One quiet day, Anna was deep in study, flipping through old scrolls and worn-out pages in the ancient library of the mountain temple. As the sunlight slanted through the dusty windows, her gaze fell upon a peculiar book resting alone on the highest shelf — its cover glowing faintly with golden light. Embossed on its worn leather spine were the words:
"The Golden Light of the Goddess."
Intrigued, Anna reached for it.
Just then, her master appeared behind her. His voice was low and serious.
"Do not read that book without my permission. It holds dangerous truths… truths that are not yet meant for you."
But curiosity is a powerful thing. That night, under the flickering light of a single candle, Anna returned. Her heart raced as she opened the book.
What she found inside changed everything.
It told the story of a time before time — long before humans ever walked the earth. Back when the gods lived among the stars and walked the soil of this world.
At the center of it all was the Queen of the Gods, the Goddess of Creation and Light — a being so powerful, her very presence kept balance in the universe. She was not only the most powerful of all the gods but also the most compassionate.
She created the human race out of love, sculpting them with care and gifting them the world to live in peace.
Under her rule, harmony reigned. The world was beautiful, calm, and just.
But not everyone was content.
Some gods — and even some early humans — grew jealous of her power.
"She's just a girl," they said.
"She doesn't deserve this power."
"She's too emotional, too soft, too weak."
Their hearts twisted by envy and ambition, they plotted to steal her divine light and take control of the world.
Thus began the Great War of the Divine.
Gods turned against gods. The heavens split. The earth shook. The skies rained fire.
Those loyal to the Goddess fought beside her. The rest became traitors, consumed by greed and thirst for domination.
The war stretched across thousands of years.
Mountains fell. Oceans boiled. The skies wept blood.
Gods died. Humans perished. The world suffered.
And still, the Goddess fought.
Though tired, broken, and scarred, she refused to surrender.
She stood alone in the end — victorious, but devastated.
Her kingdom lay in ruins. Most of those she loved were gone.
Only a few faithful souls remained beside her.
And in her heart, she knew:
> If this power remains in the world, they will fight again. There will be another war… another fall.
So she made a choice.
She traveled to the deepest forest, far from the reach of gods or men. And there, in sacred silence, she performed her final act.
She divided her divine power into four sacred relics:
A bracelet,
A locket,
A broach,
And a ring.
These objects held the very soul of her light.
Before disappearing, she left behind one final prophecy:
> "If the world is ever consumed by darkness once more… I shall return. I will rise again to bring peace."
And then she vanished.
Some say her body rests in a hidden place, known only to her most loyal disciples.Others believe she merely sleeps, waiting for the right time to awaken.
As Anna read, her hands trembled. Her breath caught in her throat.
She flipped the next page… but it was blank.
She turned another. Still blank.
The rest of the book held no more answers.
Desperate, Anna searched the entire library, hoping for a second part. A continuation. A clue. But there was nothing.
That night, heart pounding with questions, she approached her master.
"Master…" she whispered, "I read the book. I didn't mean to disobey, but… I feel like I've seen her. Felt her. It's like I know this story... like it's connected to me."
The old man was silent for a long moment.
Then, without looking at her, he spoke in a voice heavy with time
(Part 2): The Master's Secret
The fire crackled softly in the quiet of the temple hall. Shadows danced on the walls as Anna sat before her master, heart pounding. The forbidden book lay on the table between them, its golden glow now dim.
Her master stared into the flames, his voice low and distant — as though he were remembering a lifetime long past.
"That book…" he began slowly, "…is not just a story. It's a memory. A truth lost to time — buried to protect the world… and you."
Anna blinked. "Me?"
He turned to her now, his gaze intense.
"Yes, Anna. You weren't just drawn to that book. It called you. Because its story... is your story."
Silence.
Her chest tightened. "What do you mean?"
He let out a long breath, as if carrying the weight of centuries.
"You were not born like others. You carry within you a piece of the divine — a sliver of the Goddess's power. That's why your eyes glow in the moonlight. Why the flames react to your emotions. Why you've always felt different… lost… longing for something you couldn't name."
Anna's breath caught in her throat.
The master continued.
"The Goddess knew this world would one day fall into chaos again. Before she vanished, she passed on a spark of her essence — not just into relics… but into a soul. A soul that would be reborn when the time was right. You, Anna, are that soul."
Her head spun.
"No… that can't be. I'm just a girl."
He shook his head gently.
"No. You're more. You're the Guardian Flame — the last light of the Goddess. And the war that once destroyed the heavens… it is stirring again."
Anna felt the room closing in. Visions from her dreams — the blue flames, the voices calling her name, the faces of people she'd never met — all began to make sense.
Tears welled in her eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
The master's expression softened.
"Because your destiny is heavy, Anna. And the truth… it can break a soul if it's told too soon. But now the signs are clear. The balance is shifting. Darkness is awakening."
