Prologue

"I wasn't ready for these powers," Alya held tight to the Sacred Water Sword, "but I will fight to protect my people until the end."

Her breath was shortening as the clashes of every swing resounded in the air.

"Is that all of your strength?" said Adi, The Priestess as she would block and dodge every attack coming from Alya. "I can keep doing this the whole day!"

"Aaaaaah!!"

Faster, faster, faster ―her conviction made her attacks sharper.

"Your parents would be ashamed if they see how weak you are."

Faster, faster, faster ―in every step and every move, her spirit shone brighter.

"Do you think your father, the King, would be proud if he sees you holding his sword in such a manner?"

I must be stronger! ―Alya´s mind was at a point of no return.

"Do you think your mother kept you alive so you wouldn´t be able to protect yourself?"

"Shut up!" Tears and sweat were blocking her view. "You… don't… know… anything!"

"That's right, your parents died because you are weak."

Alya held her sword more firmly, while a burning heat started to run through her skin.

"They died because of you!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Your friend died because of you!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"And dozens of people died because of you!"

Her eyes shone. Her body felt like emerging into the water.

The Water Force was manifested again.