"Once upon a time…in a kingdom in the West, there lived a priestess, who was powerful, graceful and wise. The kingdom faced tribulations and the King was troubled. He asked for help from the Seer. And she…with her bravery and courageousness led the kingdom to victory from their suffering. And her name was—"
"High Priestess Aveline!" They chorused.
The Queen smiled, "Yes. Her Royal Highness, The Priestess Aveline."
Nyssa's body trembled as she stared at Aveline. She felt her knees weaken. Princess…the High Priestess…the first Royal Seer…during the times of the First Generation of Royals…
How…how was it possible that…?
Nyssa fell on her feet once more in reverence and fear, but Aveline was quick to hold her in place. She shook her head firmly, "I come to you, not as the priestess or as a princess, but as a fellow woman."
Nyssa's eyes watered and the only words she could muster, barely above a whisper, was, "Mother…Mother….Mother…"
