"Life was easy and peaceful for us on Chavah. Our father was gracious for many years. Our prayers to him kept our land fertile and our planet safe.

    However, it wasn't long before our people began to abuse their powers and use them for violence. Our father grew angry and appeared before us. He cursed our race and deemed that our world would dwell in its own flames.

    It was then that our father's high priest detected enemy fleets from another world. Our men and women prepared for the battle that was yet to come. Missiles and weapons of mass destruction were fired at unimaginable speeds. It appeared that this fleet had come from another dimension. We fought our hardest with what little technology we had. However, not even our powers could protect us against this horrific massacre.

    Our women and children's piercing screams filled the night with unholy terror. Men were running consumed in our own planets flames. We were fighting nothing more but a losing battle.

At the sight of our people's pain and terror, Axel ordered our people to escape underground to our ships to evacuate our planet.

    As our people fled away from their homes, they watched their planet burn brighter than the sun that once brought life and warmth. It wasn't too long after that, when the Gwandoyans unleashed a massive bomb that was strong enough to cause our whole world to explode... along with the many innocent people that we held so dear to our hearts."

"So what happens next mother?" I can still remember how my mother used to take me to the Mawiyah ancestral hall to tell me old tales of our family's long and perilous journeys to find a home of peace and tranquility.

She walked back down the long hall painted in many vibrant colors. As her torch moved past the painting, she revealed a new story written in hieroglyphs. Within a moment, she stopped at a story that talked about Earth. She looked at me with bright eyes and then a new journey began.

"Our people continued their journey under a great blanket of stars until one day they arrived to a new planet known to the natives as, Earth.

For many years, we lived among them peacefully teaching them our ways of life. Many of Earth's natives did not know how to write, much less build suitable homes and temples, so we took it upon ourselves to show them.

Depending on what countries we were settled in originally on Chavah, the cultures varied in both writing and architecture.

Our people settled on Earth from Egypt to as far as the land of the samurais. It wasn't too long before that, our most influential people became referred to as, 'Gods'.

Yet, with such a title as this, it was also great responsibility. Responsibility that was far too much for one particular person to bear.

        Jonathan Mcanister had grown quite jealous of his brother, Axel over the years. As soon as he discovered that yet again the people chose Axel as their supreme deity he decided that he had finally had enough of his brother as well as the people of Earth and Chavah that chose his brother over him.

Later that night, he created a rebellion army and led them into the villages only to burn the innocent people within it. Through the night, you could hear some of the natives screaming, crying, and even some praying for forgiveness even though they were unsure of what they've done to wrong their gods.

In a nearby village, Axel and our people awoke to the tragic noise that was occurring and prepared yet again, for another battle to take place.

The battle was unlike any other the Chavahians had ever encountered. Much blood was shed and many lives were loss that night. The battle lasted for ten long years, It was the longest battle we had ever fought. The most painful part of all, however, is the amount of native humans lost that night. More of them were lost than our own people.

After the battle, Jonathan was condemned to be burned alive for several years along with what was left of his army. Jonathan had powers unlike any other and so he was imprisoned for all eternity chained in the deepest pits of the earth where he is now known as Satan amongst all the people of Earth as well as those from Chavah..." "Is that all mommy?" "That is all for today." "But, mommy..." "No buts. It is time for you to go to bed now. You have a long day ahead of you." "Oh okay." Oh, if only I knew that this would be the last time I ever saw my mother... I never would have went to bed at all.

I went up into my chambers that night. It was like any other night until I heard a lot of noise outside my room coming from the hall where my mother told me stories. Not too long after that I heard a loud scream escaping from the hallway. And then what followed was the most dreadful sound my little ears had ever beheld. It was the eerie sound of complete and utter silence. A silence, that seemed to make the world stand still. I ran out of my room to see what had happened. It couldn't- it shouldn't! Though it was. To my terror I saw my mother lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. There was no one else around. I was completely devastated and I immediately cried out for the guards. They came running up as if they were completely unaware of what had happened. I pondered over the thought of the guards being absent prior to mother's death. "Why weren't you at your posts?," I asked angrily. "My apologies Princess, we were attending to your father during this occurrence." The glassy shattered look that escaped my eyes left the guards in utter silence. In my silent tears, I noticed that my mother's necklace was missing. The pendant was a Triqutra and it was made of pure iridescent silver. My mother and I were supposed to be the only ones who understood its significance. "See!! This is why you should be doing your jobs! This is all your fault!" I shouted with tear stained cheeks and hands that were stained in my mother's blood. The thought that someone else out there understands its power frightened me most of all. Who knows what could happen if it's in the wrong hands! "Is there anything we can do?" One of the guards asked. "You've done enough already!" I shouted in anger. The guards looked down awkwardly. "Now, leave me!" I commanded. The guards apologized and then walked away with their heads held down. All alone, I mourned for my mother crying and sobbing hysterically. She was my best friend and what was worst was she never lived to tell one last tale...

"Itsaso, did you acquire it?" "Oh, I've done more than acquire it; I've killed my own sister to acquire it." She says with a smerk upon her face. She gives the Triqutra over to the leader of Labira. He looks at her dumbfounded. "You fool!!" He shouts as he slaps her across the face. "Now that your sister is dead, this necklace is of no use for me! Only she knows how to work the pendant and now that she is dead her knowledge is lost with her!" She rubs her face and says, "Not necessarily. Her daughter is still alive." "How old is the girl?" the man snarls. "She is only ten now, but she truly is her mother's daughter" The man grins slowly, "I've got the perfect plan."

