Above a lone rock in the middle of a barren land…
A sixteen-year-old girl stood with unwavering steadiness.
The fierce wind was lashing her shining silver hair,
And her braid adorned with an emerald thread clung to her forehead…
But she did not move a single step.
As if the storm itself feared approaching her.
The sky above her was covered with dense gray clouds, heavy…
Silent…
As if waiting for a signal.
From atop the rock, Princess Monali slowly raised her hands.
Then…
She extended her left hand far forward,
And three fingers rose in a precise hooked motion.
With the same movement…
She extended her right hand backward.
A moment of silence.
And suddenly.
From nothing…
A large arrow of pure yellow light formed between her hands.
There was no bow.
There was no string.
Only pure energy formed between her fists, pulsing, glowing.
She pulled her hands to their limit…
And stretched the light arrow until it reached its maximum length.
The light tightened…
