'It is surely going to be an exciting day today' I thought to myself as I woke up, stretching to get my stiff body working.

Later on in the afternoon, I will be at Esmund's village to announce and knight him as the second Divine Warrior, Esmund the Protector. I giggled to myself, I am so original with names.

Soon after that, I went and did my rounds in my village. It was a darling, beautiful village filled with centaurs, dragons, wyverns, mermaids and lots more. It had a maid café which was founded by a Meif'wa, a tailor, and possibly anything else that a village would ever need.

Walking through the village, I received 'Hellos' and  'Good Mornings' from the villagers and stopped by at the tailors shop only to find out that the armour that was meant for Esmund, came out as a failure.

I received plenty of 'Sorrys' from the tailor and made my way to a witch tower, that no one knew we had, deep in the forest.

"Hyria!" I hollered as I entered the witch tower.

"Did you know that it is very un-ladylike to yell? No wonder you aren't even courted yet." Syria complained, coming down from the witch tower to brew some tea.

I giggled, "Hyria, that was five thousand years ago when all women had to act like that. Times have tremendously changed since then."

Hyria sighed, "Well, to me, it hasnt changed one bit." She said as she poured some of my favourite Jasmine tea into a teacup for me.

"That's because you are always cooped up here. What DO you do here anyways?" I argued, slowly sipping at my tea.

"Reminisce the old times. Want to watch some old memories with me?" Syria offered getting her magic ready to create a hologram.

"Sure, I want to see when I first met you." I requested. Hyria was a very, and I mean VERY old friend of mine. She fought by my side those five thousand years ago in the war between humans and wyverns.

Ever since then, she had moved into my village that was on a secluded island, sealed off by my magicks and claimed that she moved here for the 'peacefulness that it brings' and 'not for me'. Secretly, I knew she moved here for me, because, who wouldn't love me?

As if reading my thoughts, Hyria sighed and started to play the memory. Every time that I visit her, we would watch memories together, if not, potion brewing, trips to the a Nether, flying around and, most importantly, arguing.

As if on cue when I lingered on my thoughts a little longer, the memory started,

I was on a very snowy biome. Lips blue and frostbite clear on my feet.

I had travelled all the way here to gather allies but alas, no luck when my body finally gave in and I collapsed, darkness ready to consume me. Before slipping into the dark realm, I had vividly made out a silhouette of a female, walking coolly towards me.

I woke up with a start that day, completely unprepared for the warmth that consumed me.

"I wouldn't sit up straight directly if I were you."

I turned around to come face-to-face with a witch with fiery orange hair.

"Oh, pardon my manners," I said with a bow, "my name is Irene and thank you for saving me."

Her eyes widened at this, "Irene? As in the  relic holder Irene?"

I giggled, "Why yes, that Irene is me."

"What are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be with your allies to fight in the upcoming war?" she freaked out.

With that, I had a sad, almost longing look on my face, "No one wants to help me. They either call me crazy or turn me away," I smiled softly almost soon after, "but I have hope that I will find plenty one day!"

The witch looked at me, "I am on your side. I was always one to support peace and judging you, you have no control over your powers. Do you?"

I laughed, "Yes, I don't."

"Then what ARE you waiting for?" she screeched, "come on! I'll train you to handle those powers and hide your  aura as well. I don't know how I never really caught that power oozing right off you, by the way, my name is Hyria."

"Nice to have you as an ally, Lady Hyria." I announced gratefully.

"Oh please," she bargained, "Hyria will do.....for now."

I laughed a melodious laugh, "I can tell that we will be great friends until the very end."

She laughed as well.

And we did.

We discovered new things throughout our friendship. I managed to control my many magicks that I posses and had a favourite tea now. Jasmine Tea!

Hyria learned how to create a wide vast of potions, had a familiar, which was still a baby, and learned the secrets of Ars Magica (did I spell that correctly?)

We were inseparable. Even after the war.

The memory ended just like that, I turned to see Syria with tears in her eyes. Witches age gracefully, therefore her fiery orange hair faded just a little and adopted just a few wrinkles.

"Now, tell me about this second Divine Warrior so I can make the Protector's armour based on his personality." she commands, turning towards me.

I simply just smiled at the memory when I taught her how to summon clothes and armour like that for both animals and humans. She was ecstatic.

It was the first thing that I had taught her and she finally saw me as a friend then. Back then, no one wanted to be friends with her due to her being a witch. Poor woman, she was left broken after her parents were excecuted.

It's hard to predict what the world will become in the future.