The hum no longer merely a vibration but a tangible force, resonating deep within the ancient stones of the Grand Hall. It wasn't just in the air it was in the very marrow of their bones and a melodic thrum that swelled with an undeniable power it's both alluring and utterly terrifying.
Althea stumbled back, her hand flying to her head as the world spun around her. The opulent hall, the horrified faces of the court, the chilling presence of the woman in blue all dissolved into a swirling vortex of shimmering light. When the dizziness subsided, she found herself not in the Grand Hall, but in a realm of ethereal beauty, bathed in a soft, pearlescent glow. Towering trees with leaves of pure moonlight reached towards a sky painted in hues of violet and rose. A sense of profound peace, unlike anything she had ever known, settled over her.
Before her stood two figures, radiant and awe-inspiring. One, ethereal and crowned with blooming roses, emanated an aura of gentle warmth. This was Goddess Ethel, her eyes shimmering with the wisdom of countless cycles of life. The other, cloaked in midnight blue, her features sharp and serene, radiated an ancient, undeniable power. This was Goddess Monica, the of fate and the silent whisper of death.
"Althea," Goddess Ethel's voice was like the gentle rustle of leaves in an ancient forest, soft yet resonant. 
"The balance is broken. A cycle that should flow, eternal and unbroken, is now fractured."
"The weave of existence frays," Goddess Monica's voice was a low, melodic hum, echoing the power Althea had felt in the Grand Hall. 
"Life cannot flourish without the embrace of death, nor death truly exist without the promise of life. A force threatens to unravel the very essence of this truth."
Althea, still reeling from the sudden displacement, found her voice, though it trembled. 
"What must I do, my Goddesses? How can I, a mere mortal, mean such a profound imbalance?"
Goddess Ethel stepped closer, her form glowing brighter.
"You, Althea, possess a unique sight. 
A sensitivity to the whispers of both realms. You saw her, did you not? The Warrior of the Rising Star."
"Your path will be fraught with peril," Goddess Monica warned, her gaze piercing. 
"You must seek the sources of this imbalance. You must reunite what has been severed. It is a quest that demands courage beyond measure, and sacrifice."
A vision flashed before Althea's eyes Zaria weeping over a barren field, Orion standing grim-faced amidst shattered ruins, Alric battling shadows that whispered of forgotten pain. And then, a glimpse of Sebastian and a cloaked figure, Atheist, their faces etched with a grim determination, working towards an unknown, shared goal. The faces of her loved ones, touched by an encroaching despair.
"We will guide you when we can," Goddess Ethel promised, a compassionate light in her eyes. 
"But the choice and the strength must come from within you, Althea. 
You are the key to restoring the Cycle of Death and Life."
Goddess Monica's gaze hardened, yet a flicker of hope danced within her dark eyes. 
"The threads are thin and all will be consumed by a void that knows neither life nor death, only oblivion."
She was chosen. She was the one who must bridge the fractured cycle. The light around the Goddesses intensified, engulfing Althea once more.
The sudden jolt brought Althea back to the Grand Hall, gasping. The hum was still there, but subtly different now, imbued with a new purpose. The woman in blue still stood, her gray eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity, fixed on Queen Seraphina. But now, Althea saw more than just danger in those eyes; she saw a distorted reflection of the fractured cycle, a desperate cry for balance.
Alric was drawing his sword, its steel glinting in the candlelight. Orion had his hand on his own weapon, his eyes narrowed, calculating. 
Zaria was clinging to Althea's arm, her breath coming in short, frightened gasps. Sebastian and Atheist were nowhere to be seen among the panicked courtiers, a sudden, unsettling absence.
The ancient tree, a gnarled sentinel that had witnessed epochs, pulsed with a life that resonated deep within Althea. Its sprawling roots, like the veins of the earth, anchored it to the very spot where her mother had drawn her last breath, and where her sister Thea had been cruelly taken. It was a place of profound grief, yet today, a strange, vibrant energy hummed around Althea, a stark contrast to the sorrow etched into the very bark of the colossal trunk.
"Another warrior," 
Althea murmured, her voice barely whispering against the rustling leaves, yet laden with a fierce resolve. 
She wasn't speaking to anyone visible, but to the unseen forces that had orchestrated her lineage, to the whispers of a destiny that had, until now, remained shrouded. Goddess Solara, the divine weaver of their fate, had been enigmatic in her prophecy.
"New life from death," She had proclaimed, but never once had she hinted at the true nature of the mission that awaited Althea, the last of her bloodline.
A gust of wind, sudden and sharp, swept through the clearing, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. Althea closed her eyes, picturing the faces of her mother and her sister Thea with their strength and their sacrifice. Their legacy wasn’t just a burden; it was a fire, igniting within her a purpose she was only just beginning to grasp.
"What awaits me?" She said with her voice gaining strength, echoing through the hallowed space. 
"What mission.......
What kind of warrior am
I truly destined to be?"
She felt the surge of power within her, a divine inheritance that transcended mere physical strength. It was a connection to something ancient, something sacred, something that pulsed with the promise of a future yet unwritten.
I still hear Mother's last words, the rasping whisper of .....
"Protect...the light." 
And Thea… her fear, her pain, still haunts my dreams. They both sacrificed everything on this very ground. 
Is this "new life" Solara spoke of, simply my burden to bear their unfinished fight? Or is there something more? Something… redeeming?
"Is it vengeance you demand, then?" Althea challenged the unseen, a tremor in her voice. 
"Am I to be an instrument of retribution for what was taken from us? Or is this path... different?" She opened her eyes.
The grief was still there, a dull ache, but it was overshadowed by a burgeoning sense of purpose.
Every fiber of my being feels drawn to something monumental. It’s a pull stronger than any sorrow, more profound than any fear. I can feel the echoes of past warriors in my blood.
Am I to simply repeat their struggles, or am I meant to forge a new destiny for our line? The 'next warrior'... it sounds like a title, a heavy crown, but what power does it truly bestow? What responsibilities does it demand?
"Speak to me, Solara!" Althea implored, her voice rising to a near cry. 
"Show me the path, the purpose! Is it a war I must wage, or a truth I must uncover? This lineage, this prophecy... it's more than just survival, isn't it? It's about something greater than just me, greater than even our family's sorrow."
The tree seemed to hits leaves trembling as if sharing in her anticipation. Althea felt a faint warmth spread through her chest, a gentle affirmation that, while the answers weren't yet clear, her questions were being heard. 
She was not just Althea, the daughter of Darkness Queen but she was Althea, the source of a new beginning, the next warrior in a lineage intertwined with divine prophecy. 
The mission, whatever it entailed, was waiting, and she was ready to face it. 
The mission was clear. The vision from the Goddesses was seared into her mind. The Warrior of the Rising Star was just the beginning.
What will Althea do first to begin her quest, knowing her friends are already involved?
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BOOK 2 REVEAL!!!!!!
She is Althea Ysabel Star, the twin of The Goddess of Light known as Thea Sun. Althea was like her twin, a dangerous flower kept in Starfall Valley. With her beautiful face no one knows that she has a long lost twin. She seeks answers and runs away from home, to know who she is or does she have a family await for her return? As she found out that have a warrior bloodline. 
She met Thea and died as a warrior she decided to contuine the legacy clan of the family as Althea became the Last Warrior of the Rising Star of Aethel. 
Will she seek revenge and move on or accept the fate bestowned on her shoulders with a big resposibilities as The New Rising Warrior?