AN: Yeah... Finally an update and it's yet another new story... Well, you can't control plunnies I guess... The writing gets better near the end... Will probably edit this in a few months... So many '...'s...


Prologue
Sitting in a cottage near Port Skandia was a middle-aged woman. Not that you would guess that by her looks, by all appearances she was still a teen. Such was one of the blessings Gaia gave to her Envoys.

This was the one woman who was 'delivered by the Ocean', 'tempered by the Lands', and had 'Risen to the Heavens above'. This was the Hero of the Shadow Clashes, widely known as Uzu-sensei.

Well, she was once widely known, anyway.

Oh, not that people had forgotten her, they still told tales of her deeds, but very few would still be able to put a face to her name. And she both liked and loathed that fact.

Liked, because all in all, she had trouble with crowds, politics and backstabbing. She liked the peace and quiet. But on the other hand, she loathed the fact that of the people that had fought with her, very few were still alive.

It was natural, she knew. And while she had grieved them, she had been able to let go. This didn't mean she was heartless, but her story was one of the prime examples of what happened when one clung to their death dear ones with undying fervour.

She remembered that that adventure had started with a dream...

And it was why she was contemplating her current existence.

Because she felt it in her bones, history had once again begun moving forwards, and the dreams she had lately were to much like that fated one to ignore.

But was she ready for it? To jump into the unknown once more, leaving everything she knew behind. Being able to let go of her loved ones was one thing, but this was a step further.

She sighed.

But what did it matter? Because it was undoubtedly one she was going to take. If not because of her bleeding heart, then certainly because the World itself desired it. One could only resist such an immense existence for so long...

Her mind made up - or rather, resignated-, she stood up, stretched herself, and looked at her meager belongings. Little things, mementos of her journeys and friends once made.

She would have to sort it and pack it up, she could only hold so much luggage on the journey, and... She stopped there, as she was getting ahead of herself. First she needed an actual transport to the Continent described in her dreams. That wouldn't be easy to begin with.

She walked out of the door, and wordlessly cast the technique that would allow her to teleport to Port Skandia to take the warpgate to Navea. No need to waste energy after all.

A longer journey laid ahead of her still, but first things first: Contacting the Sanknie Alliance about possible new business ventures. The angelic looking woman smiled devilishy for a mere moment.

Tagging along with an expedition was infinitely much easier, even if the World was on her side already.

She might as well use that fame of hers to her advantage for once.


An ocean away, a toddler cried itself to sleep.