(Just take in the story. The writing isn’t that good, just a simple “once upon a time” type. Not feeling good lately…fever vagera)
Part 1: The emerald of Qyuris
“So you live here alone?” asked Ahaya to the bald old man as she gulped in the water hastily. After walking for hours in the barren desert, she ended up in a small village of nearly 10 huts.
“No no. Everyone’s out tonight. It’s a local ritual. Anyways, how did you end up here? What’s your name?” asked the man, rubbing his hands together to light up the bonfire.
“Ahaya. And I do not have an answer to your question. I don’t remember a thing of how I ended up here.” she replied.
“That is strange. Huh, you know we have our own customs and belief. A different tradition. And we have this story of our goddess who forgets her past and saves the world of a demon. And strangely, the festival we are celebrating today is devoted to her.” said the man, raising his eyebrow.
“Ahh…. well… I”
“The emerald of Qyuris.” continued the old man, cutting through Ahaya’s words.
“We pray to an emerald. The gods of the past prayed to it. It is this bright red color emerald, hidden at a mythical place called Qyuris. The abode of the gods. ”
Ahaya was frozen. She did get a vision of a red emerald in the hands of a girl. She closed her eyes and sensed a cold breeze rush over her face. Something did not feel right. She opened her eyes and gasped, rubbing her eyes. The old man, the hut, the fire, there was nothing. Her heart was pounding. “mirage” she whispered, holding her head in her hands.