“She was, or rather, is a girl with a tremendous heart full of dedication and love. She wanted nothing more than to save the lives of her dear sisters. She was scared to the point of terror. Her body was beaten and broken, but the sheerness of her will gave her the strength and the courage to keep moving forward, undaunted. Her only thought and whim was to preserve the lives of her cherished siblings. So, it was as no surprise that when one of her dear sisters was swallowed by the sea, the power that lay dormant inside of her, awakened. But, it was when her remaining sister’s life was slipping away, that her once slumbering power was unleashed. Her spirit cried out with such potency that it summoned the full might of her resurrected power and forced the very sea to obey her command. In that instant, the ever-flowing current of the ocean came to a complete and utter standstill. Neither a wave nor a ripple disturbed the once violent waters. It was as though the raging waters had become as tranquil as a placid lake.

“In that stillness, she was able to hurry onward and reach the domicile of the healers. Even then, even though her own battered body was dying, her only concern was to reclaim the life of her beloved sister. Thanks to her unparalleled devotion, she was able to see her wish come to pass. The life of her sister was restored to her tiny body, for that was the greatest desire within her heart. The spirit of that infant had already departed her tiny body, but it was the aura of her sister, the young girl that battled tirelessly for her sake, that beckoned her back. Through the hands of the healers, the life of her tiny body was restored and her soul returned to its living vessel. Such is the true bond of sisterhood.” she said, turning to look upon Shade’s sleeping face, running her fingers through his long, silken hair. “And, brotherhood as well, of course.”

The assembly of temple visitors listened in awe to the unbelievable recounting of the heroic acts of the courageous girl, as told through the hallowed voice of the priestess. It was a legendary tale in its own right, yet a legend born out of the perils of today.

“That’s…incredible.” Mhina breathed. “…that poor girl. I am sad to hear that she lost her sister, but I am glad that was at least able to rescue the other.”

“Not only her precious sister.” the priestess said. “That young girl’s power gave countless others the chance to flee to safety. One could accurately say that her love for one individual saved the lives of many, including a boy she holds very close to her heart. That boy was desperately trying to protect his mother and his small brother as they were dragged across broken village. All of their lives would have been lost had she not summoned her power and commanded the waves to be still. In her blood flows the life force of my very own children. She is a descendent of one of my beloved daughters. My child has long since passed, but her still-flowing blood courses within that girl and served as the bridge that allowed the child to call forth the forgotten power that dwells within her.”

“Descendent?” Tange repeated. “Do you mean, like she is your granddaughter?”