Renata's Dream

Chapter I

False History

There was a creature, shivering and crying. "Revi, wake up . . . " someone whispered.

"My daughter, rise."

"You'll save us, Revi. Rise."

"Express them our wrath and sorrow. You must fight."

"Rage, Revi, rage."

"Avenge your mother, kill them all, and find freedom."

"Revi. . ."

There was a girl who's sleeping peacefully in her bed. As the window beside her opened, the light entered and made her white hair glow. She opened her eyes, and the first thing her round red eyes saw was sunlight. She blinked countless times and turned her head to the left. The view was her messy room again.

She closed her eyes. She is still lethargic. "Father, father," she whispered.That girl is Renata Viglianco, known as Revi VI. In their town, she's the naughtiest but the smartest as they say. At her young age, she learned how to read and write, yet she didn't consider herself the smartest. She believes that she is just a quick learner or maybe because her dad is a professor.

Renata continues to mutter the word 'father'. Little did she know, her mother, Velo, is watching her. Velo sighs as she views her daughter's messy room. This kid never wastes her time cleaning not only her room but also their house. She rather spends her day playing with her friends outside.

Velo shook her head and went downstairs. She saw her husband getting ready, preparing all of his papers. Velo approaches him. "You are going to the ministry again?" she asked Felix, her husband.

He just looked at her. "Yes, haven't I told you about it already? This is for us, Velo." He arranged his bag.

Velo looked downwards. She knew the reason why Felix is doing this. This is to survive against the wicked victors of Madreign. But these past few weeks, Felix didn't spare his time for them. He is so busy to the point that he always gets home late in the night.

"Your daughter misses you. Isn't that enough reason to stop in the meantime and bond with us?" She sighed.

Felix was stunned and closed his eyes. He clenched his fist and trembled. "We don't know when Madreign will attack Atolon, and oppress us for the second time. I'm doing this for her, we badly need to survive, Velo. I hope you understand that." He sighed. As the head of the family, he needs to protect them. Their chance of survival in this world full of cruelty is as big as an ant. "Do you know about Renata's Dream?"

~*~

Almost four centuries ago, a preacher shared his belief with the people. It's about the compelling titan gods and their chosen descendants. A lot of people believed that person because he has strong shreds of evidence, one of that evidence is Mount Colossus which is located in the northeast part of the world.

According to them, the power and legacies of those titans were passed down to their chosen descendants, and they are compelling and superior. The chosen descendants have a crystal inside their heart, the crystal is the one that gives them power. However, it also consumes their strength, making them live shorter.

They believed that there are twelve powerful titans living in Mount Colossus. Those titans have their duties and priorities. They are . . .

Harbor, the titan of the ocean.

Atlas, the titan of the sky.

Una, the titan of memories.

Everest, the titan of land.

Raiden, the titan of thunder and lightning.

Azar, the titan of fire.

Lewis, the titan of war.

Ahava, the titan of love.

Amara, the titan of beauty.

Astrea, the titan of fantasy.

Hakim, the titan of intelligence.

And lastly, Hadeon, the titan of destruction.

They were the children of Titus, the father of all titans.

Everything was peaceful not until Hadeon impregnated and killed Hakim's wife. Hadeon did such a sinful action, not appropriate for a titan god. As a punishment, Hakim beheaded Hadeon and sent him into a pit where no one could help him to escape. After that, the other titans didn't acknowledge Hadeon as a titan anymore.

Before Hadeon was sent into a pit, he saw his daughter whose name is unknown. He made a curse that his daughter will reincarnate and reincarnate until the right time will come and both of them will take revenge with one goal.

Their myth became a fact as descendants showed their faces in the public. Because of those facts, the selfish rulers feared that they might lose their political influence and the descendants would sit in power.

For their selfish deeds, they made false news and backstabbed all of the Tatius. They revealed fake crimes that Tatius never committed. It's the reason why people threw hatred towards Tatius. They feared and disgusted Tatius, causing some of them to be killed. To be peaceful, they trapped their so-called sinners under Mount Colossus.

Habonevar Cidgi, who has royal blood, the patriarch of the church, and the rumored descendant of Hakim, led his members to live peacefully underground. It is the start of the Cidgi Dynasty.

2 years later, the population of Tatius decreased due to a lack of sunlight and resources. Luckily, they managed to escape the underground.

They never dared to return to the people who became selfish just because of the power they are holding. Atolon, son of Habonevar and the descendant of Everest, created a gap between Tatius and non-Tatius. Little did they know, workers are creating a gap near Mount Colossus, too. Non-Tatius did it so they could be free in fear of the descendants. Atolon finished their works and successfully created a gap between Tatius and non-Tatius. The gap ended the lives of thousands of workers.

Habonevar's body weakened and died after a couple of months. Atolon took the responsibility and reigned the island he made with the help of Everest. Royal titles were passed down as time went by. Cidgians, the people of the island, lived in Atolon Island for over 390 years.

The merciless actions of the selfish politicians and non-Tatius will be forever staying in their minds. They painted the history and never dared to go outside Atolon. Meanwhile, the non-Tatius forgot about the beliefs as the politicians burnt the books about the myth and blew the ashes in the air as if nothing happened.

To be continued . . .