Prologue - - Profil3

The prologue of my story.

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For generations, our mighty Hanabi clan longed for a mystic that will restore the honor that our clan once lost. Several attempts failed as we sent numerous different mystics, all with the same goal of repairing the rifts created with the other clans and restoring harmony. We hoped with our souls for this mystic to come and save our clan. Yet by and by, our hopes were decimated as each mystic returned home fruitless. The elders believed this to be nothing but a rumor, yet they still choose these mystics. More than often, the chosen mystics take these honors for granted and willingly create unrest within the clan.

In spite of all these difficulties, we Hanabis held our heads up high and still proudly bear the clan’s signet: the symbol of a phoenix flying proudly, signifying our clan’s survival in the past, present, and future. The Rakesu clan spat at us, the Yusuke family laughed at us, and the Higashi clan mocked us. But we do not care. We are strong. Their mockery of us is nothing but a tiny ache that we can withstand. Our own courage faltering will be the real mockery of our dignity. The Hanabi clan is the proudest clan, and with this recognition we all can sleep during the night with a smile on our faces.

I have tried in vain to inform my fellow villagers about the vision I once had. I am a seer, the only seer living in the clan right now. I know not if another seer lived during the past generations, and I have not the intention to do so. That is out of my concern, for it will never help my clan.

The mystic they have been looking for all these years will come two generations from now. She will be hated, for her background will be humble. A sibling will pursue to kill her. Fear not, the mystic will be safe. The sibling will stand tyrant over the clan until one of her feet slips off the high pedestal she made that will cause her fall…

I must depart, my presence is of danger. It is unwanted, they see of me as a threat. I sense a betrayal of the environment, and alas, my departure is no more. With the last of my breath and with the final drop of my power, I shall be back. I shall be reborn, and I will live on until the Hanabi stands up again with its full grandeur.

Ignore the pain, and enter the bliss of sleeping…