Sabrina stood in silence in the forest, she suddenly remembered the thrilling and legendary story her grandmother had told her sisters, a story called "The Kingdom of Stars." It seems that in that story, the young prince before ascending the throne had to lead his army to a glorious victory.

In order to win, the Prince must find the sword. She immediately remembered that finding that magical sword was not easy. The prince was clearly instructed by the gods, she was also instructed, but it was only an instruction, telling her to find the sword before it was too late.

With such vague instructions, how could she find the sword?

After thinking about it for a long time, she gradually realized, maybe right now she is the young Prince and how she found the sword just like him, also found the river bank, cut the blood and then The sword will appear.

She quickly found the bank of the stream, followed the familiar murmur, where she stood and saw that the afternoon light had gradually disappeared, suddenly thinking of the young Prince, he found the sword in the early morning. Would she have a chance in this sunset?

There will definitely be! There will definitely be! She thought to herself to reassure herself even though she was in a state of panic right now. She touched the pocket of her coat, and suddenly her hand touched something hard, cold, and sharp.

She slowly took it out of her coat pocket and marveled at what was in her hand: a sharp razor blade. She turned her gaze to the stream and back to the blade in her hand, to find the sword she would have to sacrifice.

She closed her eyes and pressed her hand firmly against her hand, feeling the cold and sharpness of the light as it touched her skin. A stream of bright red blood came out of the print, she quickly ran to the riverside and let her blood drop. Finished, she took the scrap of cloth that she asked for the day before from Judy's brand of bandages and prince's clothes, and she waited.

[...]

Every light wind blew to make her hair fly, it's been ten minutes already, why can't I see anything? She thought and blamed herself that maybe she had been tricked, that the story she told was just a legend and that it was completely untrue. A loud noise pulled her back to reality, and she looked ahead, surprised.

[...]

Just like the story her grandmother told, from where her three drops of blood came, it formed a very strange and somewhat monstrous shape. From that place suddenly grew a high, rugged rock, but most especially, that stone gave off a beautiful soft blue light.

She hesitated for a moment, then immediately rushed down the stream, approaching the island. rock. The closer she got to the young girl's face, the more surprised she became, and deep in the center of the stone was a glittering hilt of a sword studded with a beautiful emerald.

[...]

Sabrina didn't hesitate any longer, she gripped the hilt of her sword tightly and drew it forcefully. The sword was drawn with ease, the blade long and pointed, the sword sharp, she held it up and held it high in the evening light, in the afternoon sunlight it glittered and shone magically. She studied the sword in her hand and muttered:

"This sword is beautiful. As beautiful as it is, it must have a name to go with it. Emerald. Sure! The name is beautiful and elegant, and she ran her hand along the edge of the blade," the Emerald sword."

[...]

Then a squirrel ran past her, surprising her, and almost dropped the sword. The squirrel was so beautiful, the silky brown fur with the fluffy tail curled up looked so cute. He stopped a few yards in front of her, turned to look at her intently, his small, black eyes glittering. The squirrel just sat and watched her attentively, noticing a strange omen she approached, he began to run away at a moderate speed, turning back from time to time to observe the girl.

The brown squirrel led her to a small stone cave, outside were vines, the trees were very difficult to enter, the squirrel jumped to the side, still staring at her with black eyes. Sabrina holding a sword in her hand, she stood in front of the cave with indescribable anxiety. What is this in the end? Is she hallucinating?

She gripped the sword tightly in her hand and with a sweet stroke she cut through the stubborn vine or forest trees. She kept swinging her sword and slashing like that eventually before her was an empty cave door, sometimes accompanied by cool air. She walked slowly inside, following the cold brick road. She was motionless at what she saw, she screamed and ran over.

"SYRENA."