The Crest of Souls: Return to Oban

by Compulsive Writer

Lady Arya lost her heart somewhere along the way. As the Great Race of Oban hits full stride, an unexpected friendship between rivals begins to blossom into something extraordinary.

1. Prologue

PROLOGUE

To put it bluntly… the Great Race of Ōban is a sham.

Ten thousand years ago, my friends and I tackled the race head-on, not a clue as to what truly lay beyond the finish line. We were led to believe the Ultimate Prize was something that would grant any wish the winner desired. Like a pack of ravenous hyenas, race teams from across our galaxy descended upon Ōban.

When the truth was revealed, I accepted a terrible burden no one else could, to spare the universe from an unimaginable terror. It was a sacrifice I have never once regretted, despite ten millennia of sadness, so long as everyone else could simply go on.

So long as she could live the life as she deserved, and so desperately fought to restore.

That's all ancient history.

Now, as my reign as Avatar draws to a close, it is imperative my successor be chosen. And so, the lie begins anew… just as it has for countless eons, every ten thousand years, since the Creators breathed life as we know into the universe.