April 20, 1124th
Dawn of the Sharinga's Bloom
The first rays of sun stretched thin across the valley, glinting off the dew-kissed fields behind the Ryzeftine estate. The sky was a pale wash of lavender and gray, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Jacinta stood alone in the greenhouse.
Rows of Sharinga plants, with petals like glass and leaves that shimmered in hues of blue and violet, swayed faintly in the early breeze. Their roots pulsed gently against the enchanted soil—alive, awakening. The scent was like rain after fire, old magic, and a future yet uncertain.
Today marked the beginning.
Footsteps approached. It was Judith, holding a small wooden box.
"It's time," she said quietly.
Jacinta nodded. "Are the priests ready?"
"They're preparing the rite. Matthias and Martina are already in their positions. Joaquin left before dawn."
"And Judea?"
"Guarding the chamber. Ayen has also requested a brief audience before the rite. She claims it's urgent."
