It could be whatever you want it to be, so the story goes in your way.
Shoutout to my chosen Modern Day Atenean, Luanne Borras :)
So here goes, The Legend Of True Power..
In Mealea, a distant land trillions of
light years away from the Milky Way Galaxy, there lived a population that look
just like humans, except they’re an image of perfection and their eyes are in
shades of colours not included in our visible spectrum. At one glance, they
would look like harmless, beautiful and peaceful creatures but beware; each of
them have unique powers and are capable of dangerous things. The inhabitants of
Mealea, called Mealeans, are ranked on a special social class that are based
between how exemplary your power is. The highest of which, is their king, King
John. And the lowest, or so they say, is Luanne, for she does not have powers
at all. This hierarchy is a cruel one. Because of being hatched without powers,
Luanne was often discriminated by other heartless Mealeans. She would be
bullied and teased of her weakness. She was called an outcast, a misfit, just
another stick in the mud.
She was someone who didn’t quite fit
in.
Although Luanne wasn’t so alone for
she had faithful friends, Lyen & Dianne, two of the most powerful Mealeans
in the realm.
One day, an evil witch from another
galaxy, Florianne, decided to claim the wonderful land of Mealea for her own
evildoings. She kidnapped King John and sent a poisonous air virus throughout
the land that will poison every single Mealean who had any powers. Within short
days, the poison took effect and the whole powerful population of Mealea was
poisoned. None of them could even stand to fight.
Except one, Luanne the Powerless.
Realizing she was the only person that
could save the entire realm, she set out to Florianne’s Burning palace and face
the wicked witch herself. Sure, she would seem weak; she would seem useless,
defenceless and easily defeated. But she didn’t survive all those years without
powers for nothing. She knew that being underestimated is one of her advantages
against the witch. As she arrived at the Burning Palace, she was able to
cleverly distract the guards and divert herself directly to Florianne’s room.
There she found the witch cackling to herself “Soon, oh very soon, Mealea would
be mine!” She mocked of laughter.
Unable to resist herself, she snapped,
“Not if I can help it.”
The Witch immediately turned around
and eyed Luanne. She squinted and focused on Luanne’s beautiful Mealean
features. Then she tilted her head to one side and curved her lips into an inhuman
smile.
“You? A Powerless Mealean?” She
laughed, “You must be kidding.”
Luanne smiled back savagely and shook
her head. In a split second she withdrew a weapon from behind her that looked
like a boomerang, except the sides were made of sharp, deadly swords. She flung
it through the air. The Witch was startled by the fast hurdle of the weapon.
She managed to move out of the way, but without the sharp boomerang cutting her
black feather cape first. She shrieked a sound that could make a baby cry. She
glared at Luanne, and threw a green orb the size of a billiard ball towards
her. Then she threw another, and another.
Luanne managed to somersault her way from
the first few orbs, but alas, one caught her to the chest and she flew
backward. The sound of the Witch’s laughter echoed through the palace walls.
She was now on her knees, her face red with anger and embarrassment. The orb
was a solid form of evil energy that hit her so strongly that she may not get
up.
“Quitting so soon, Powerless Mealean?”
Florianne mocked ferociously.
Luanne stared hard at the sharp
boomerang in her hand and threw the weapon to the Witch. The Witch just raised
her hand, and before the boomerang could get any closer, it stopped in mid-air
and vanished into a thick cloud of dust. “Pathetic.” She murmured at the sight
of Luanne.
She moved closer to unmoving Luanne,
mocking her as she took her each step.
“You are of no power. You cannot
defeat me.” She took one step closer.
“You are not as special as your kind.
You are an ugly misfit.” She took another step closer.
“You are not as beautiful as the
others; you do not deserve to live.” She was now only a foot away from Luanne.
The words of the Witch echoed through
Luanne’s mind. Could she be right? Did she not deserve to live with the others?
Does their social class really determine her life?
No.
No matter what others would say, she
should never be ashamed of who she is. She should be proud of herself, of what
she’s done and what she’s capable of. There’s nobody else like her and nobody else
should convince her otherwise. She managed to come here and defend her race,
although she thought she has failed and she closed her eyes to prepare to die.
Suddenly she was glowing. Blue and
Gold sparks were illuminating from her hair to her arms to the tips of her
fingers. The Witch’s smile faded and she took a step back, “What is happening
to you, powerless Mealean?”
Luanne suddenly felt the pressure on
the hit vanish, her strength slowly generating back. She felt the crackles of
short electric currents in the tips of her toes. She slowly started to stand
up. Her face was the most beautiful sight Florianne had ever seen and the Witch
backed away, the look of worry slapped on her face. She was startled by the
sudden aura of energy coming from what was supposed to be a weak, powerless
being. She decided to toughen up and threw another, a much bigger, green orb at
Luanne. But the orb stopped and faded away before it hit the Mealean.
“I’ll tell you what’s happening.”
Luanne said in a clear and powerful voice. “The Legend of True Power is coming
true.” Then her lips curved into a sweet but savage smile which made Florianne’s
eyes widen in horror as the Witch mouthed, “It can’t be.”
The Legend of True Power simply states
that the true extraordinary power comes from within. It was only an old myth
that the Mealeans’ Social Class didn’t really believe in. It can only be done
when one finally understands that insecurities and flaws shouldn’t bring you
down, that the true beauty is in your attitude and understanding towards
others.
Although Luanne didn’t believe in such
an old myth, it was happening to her right now, which sent chills across
Florianne’s spine. Luanne was getting more powerful by the minute as the sparks
ignited a thin layer of powerful energy around her body, and she was feeling
better than ever before. If the Witch wants to regain control, she should act
fast. She decided to make one last powerful attack in the hopes of stopping
Luanne’s transformation process. She gathered all her sorcery knowledge and her
power was building up on her palms. She knew if she’d do this she’d be in
danger of destroying herself for using too much of her own power, but she was
willing to take the risk. In a minute, she had created a big purple ball of
evil energy and with all her might, she flung it towards Luanne.
Luanne raised one hand and the ball
stopped, almost as quickly, it retraced its steps back to Florianne. The Witch
ran as the purple ball she created herself was chasing her across the room, and
Luanne watched in delight.
Florianne tried to run as fast as her
feet could take her, but she was exhausted by calling in the large orb and
couldn’t take a step further. The purple orb splashed as it reached her and a
loud clap echoed throughout the castle as the Witch disappeared into tiny
sparkles of glowing purple energy. Luanne blinked in surprise for everything
happened so fast.
She looked at herself in her
reflection at the Witch’s crystal mirror beside the door. Her eyes, face, arms
and hair were somehow different.
“It is done.” She smiled to herself.
Now that the Witch was gone, the air virus that poisoned Mealea will now fade and
she would easily be able to save King John and bring him back to restore peace
in Mealea.
And also she herself has changed for
the better, and she knows that no one could ever hurt her again.
She never felt so alive.
