Centuries passed, and the Church of the Golden Raven flourished, its teachings deep-rooted in the hearts of its followers. The sacred land in Spain, where Javier's body had been laid to rest, became a pilgrimage site for those who believed in his eventual return. The raven, immortal and unyielding, still watched over the land, its golden feathers casting a divine glow on all who visited the holy grounds. Yet, despite the reverence and devotion, a lingering question remained in the hearts of many—when would the god of the Golden Raven return?
The priests and the faithful knew that the time would come, but the exact moment was shrouded in mystery. The Prophecies of the Golden Feathers spoke of a time when Javier would be reborn into the world, but the specifics were left to interpretation. It was said that his rebirth would coincide with the coming of a great darkness, and only then would the Golden Raven return to restore balance.
For now, the priests continued their sacred rituals, guarding the sacred texts and keeping the faith alive. But even they could not escape the passage of time. The faith of the Golden Raven had been passed down through generations, and while the teachings remained steadfast, the fervor of the worshippers began to wane with each passing century. Fewer pilgrims visited the holy land, and the once-thriving community of followers began to dwindle.
Yet, there were those who held the flame of devotion close to their hearts. Among them was Isabella, a young woman born into a family that had been faithful to the Golden Raven for generations. She had grown up listening to the tales of the great god, of the immortal Javier who had once walked the earth and who would one day return. Her grandmother, a priestess of the Church, had passed down the sacred teachings to her, and Isabella carried them with her always. Her belief in Javier's return never wavered.
Isabella was the last of her family's line, the final heir to the faith. And though she had heard the whispers of doubt from the outside world, she clung to the hope that one day, the god of the Golden Raven would return to guide them once more. She had made a vow to herself, one that she would never break: she would be the one to see the day of Javier's rebirth, and she would ensure that the teachings of the Golden Raven would not be lost.
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One night, as Isabella sat in the sacred chapel of the Church, she felt a strange presence in the air. It was as if the very ground beneath her feet was humming with a faint energy. She looked up toward the altar, where the Raven's Scepter stood, and for a moment, she swore she saw the faintest glow surrounding it. A soft rustling, like the sound of feathers in the wind, filled the room.
Then, the vision came.
Isabella saw a figure—tall, radiant, and imposing—standing at the edge of the sacred land. The figure was cloaked in shadows, but she could see his eyes—eyes that burned with a golden light. The raven, golden and majestic, flew beside him, its wings glowing as it soared through the night sky.
It was him. Javier.
The vision was brief, but it left a profound mark on Isabella. She knew then, with certainty, that Javier was not lost to time. His return was near. But there was something else—something she had not expected. The figure in the vision was not alone. With him were other figures, some she recognized from the ancient texts—Sersi, Thena, Makkari, and others. They were the Eternals, bound by fate to witness the return of the Golden Raven.
Isabella's heart raced. She had seen the prophecy. She had read the texts. But this… this was real. Javier would return, and when he did, the world would change.
The following days were filled with uncertainty. Isabella could not shake the vision from her mind, nor could she ignore the overwhelming sense of urgency that now pulsed through her veins. The world outside had changed. The rise of new powers, strange technologies, and cosmic forces had shifted the balance of the universe. And now, it seemed, Javier's return was more imminent than ever.
The Church began to stir with new life. News spread that the ancient god was returning, and the faithful began to gather once more. The sacred land saw a resurgence of pilgrims, each one bringing with them the hope of witnessing the miraculous rebirth of Javier.
Isabella knew what she had to do. She would not sit idly by as the world waited for Javier's return. She would find the truth. She would seek out the ancient relics—the Golden Feather Locket, the Raven's Scepter, and the Infinitium—and she would unlock the secrets that lay hidden for centuries. She would prepare the world for the coming of the Golden Raven.
Her journey was about to begin.
But she was not alone. Javier's legacy had already taken root in the hearts of those who had come before her. And now, it was time to fulfill the promise made long ago. The Golden Raven was rising once more, and the world would never be the same again.