Rey stood frozen, awestruck, as she stepped closer. She was radiant — dressed in a flowing white gown embroidered with shimmering patterns that shifted like constellations. Her presence felt ancient, yet peaceful, like time itself had paused to honor her.

"Who... who are you?" Rey asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I am the Second Celestial King," she replied, her eyes warm and serene. "And you, Rey, are no ordinary child. You are more important than you can imagine."

As she began telling the story of her past life Rey's eyes widened. "So... all the stories my mom told me… they were real?"

"Yes," she said, nodding. "Every living being knows they are true. Some just choose to forget."

Her words wrapped around him like a blanket of forgotten prophecy, stirring something deep within.

"But for now," she continued, "you must rest. And train. The future is approaching fast — faster than even the gods are prepared for."

She led him deeper into the cave, past walls carved with runes that pulsed faintly with light, into a hidden chamber. It was vast — filled with relics, ancient scrolls, weapons sealed in crystal, and glowing orbs suspended mid-air.

"This is my sanctuary," she said. "Here, I will teach you all I know about this world."

Rey turned slowly, taking it all in. The air was thick with power. He could feel the world shifting — like it was watching him.

"You have eight years, Rey," she said, her voice suddenly firmer. "Eight years to master what others couldn't learn in lifetimes. I will guide you, but the strength must come from within."

Rey clenched his fists. For the first time, he didn't feel afraid. He felt… chosen.

And though he didn't yet understand his destiny, one thing was clear — the path ahead would be long, perilous, and filled with trials.

But Rey would be ready.