Lorrus dared not blink as he watched light magic embrace his daughter. He didn't know what to think, for nothing made sense. Not one thing. Once the light magic's movement calmed, he ran to her side and saw straight away that all of her injuries - the wound on her chest, the cut on her cheek, her bruised wrists were all healed. It looked as if nothing was ever there marking her skin in the first place.

"Bay, you're..." his deep voice trembled, but was interrupted by the waters of Luna Lake that began to bubble violently as if they were brought to the boil. "Beanni move back!" he called out, and tried to pull his daughter away from the lake.

But she refused to budge.

"No, Dad, stop. Just watch," Beanni said in a strange trance - her gaze not leaving the violent surface of the bubbling water. A delighted laugh then left her, making Lorrus jump. She pointed towards the water, which suddenly went still. It began to glow with a light that grew from the centre. It grew bigger and bigger, wider and wider until it broke through the water's much calmer surface. A large orb of silvery light rose slowly up past the tops of the surrounding trees to take its seat in the night sky above.

"Gealach Trabem!" Lorrus gasped, he couldn't take his eyes off it. He felt so blessed to witness such ancient magic. The sheer size of the orb took his breath away. He blinked, then looked towards where his daughter was standing, but she was gone. "Bay? Beanni?" he called out, looking around for her, then his eyes landed on his daughter who was out upon the lake. She was walking gracefully upon the water's surface - as if she weighed nothing more than a fallen leaf. Once he got over the initial shock of what he was seeing, he shouted for her. "Beanni!"

Beanni stopped, standing directly beneath the risen moon. She turned towards Lorrus and he noticed for the first time the bright violet light within her eyes.

"Bay?" He choked as he fell to his knees upon the pebbly shore. His gaze fixated on the violet glow that radiated from his daughter.

"Sìcem Natanstrellean." He watched his daughter's lips move but a strange voice he had never heard before left her. "Tha uilis beneth. Illuminare-Trabem alligailte ell."

"I don't understand!" Lorrus shouted, the fear that he felt made his voice break. "Bay What's happening? What's happening with you?"

"Peace Natanstrellean." The same voice spoke again but this time brought in Beanni's more familiar tone and mixed it amongst its resounding sound. "All is well. Illuminare-Trabem has got her."

Beanni then looked up and the silvery light of Gealach Trabem washed over her face. She lifted her arms and stood upon her tip-toes. It looked as though she was following instructions of some kind, but Lorrus didn't hear anything speaking to her. How he wished he could go to her, to hold her in his arms, where he knew she'd be safe. It was after that thought came to his mind that he then saw Beanni begin to float up into the air.

"Bay! No, Bay!" he yelled after her and began to run towards the lake, but of course, when his feet reached the end of the shore they plummeted straight through to the water weed covered ground that lay beneath. He refused to give up. He waded through the cool waters, as far as he could, but he didn't manage to get anywhere near her. She disappeared from sight - taken into the great light orb in the night sky. Her presence gave the orb a new violet hue.

Lorrus treaded water as he drank in the sight. There was nothing he could do. Gealach Trabem took his daughter, the girl he always hoped for, the girl that Illuminare-Trabem had blessed him with. The one the great power prompted him to name Beanni - after the first ever Natanstrellean. The girl which the ancient prophecy spoke about.

He always knew deep down that this day would come. He of course had no incline of what it would entail or what indeed it all meant. All he could do now was trust Illuminare-Trabem. He made his way back to the shore, and collapsed upon the numerous pebbles. Turning around again, he looked up at the moon which glowed violet in the sky. Trusting Illuminare-Trabem was easier said than done, especially after seeing all that his daughter had to go through.

"Please, Illuminare-Trabem." His lips trembled as he scanned the large orb for any sign of Beanni. His eyes stung and a lump came to his throat. "Please don't take her away for good. Give her back to me." He wasn't able to speak above a whisper as worry and fear crashed out of him and made him crumble into bitter tears.

Oslac materialised in Night Forest in a cloud of violet wisps. He took in his surroundings and darted through the trees towards Luna Lake. Ethan had sent him to look for the Head of Draoicis-Lus, Beanni's father. However, they had not been able to find Beanni and he couldn't understand why Ethan was not as alarmed about this as he was.

"What about Beanni? She's not at home. She could be hurt!" Oslac pleaded to the glowing man.

"Find Lorrus Draoicis-Lus."

"But..."

"No, listen to me." Ethan turned towards him and put a glowing, violet hand on his shoulder. "Lorrus needs you. Go now! He's in Night Forest."

Oslac knew better than to argue with Ethan when he spoke with such unworldly authority. It was as if Illuminare-Trabem himself made him obey.

He eventually made it to the pebbled shore of Luna Lake, where Lorrus crouched. He was beating his fists against his head as he cried out in heart-breaking agony.

Oslac ran to his side.

"Lorrus! What is it? What's wrong?" he asked, as he fought to restrain his arms, to stop him from striking himself once more.

"H-He took her from me..."

"What?"

Lorrus snatched his wrists from the prince's grip then pointed to the sky.

"Gealach Trabem has Bay!"

Oslac's eyes widened as he took in the magnificent floating orb. A scowl etched its way into his brow. How did he miss that? Even though he was busy gathering people - as Ethan instructed him to - he couldn't understand how he didn't notice Gealach Trabem itself lighting up the sky.

"What do you mean it has Bay? How can it..."

Suddenly a flash of violet light took over the entire forest, and people began to appear from behind each tree. Oslac looked to his left and there stood Ethan, the violet light that had once covered his entire body now retracted back and settled inside his eyes.