He placed a comforting hand over hers.
"You were born to finish what the Goddess began. But you will not face this path alone. There are still those who serve the light. There are Guardians… watching over you."
That night, Anna lay in bed wide awake. Her mind spun in circles, trying to make sense of everything. The warmth in her chest, the golden book, the memories that weren't hers… How could she be the reincarnation of a Goddess?
It felt too big. Too much.
And yet… a part of her whispered,
"You've always known."
Eventually, sleep found her — but it was not peaceful.
She was standing in a place she had never seen before.
The sky was painted with hues of violet and gold. A beautiful waterfall thundered in the background, cascading into a pool that glowed like starlight. Flowers danced in the wind, and the air shimmered with magic.
But she wasn't alone.
A tall man stood across from her — his image blurred by mist, but his presence was powerful. His long, black hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes… she couldn't see them clearly, but they felt familiar. Deep. Sad.
He stepped closer, calling out a name — not her name.
"Cera…" he whispered.
She flinched. Cera?
He took her hand gently, like he had done it a thousand times before. His voice trembled with emotion.
"Clea… please… remember."
Before she could respond, a sharp sound split the sky — the unmistakable scream of a blade cutting through the wind.
Suddenly, chaos.
They were running. Through trees, over stones. The dream became fast, loud, and terrifying. She could feel her heartbeat racing, hear his breath beside her.
Then — a flash.
An arrow.
It struck the man in the back as he shielded her with his body. He gasped, stumbling forward.
"No!" Anna cried, reaching for him.
He fell — dragging her with him — and together they plunged into the roaring waterfall.
Anna jolted awake with a gasp, her heart thudding violently against her ribs. Her body was drenched in sweat. Her fingers still felt the warmth of his hand. The name echoed in her mind.
Cera.
She sat up, clutching her bedsheet, breath shaking.
"Who was he? Why did he call me Cera? Was that… me?"
She looked out the window at the silent moon, a strange sadness weighing on her chest — a sadness that didn't belong to this life.
She didn't know what this dream meant.
But deep down, in the place where the truth sleeps…
She felt that it was real. Before she woke up she Saw a white cat .and she knew that that cat in Lake knew something and somehow connected to me.
part 2 ,,The Guardian Revealed,,
That evening, the sun dipped low, casting a golden glow across the lake. The water rippled softly as a cool breeze brushed through the trees. Birds had gone silent. The world felt still… too still.
Anna sat on a rock by the edge of the lake, her heart heavy with everything she had learned.
And beside her — silent, calm, and ever-watching — sat the black cat.
She stared at him, her chest burning with questions.
"Who are you?" she asked quietly at first.
The cat tilted its head.
Her voice rose.
"Did you know about this? About me? About the Goddess? For how long?"
The cat said nothing. His red eyes glowed faintly in the dim light.
Anna stood, her fists clenched.
"Why didn't you tell me?! Why did you just watch me like nothing mattered? Why did you stay silent while I was lost? I trusted you!"
Her voice broke. Her breath trembled.
"And I know… I know you're not just a cat. I've seen you. In dreams. In flashes. In places I don't remember being in this life…"
She stepped back, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want from me?"
The cat remained still — calm, quiet, and unblinking.
Something inside her shattered.
Anna fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands.
"I don't understand anything anymore…" she whispered.
"I can't do this… I don't know who I am or what I'm supposed to be… and now I'm crying… to a cat."
She laughed bitterly through her tears.
"How foolish I must look…"
Her shoulders shook with quiet sobs as the sky turned deep blue.
Then suddenly — a voice. Soft. Strong. Familiar.
"No… you are not foolish."
She froze.
Her breath caught.
Slowly, she turned around.
There, standing at the edge of the lake, was a man — tall and graceful, his long black hair falling over his shoulders, eyes glowing like crimson embers in the fading light.
He looked just as he had in her dreams — hauntingly beautiful, ancient, powerful… and familiar.
Her voice came out as a whisper:
"You…"
He stepped forward.
"I am the one who watched over you in the forest. The one who stood by your side in your dreams. And yes… I saved you more than once."
Anna's hands trembled.
"Then who are you? What are you?"
He smiled gently, and with a voice filled with warmth and sorrow, he said:
"I am Oscar. A Guardian Spirit. One of the disciples of the Goddess. And I have waited a lifetime… for you."
Anna's breath caught in her throat.
"Wait… for me?"
Oscar nodded.
"You are her light reborn, Anna. You were never alone. I have watched over you in silence, waiting for the day your soul remembered who you are. The world needs the Goddess again — and in you, she has returned."
Anna could barely breathe. Her heart was pounding like thunder in her chest.
She had so many questions. So many things she didn't understand.
But one thing was clear now.
She was no longer alone.
the oscar tell her hole story .....