[hr][CENTER][I]The sight of a golden sky stretched across a blue sea. The waves glittered as they touched the sand, dampening the sand before returning to the ocean. A woman garbed in white stepped onto the sand, her cloak fluttering around her as the wind gently tousled the material. 

“You who reads this seek my memory with the power which She bestowed upon you.” 

The sky darkened considerably, cloaking the area in darkness. Only the moonlight illuminated her as she turned towards the light. Her face is largely hidden by her hood, her lips parting as she lifts her hand.

“The truth is only hidden to those who do not seek it.”[/i][/CENTER][hr]

The princess woke peacefully, her eyes fluttering open. The light around her head faded–her sigil had glowed, had it? She slowly sat up, shivering in the chill or early morning. The sun had scarcely risen above the horizon, the memory of her dream fighting to remain in her mind despite drowsiness. 

Belle slowly sat up, watching the blue sky outside. That golden sky made for quite the striking image. She had no memory of ever seeing one in person, but it seemed so clear in that dream. 

“Highness, are you awake?” She heard her lady-in-waiting call from the other side of her door. “There is much to be done to prepare you for the Millenium Festival. It won’t do to sleep in!”

Belle didn’t respond, returning her gaze to the sky outside once again. There was something stirring in the air, a feeling she couldn’t quite shrug off. An omen? No, surely it was a dream caused by the stress of this anticipated day. The princess finally rose from her bed, ready to greet the dawn.[hr]

The sun was just starting to dip into the horizon, painting the numerous white and bronze buildings vermillion. The people came from all over, some from their homes, others from transport, but they walked with a purpose, and they were all walking towards the Cathedra Incepta of Juniperus. The church knights stood at the ready, watching the populace, and the knights within the church donned their traditional armor.  Sunbeams filtered through stained glass windows depicting the Goddess and the original Scions, their colors dancing across the floors. The air carried a scent of juniper and sacred incense, giving a sense of peace and reverence underneath the buzz of excitement. Statues of the Scions, carved with exquisite detail, watched all who entered.

What was once considered a holy walk into the Cathedra Incepta was more modernized these days. A grand red carpet was set down from the cobbled street to the grand doors. The path was lined up with an assortment of Templars and church knights, a mixed horde of paparazzi and excited faithfuls who couldn’t enter hoping to catch a glimpse of Incepta’s chosen. The moment the first car came to a stop, the flashes from the photographers began.

The only person on the carpet was a well-dressed man holding a microphone. He stood alone in front of a large news camera with an earpiece and a dazzling smile.

“Coming to you live from Juniperus, we’re here to witness the entrance of the Goddess’ esteemed children,” He boasted, eyes sparkling as he took half a step back and gestured to the crowd. “This evening marks the one thousand year old celebration of Her chosen–her Scions. Accompanied by their Templars, they are the last to appear, and once they’re in, the sermon will be given by Father Bachmeier. Stay tuned for an exclusive first look!”[hr]