The-One-Who-Has-No-Name

Somalia took Sara by the hand to the great hall of their castle. "This is where we reside til we return to our rightful place", Somalia said. Sara shook her head, this was all to strange. "Humans call us "aliens"; they make up such clever words that they fool themselves." Somalia laughed, mockingly. Sara didn't laugh. Sara listened as she named all the myths that Sara had heard; mentally making note never to believe it. "How do I redeem your kind?" Somalia looked serious, " Don't you know?! Your joking!" "No", Sara replied. Somalia looked her in the eye, " I am taking you to a our leader.The humans have made you forget who you are. I blame your guardians for keeping you with them for so long." "Who are my guardian's?" Sara said. "Your parents, of coarse." Somalia told her. Somolia explained their leader was He-Who-Has-No-Name. Sara was puzzled, when she was before his house-a small hut. The door opened and a similar person like Somalia with a cat-like head stepped out. He was in white robes, with gold slippers. "I know who you bring to me" a male voice stated. "She is the One". Somalia bowed low before him. She nudged Sara, but he stopped her, "She bows to no one!" Then he looked at her with sea-green eyes, "Come inside!" Inside was a throne that he sat on carefully. A round table with nine swords lay between them. Sara gasped. "These are the nine tribes of our people. Each sword represents a tribe. You are of the 1st order. You have been greatly awaited by all. Welcome home!" Sara said, "Tell me who I am to become."