Deep in the Province of Eein. Amongst the desert ravines, a small kingdom lay In isolation. Surrounded by 2 rivers behind the gorges of Eingisst. A young Śeinq was on her way to collect water from the great lake. As she passed through the narrow chasms of the ravine, the etched engravings of the old gods obscured her vision. Up ahead lay the giant chalk ancestral statues overseeing her encroachment to the lake. A loud screeching vibration rang out, stinging her ears. Blurring her vision and causing her to sway. In the corner of her eye, she saw the marbles glisten, the ancient etchings of the gods came to life before her. An aura emitted from them. Leaking out. She twisted her head left to right.

"Great ones," thought the Śeinq as she found her body descend and her eyes darken.

Fatigued and estranged from her body. She stumbled up. Grasping her hands together. She found herself beside the lakeshore. She hastened to her feet in a quick urge. She probed her surroundings. She exasperated a sigh of relief.

"Maybe a dream, maybe a vision" she concurred.

Her sudden upheaval had left her unappreciative of the great lake. She peered her eyes at the reeds that swayed romantically to the freshwater breeze. The navy blue clear water reached out to her deepest part of her soul, she felt calm and had a sense of belonging. Taking her atmosphere in, she closed her eyes and took it all in. Moments passed and she wondered she should return to her village. She looked down and saw her bucket filled with water as well as her reflection. As the Śeinq turned back she saw a glisten inside the water. For a quick second, her thoughts turned clear.

Day passed. It was now midday. On the Outskirts, an army of 60,000 had laid in wait outside the Western Ravines. The General marched To the Commander's Quarter tent.

"Commander Nidd, we draw nearby the favor of the days. Scouts say we are 2 hours away." Whispered The General.

The commander had heard this and ascended from his throne. He took steps past his tent and gave the banner to his general. Upon receiving it the General received a nod of acceptance. He rushed quickly blurting out orders. Amid his enthusiastic response, the men hurdled together and assembled. Prepping the horses and steeds. The torches were lit, the ground was shaken by the array of preparatory formations. The legions of Horsemen all assembled outside the encampment. The riders in unity fed them a bag of Ranass. The horses steadied and bellowed their throats. Their hooves dragged the soil. Their riders mounted their horses. The General was now in front of them. He issued out the banner. I last look at it before a charged skirmish was issued to a Rush unit as a common tradition in Tal Morren.

Back in town. The Śeinq wandered the empty Townsquare. For now, it was the midnight of fortitude. A tradition known to the kingdom of Eein celebrating their ancestor's home for protecting them and blanketing them under isolation. The White Gorges of Eeingst glistened like ever before. They sang a great song.

The mid sound enveloped the Kingdom of Eein.

Reflecting the noise back the houses sung back in unison. She looked up to see even the moon sparkle back. She took it all in and a great smile chocked her face. The Śeinq burst out laughing, with tears down her face. She felt at joy, at the top of the world. Everything spun around her, her senses were dull but she felt more than alive than ever before.

"Aya, Aya" shouted a young petite girl, dressed in a silky long linen red dress with dark black hair fashioned in a bobcat. She turned around to hear the faintly mellow voice.

"Aya, you've been here the whole time. You missed the festival" she said. "We've all been consecrated" she repeated.

"I know Shassii you don't have to remind me. I was, I was". Hung up!! Don't give me that excuse already" interceded Shassii.

The two girls looked back at each other. Shassii was a short girl, boasting a small petite body but with heft smirk and flamboyant personality, packed with an attitude. Aya noticed the radiant glisten of Shassii's eyes.

"Consecration Shassii, aww am proud of you!'.

'If you were! proud that is, you would've been there. You know how important Conscreation is to a Śeinq" said Shassii in her stuffy mumbled voice.

Aya looked at the little girl with a protruding smirk. She giggled then walked past her rubbing her hair on the way.

Shassii squirmed like a wet fish, laughing as she walked with Aya. The two walked to the center fountain marked with the god of Concealment Statue.

Armed with ruby and other treasure stones it radiated with glory and honor. Inside the eyes were two increased chalk stones emitting a for calling glow.

'Tell me what happened' requested Shassii in an abrasive tone.