Stella heart raised as clever said his vows in the alter her eyes filled with tears as she never felt this day could ever come. This was it- the new beginning for Stella....flash back to how we got here
Thirty years ago, a group of adventurers ventured into the jungle, seeking fortune and glory. Instead, they stumbled upon a mysterious child, no more than five years old, standing alone in the dense foliage. The child's piercing green eyes and tangled dark hair left them awestruck.
"Are you the parents of this child?" the chief adventurer asked, but each member of the group shook their heads in unison.
"Then where did she come from?" he pressed, but the group's responses were met with shrugs and confusion.
The chief made a decision. "We'll take her back to camp and figure it out in the morning. It's too dark to search now."
As they journeyed back, the child remained silent, her eyes fixed on the adventurers with an unnerving intensity. That night, around the campfire, they attempted to communicate with her, but she refused to speak. One linguist recognized an ancient dialect in her eyes, a language thought to be extinct.
"This child may be the key to unlocking the secrets of the lost city," he whispered to the chief.
As they prepared to leave the jungle, the chief adventurer declared, "Enough! I don't want to use this child. I'm not a monster. We live for home in two days. If we can't find her parents by then, we'll take her with us."
The group searched tirelessly for two days, but no parents or relatives came forward to claim the child. With a heavy heart, the chief announced, "Prepare to leave for home tomorrow."
As they packed up their gear, the child's eyes welled up with tears, and she began to cry. The chief, moved by her distress, tried to comfort her, unaware that this child would become the bridge between two worlds - their world and the lost city
The group embarked on the journey home, with the mysterious child in tow. As they ventured further away from the jungle, the child's tears subsided, replaced by an eerie silence. The chief couldn't shake off the feeling that their lives were about to change forever..
The chief's family welcomed Stella with open arms, and she quickly settled into her new life. The chief's wife, a skilled healer, took special care of her, bathing her, dressing her in warm clothing, and feeding her nourishing food. As Stella's physical health improved, her silence began to concern them.
One evening, as they sat by the fire, Stella spoke her first word: "Stella." The chief and his wife exchanged a glance, overjoyed. "We'll call her Stella," the chief said, smiling.
As the days passed, Stella grew more comfortable in her new home. She was a quiet and observant child, but her piercing green eyes sparkled with curiosity and intelligence. The chief's wife noticed that Stella's eyes seemed to hold a deep wisdom, beyond her years.
Years passed, and Stella blossomed into a beautiful and intelligent young woman. She had grown to love her parents deeply, and they had become her rock, her confidants, and her best friends. She had learned so much from them, from her mother's wisdom and grace to her father's strength and courage.
Stella's parents couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and wonder as they watched her grow. They had always known that she was special, but they had never imagined just how much she would flourish.
One evening while Stella was outside staring at the Skys she heard a scream from inside the house
The chief's wife, Stella's mother, rushed to his side as he collapsed. "Stella, help me!" she cried, panic in her voice.
Stella sprang into action, using her knowledge of herbs and healing to tend to her father. As she worked to revive him, an old and worn amulet fell from his neck. The amulet had strange symbols etched into its surface.
Stella's eyes widened as she recognized the symbol. "I know this symbol," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "I've seen it before, but I don't know where."
Her mother's eyes locked onto hers, and she spoke in a low, urgent tone. "It's time she knows the truth," she whispered.
The chief's eyes flickered open, and he gazed up at Stella. "You don't know what it means, do you?" he asked, his voice weak but filled with a deep longing.
Stella shook her head, her curiosity piqued. "No, father. What does it mean?"
The chief's eyes locked onto Stella's, filled with a mix of emotions. "Stella, it's high time I told you the truth," he began, his voice trembling. "Long ago, I and my people went on an adventure to find the lost city . That adventure, I considered successful, for it gave me you."
Stella's eyes welled up with tears as she listened to her father's words. "I saw you there that day, and I thank God every day that I took you home," he continued.
The chief paused, collecting his thoughts. "I've heard many things about the lost city, and I'm certain you were from there. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this earlier. I wanted to protect you, I didn't want to lose you, my child."
He coughed, his eyes filled with tears. "When I found you, I instantly knew there was something unique about you. This amulet," he gestured to the amulet around Stella's neck, "you were holding it when I brought you home. I intended to give it back to you when you were ready. And right now, my daughter, I ask you: are you ready to uncover your destiny? Great things await you. Are you ready to face your fate?"
The room fell silent, as Stella processed the weight of her father's words. Her heart raced with a mix of emotions: shock, curiosity, and a sense of purpose. She looked at the amulet, then back at her father, and nodded slowly. "I'm ready, father. I'm ready to face my fate."