Twelve Years later....

It is the year of my twenty-second birthday and yet, things couldn't get any worse. I am training to one day rule the country after which my father, King Bahari passes over into the afterlife. Of course, I find this training to be quite pointless as I will only be ruling as a coregent for a few years before I will even be allowed to make any decisions or changes for myself. Ever since my mother died, my father has been very aggressive about training me and does nothing but preach to me about every little mistake that I make. I mean, isn't it only logical that making many mistakes will only optimistically contribute to the overall learning outcome? Nonetheless, I am walking through the temple of our God to engage in worship. As I walk towards the entrance of the temple I feel as though the Scorpion like statues guarding our God are stripping me bare to the very core of my existence. It feels as though, they can see right through me. I make a conscious decision to ignore the penetrating stares and continue to move forward. When I reach the alter, I am greeted immediately by my stepmother, whom oddly enough, is my aunt. I surely hope to break away from traditions such as these as soon as I can rule on my own. Nothing is more awkward than having an aunt as a stepmother! Not to mention, there is just something about her that I just don't trust. It's strange to say considering the fact that she has been a part of my life even before birth, but something just doesn't feel right. As a Scorpio princess, my father and mother told me that it was a part of our nature to feel suspicious. While my father insisted that I learn to control these feelings, my mother used to encourage me to embrace it because our instincts are our greatest assets. My mother never told me very much, however, she did tell me that I had special gifts. Gifts that one day would either make or break me depending on how I used them. "Mesi, we see that you have finally come to join us!" Yes, I have come to join you in bitter annoyance, I thought to myself. "I am feeling much better now that I have had a full night's beauty sleep." She puts her hands on my shoulders, looks at me thoughtfully as if she's trying to memorize something. "You look so much like your mother. I only wish that she could be here with us now." Moments like these make me really despise my stepmother. The reason for this is because she already knows how upset it makes me whenever we talk about my mother I was just a child when she died and I still feel traumatized from the experience. Not to mention it's my birthday and that just makes me miss her more. I try not to say everything that's on my mind and instead choose to show a little bit of my annoyance by saying, "I already know that, I do have a mirror in my bedroom." Then she takes her hands off of my shoulders, and sighs heavily. "I know that it's weird to have me as an aunt and a stepmother but one day you'll come to adjust." Translation: I'm the queen now and you will bend to my every command. Nonetheless, we reach the alter of Chavah. Occasionally we say a prayer and do an offering for our long-lost priest, Axel. When I was young, my mother told me stories about Axel. She said that we were descended from him but I was never really sure if I believed her. I mean, it seems a bit weird to be related to a Messiah. Nonetheless, I engage in the usual ceremony, say a prayer and bring my most precious of offerings. I prayed to Chavah and to Axel that I would one day learn the truth about my mother's death and that I would learn what happened to her and why anybody would want to kill someone who had such a pure heart. What was their motive? It surely couldn't have been for revenge. My mother never did anything to anyone. I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe somebody from the inside knew my mother. Maybe someone knew her  at a very personal level. The person would've had to have been able to get past guards because surely the guards would have known better. They would've known not to let any intruders in. They would've been standing by the temples, standing by the doors, and standing by every entrance point. The only reasonable explanation is that all of this happened because somebody from the inside knows what they're doing and they know people. My mother did not tell me everything about our history. There were some things that she conveniently left out and I used to ask about it as a child however, she always had a way of avoiding the subject. After my father and my aunt finished their prayers it was time for us to walk back into our home. In order to get out of this heat. As we're walking back inside of our palace, I noticed an older man being beaten. He was being beaten with a whip for reasons I yet to comprehend. I walked over to get a closer look. As I hear yelling it appears that the man was not doing the job as expected. I walked over to the guard and I told him, "Let me handle this..." "Mesi, what are you doing?" My father interrupts. Quickly I think of a plan, "well father, since I am supposed to be next in line for the throne, I figure what better way to learn how to be a better ruler than to handle some things on my own every once in a while?" My father looks over at my aunt. Her facial expression clearly states that she does not approve. Nonetheless, my father goes with his own judgment and says, "Well make it fast, your mother and I will be inside." I smile upon my father as he walks back into the palace. I turned to the guard and say, "You may go now." With that he obeys and he walks over to another group of slaves. Finally I asked the man what happened. The older slave looking down at his feet covered in mud spoke, "Your Highness, I tried my best to lift these heavy stones but it came crashing down on me. The other slaves tried to help and left it up and help me put it into place but it was too heavy and one of us was injured in the process. The guard heard the crash and came over to see what happened. He was angry and of course everybody blamed me, it was after all my fault. Then I was beaten for it." I felt awful. When I am queen, slavery will be the first thing to go. It's no wonder that our country is on the verge of collapse. Though I am a Princess, I feel all individuals have feelings. It's unfair that he can't make mistakes just because of his class within society. I reached into my satchel and I gave him some gold coins, closed his hands and then I said, "It is okay to make mistakes every now and again as long as you learn from them. Do not tell anyone of this." His eyes still do not look upon me and he said, "Princess, you are so wise and kind you shouldn't have done something like this for someone like me. I cannot accept this money." I take my hand and I slowly lift his chin so that I could see his eyes. His eyes looked back at me like the open windows of fear. I spoke, "Chavah forgives all; though it is good to give to him, a true gift is the gift you give to each other. See this as my gift to you for your honesty." With that, I walked away leaving him in a still silence.