Chapter Text
The Elders sat in a circle, meditating. They were tuned into the magic and essence of the universe; waiting. The oldest of them, their leader, observed it’s trembling in curiosity, and surprise. Never before had she seen the universe quaking in such anticipation. She knew then, that this child would be special.
The Belinors had existed on the planet Altea for as long as any being or book had knowledge of. They lived alongside the Alteans peacefully, content to allow them to take up leadership, and rule the planet. The Belinors, despite being an ancient race, were a relatively minor race when it came to population. They lived in small clans, generally formed between a few families, led by Elders. The one exception was a large clan that lived just outside the capital city of Altea, where the royal family lived in their castle. And this was because the two species shared a common goal; the continued well-being of the universe.
The Belinors were a race of magical beings, whose main purpose was to help maintain balance, both on their planet, and in the rest of the universe. The Belinors were born with an affinity for a certain type of magic, as well as a limit to the power and strength they would have. This limit was decided by how well their resonance matched to the universe; this was how they were able to wield their magic.
The older the Belinor, the more attuned they would become to the universe, and the more they would be able to do, and see. The universe recognized that the Belinors were seeking to help maintain balance, and so every time a Belinor was born, the Elders would receive a vision, to indicate the child’s future, or potential, in some way.
What they would see is the child’s spirit animal. The animal in the vision would be indicative of the child’s personality or spirit. The colour the animal appeared would show the type of magic the child would have an affinity for; green for earth related magic, blue for water, and so on. The brighter the colour was, the more closely attuned that type of magic was to the universe.
Yellow denoted a more mystic magic, and was generally only found in the more powerful of the race, since they were more closely connected to the essence of the universe. Most of the Elders who lead the clans had an affinity for yellow magic. The one with the strongest affinity for yellow magic in the history of the Belinors, was the Elder who was currently leader of the largest tribe. Her magic was a bright, brilliant yellow, and her visions were exceptionally clear, and accurate.
The spirit animals in the visions could come in any colour or shade imaginable; except for two. Dark purple was never seen in any Belinor, for that magic was indicative of the Druids. The Druids were another race of magic users in the universe, and they were a dark race who used their magic to do all sorts of evil and unnatural things. The only other colour never seen before, was white. While the Belinors could not decide the exact reason white was never seen, the most commonly accepted theory was that it signified some type or level of magic that no Belinor had ever possessed.
Lastly, the size of the animal within the vision was a prediction of how strong the child would be, as it showed the extent to which they would be attuned to the universe. The largest in recorded history was the size of an average hut, though most were simply sized as normal for the animal.
And so the Elders tuned into the universe, awaiting the moment the child was born, for a glimpse as to what would be the child’s future. Then, suddenly, a vision overtook them. As the child entered the world, a massive, shimmering figure rose, as high as the mountains around them, and as the child let out its first cry, an earth-shattering roar erupted from the beast’s mouth.
The mother lay, tired but content, as she held her baby; a girl. Her husband sat by her bedside, and they both gazed in adoration at the tiny being. A knock at the door drew their gaze, and they looked up to see the Elders’ leader, standing in the doorway. She was welcomed in, excitement buzzing in the new parents.
The Elder walked into the room, silently moving to the bedside and regarding the baby. The parents looked at her expectantly, anticipation building, but respectfully waiting for her to speak first.
“This child has a great destiny ahead of her. Of all the visions I’ve received, and the children that’ve been born in my time, I have never before seen such potential in any of our people.” The Elder spoke, voice grave. The parents looked at each other, proud, but worried as to what it could mean. Yet, the excitement couldn’t be completely abated.
“And what of the vision? What did you see?” The father asked, as the mother tightened her grip on her little girl, glancing down at her.
The Elder reached out a hand, gently touching the child’s forehead. The baby opened its eyes, and the Elder could hear an echo of the roar.
“A great, white lion.”