"The time has come," Ethan said, his eyes transfixed on the violet light of the floating moon. Oslac followed his gaze and watched the orb begin to send out rays in all directions. They then were pulled together and formed a beam going straight down - making the lake below light up with the same violet hue for a brief moment before silver took over once more.

A glowing violet being then floated down from the orb. Pointed toes reached the water and the figure gracefully made its way across the lake to the shore, each step left behind a glowing, violet footprint on the water's undulating surface.

As the figure drew closer, Oslac recognised whose features it wore.

"Bay?" Oslac called out across the lake. "Bay is that you?"

A smile decorated her glittering face, as violet hair strands danced around her with unfathomable power. She held out her glowing hands towards the prince as she stepped off the water and onto the shore.

"You... you are a..." Oslac struggled to get his words out, his mouth was agape and he dared not blink as his eyes drank in the magical beauty that stood before him.

"She is a Sìthicris," Ethan finished Oslac's thought and began to explain, "Indeed, Prince, the ancient power of Sìthicris Terran - the spirit of Vidorea herself - runs through her veins."

"Bay..." Oslac heard Lorrus choke out through his tears as he too approached the violet glow. She stroked the tips of her fingers across Lorrus' cheek, wiping away his tears. She left a trail of violet light on his skin and it sank into his pores making him visibly relax. "Oh Bay, I thought I would never see you again."

As soon as Lorrus' words left his relieved but trembling mouth, Beanni turned to Oslac. She looked at him holding his broken arm against his body and a glimmer of sadness swept across her face. A kind smile then took over as she took his left wrist into her glowing hands. As soon as the violet light touched his skin the broken bone was healed and his arm felt stronger than it ever felt before.

He balled his hand into a tight fist and released his fingers again, watching each movement closely. He sighed a deep sigh and returned Beanni's smile.

"Thanks Bay, you didn't have to."

He then saw Beanni's glowing eyes roll. Oslac let out a pleased chuckle, for that glimpse of exasperation was the confirmation he needed to know that the Beanni he knew and loved was still in there, amongst all the ancient power.

"So, what now?" Oslac asked, then watched Beanni turn towards Ethan. Without saying a word, he nodded his head - as if he could read her thoughts.

Beanni then focused on all who stood around the lake, all who were willing to listen. She opened her mouth and out came many voices. Voices filled with power that no one present could ignore.

"Seor-leth claer noinmai às poidh a' priad. Lem chon freudicis seastab, thogit lem nàmhtis. Troipe ell impachdes aosmhiqua reddidh ast deistam ast ain an Terran brònores." Ghostly voices spoke in unison words from the ancient language, known as Sìthicris-Sana, not one word they said could the Natanstrelleans understand. However laced amongst these voices was Beanni's own voice - projected by the powers she possessed. Her voice offered to all those who would listen a translation of the ancient words.

"An appointed child named after the first. With no steady roots, raised by a foe. Through her, ancient powers shall return to put an end to the Terran's woes."

The Natanstrelleans began to whisper amongst themselves, clearly trying to fathom why the ancient prophecy, the one they all had learned about in history school, was being brought to their attention now. What could this mean?

The ancient voices left Beanni's lips again using the land's old tongue.

"Urram Beanni, noinmai às poidh a' priad. Rugati ast thoirad sìcem. Seor-leth ast bhi shoivas airs n'impachdes aosmhiqua."

"I am Beanni," Beanni's more familiar sound translated. "Named after the first. Born to bring peace. Set apart to be a vessel for the Sìthicris' ancient power."

She then turned towards Oslac, who couldn't hide how overwhelmed he was feeling. He didn't know what to say or what to do, he racked his brain for the right words but nothing came to him. Beanni blinked her glowing violet eyes and gave him a smile that was full of understanding. She then looked towards Ethan, who nodded then whispered into the prince's ear.

"It is your turn now, you must lead your people. Lead them to face the darkness. We must all stand up for the light."

Suddenly Genelle's corrupted face entered Oslac's mind, which set a scorching fire deep inside his core. He remembered what she had done to his mother, whilst using his father's face. His thoughts raced to where his father might be - was he still alive? He couldn't be sure, and in his father's absence he knew he must step up. Step up and lead, just as Ethan had instructed. He took a confident stride forward and lifted his chin ready to address his people. Beanni raised her glowing, violet hand and made it hover in front of Oslac's throat as he began to speak. The violet magic caused his voice to project through the air and reach those who stood furthest away.

"People of Natanstrelle," he said with a confident, royal air. "Our beautiful Terran is under attack. Noir-Astra has indeed returned. He seeks to destroy all the light that we have and indeed our way of life. We must not take this lying down!" His voice then began to climb as he stoked the fires that roared inside of him. "I say we are a proud people." A mighty roar erupted through the forest's air as the crowd agreed with resounding cheers. Their confirmation managed to fan the flames within Oslac even more. "We are a people who will stand with the light and never let it be snuffed out!" He cried out as they all carried on cheering. "Come with me! Together we shall show Noir-Astra our true power! And he will not prevail!"

Oslac then turned away from the lake and began to make his way through the trees towards the surrounding wall of Central City. He felt Beanni, Ethan and Lorrus following close behind and once they entered the city, using violet light, he saw that a vast crowd had indeed joined them.

He led them all to Astrid Palace. The place where he grew up, where he always felt safe before the darkness took a hold of it - before Noir-Astra stole his father and slaughtered his mother.

With a shake of his head, he cast those soul crushing thoughts away. This would be the day that he would step up to the plate. He was on his way. He had his future kingdom behind him and the ancient powers at his sides. There was no way that they could lose.