirely true."

  "Oh?" King Andrel leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. "Then enlighten me. What brings you here today, without your usual compints about books and lectures?"

  She tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I’m not an enemy of books, you know. And as for history, I’ve memorized everything about the Order of Light and the kingdom. Its founding, its traditions, and even the obscure rituals no one bothers to mention."

  The king blinked, genuinely surprised. "You've... memorized it all?"

  Melissa nodded, a touch of pride in her voice. "Yes, Father. I know what’s expected of me as the next priestess.

  I may not love sitting through hours of lectures, but I’m not careless about my duty."

  King Andrel studied her carefully, his surprise giving way to a faint smile. "It seems I’ve underestimated you, my daughter."

  "Yes, you have," Melissa said pyfully, before softening her tone. "I know you and Pope Fillce have your concerns about me, but I promise I’ll be ready. This is my destiny, after all."

  The king’s smile grew warmer, though a shadow of worry still lingered in his eyes. "You’re more prepared than I thought. But destiny is not without its challenges. Are you truly ready for what lies ahead, Melissa?"

  She straightened her shoulders, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. "I am. And when the day comes, I won’t let you or the kingdom down."

  King Andrel nodded slowly, pride and concern warring within him. "Very well. But remember, Melissa—knowledge and strength go hand in hand. Never let one outpace the other."

  With that, Melissa gave a curt nod, her resolve clear as she turned and left the study, leaving her father deep in thought about the trials that awaited her.

  NOTE

  Melissa image description

  Melissa stands as a paragon of divine beauty and grace. Her face is extraordinarily attractive and symmetrical, adorned with soft, angelic features. Large, expressive eyes radiate warmth and wisdom, framed by long shes. An elegantly sculpted nose complements her full lips, which possess a natural rosy hue, enhancing her celestial allure. Her fwless complexion glows with a soft, ethereal light, as if kissed by divinity itself.

  Cascading in silky waves down her back, her long, flowing blond hair shines like spun gold under the temple's radiant light. A subtle halo effect surrounds her tresses, emphasizing her sacred and celestial aura. Intricate braids, adorned with delicate golden accessories that sparkle subtly, add to her divine appearance.

  Standing tall at approximately 5'10" (178 cm), she carries herself with a regal yet approachable posture. Her height, combined with her commanding presence, bestows upon her an aura of authority and grace.

  Her skin is smooth, radiant, and fair, with a soft golden undertone that reflects the temple's light. It possesses an almost supernatural quality, appearing untouched by imperfections or the passage of time.

  Her figure is perfectly proportioned and curvaceous, exuding femininity and grace. An ample and well-defined bust is accentuated by her elegant bck dress, which complements her form and exudes both elegance and mystique. The dress features intricate designs, with subtle patterns woven into the fabric, adding depth and sophistication to her attire. A slender waist leads to gently curved hips, enhancing her divine beauty. Every aspect of her physique seems to reflect perfection, as though sculpted by the gods themselves.

  Her hands rest gently at her sides, free from any objects, allowing her serene demeanor to shine through. This attire shift emphasizes her timeless elegance and the sacred aura she embodies. Her status is the only thing keeping her safe in this kingdom.