Underneath the scarlet sky as the sun slowly made its way down, two girls stood, their backs bear and open as hard pieces of rock and stone collided with them. The girls winced and hissed out of pain, with each strike leave a mark on their already rough and scarred backs with blood even dripping out of them. They had been enduring in agonizing pain for hours, forced to stay in the exact same spot while rocks were sent hurdling their way and striking them in the back over and over again.

“*Grunt* Alright, this is *grunt* starting to get boring down” said the person that was throwing rocks at the girl, a massive bore like man, covered from head to toe with brown fur with tusks on the sides of his face and a very large snort.

“You ladies *grunt* are free to go”, said the bore man before throwing a one finally piece of rock that landed on one of the girl’s head causing her to fall down to the ground.

“Preyina”, said the other girl as she rushed to her friend’s aid.

The bore man then laughed at the two girls.

“You human really are pathetic little things. You’re weak and are brought down by something small as a pebble”, said the bore man before grabbing a massive piece of rock and then proceeding to crush it with his bare hands while looking down at them with disgusting and sly grin on his face.

The girl, upon seeing the look on the bore man’s face, seeing him smile out of amusement and pleasure along with that disgusting look of superiority as though he were giant above them and they were nothing more than ants to be crushed underneath his huffed feet. It infuriated her beyond what any words could convey and she wanted nothing more than to strike him down right where he stood but *sigh*, she lack the power, and his words, though bitter and painful, were true, she was weak.

The girl, looking at the beast in front of her, could only bow her head while clenching her fist tightly in frustration.

“Ibaeran”, a voice called out to her softly.

The girl then looked down at wounded friend in her arms who only looked at but with her gaze alone was able to convey for her to understand.

The girl then let out a deep sigh before helping her friend up, supporting her by her shoulder and then saying with her head bowed down to her masters, “Thank you master, please permit me and my friend to take out leave”.

The bore man burst in to laughter upon hearing Ibaeran’s reply, “This is why I like you human, you’re smart enough to know your though you do have the annoying habit of forgetting from time to time. Fine, you may leave”.

The girl simply bowed her head before leaving, carrying her friend on her shoulders, choosing to hold ever speck of boiling rage she harbored in her heart and simply working away as there was no point holding on to all that anger and rage as she couldn’t not do anything about the sorry state she and the rest of her people were in and if she were too act on her anger, she would must liking suffer the same fate as very single sorry soul that dared to enrage their Uha Tamunarans masters, as dead fertilizer for the field they had to tend to, and she actually had a reason to keep enduring the torturous hell that was a life of servitude under the Uha Tamunarans which she was carrying right on her shoulders.

So, she left and went straight home, to the worn out and broken down house with walls and a roof litter with holes, and once there, she tended to the wounds of the closest and most cherished thing in her life before sleeping by her side, only to wake up to be greeted by another dreadful day as slave.

Back then she had to her to help her smile and laugh, push away all dread, sadness, anger, and frustration, to make to feel warmth and love in cold and depressing word. Back then it didn’t really matter would whatever pain of agony she had to endure, if it all meant she could spend a moment, not matter how short and fleeting it may be, with her. But now *sigh*, she was gone and they was no one left to help numb the pain and give her strength to endure it, now she was all alone with her pain and misery.

“Hey *grunt*, I’m *grunt*, talking to you”, the voice of the bore man echoed in ear, but still Ibaeran refused to turn around and meet his gaze.

“I said” he spoke while tighten his grip on her shoulder.

“I’m…” Ibaeran didn’t not even give him another minute to finish his sentence before clenching her hands tightly in to a fist and, charged with the might and power of the Su Baera along with all the anger, rage, and frustration she had kept all bottle up inside her, delivered a blow so powerful to the bore man that it shook the ground they stood upon and sent him flying with a loud boom.

The slaves, who were busy toiling away on the open fields, became alarmed upon hearing a loud cry echoing through the fields before the image of a massive figure could be seen flying before crashing down on the fields they were working on. They all then look at the figure that had just crashed before them with a look of shock and confusion upon seeing that the figure was the very Uha Tamunaran that put them to work on the fields. There he laid beaten down on the and in so much the even the act of moving a finger was agonizing.

The watched, there fixed at the scene before them, with the look of immense shock and confusion plastered on their faces before slowly turning around to see what was mighty enough to bring down the Uha Tamunaran master they all feared with nothing more than a single blow. Then their eyes met a figure, a figure they had only heard of tales and stories of distant past, the tale of a hero and champion of peace. The people then looked at the figure with a look of awe and disbelieve. It had been so long that tale became nothing more than a fable, an impossible possible dream of hope they had no choice to cling to in to cope with the dread and misery of their lives as slaves, and yet upon seeing it before them, with their own naked, they were finding it hard to distinguish their current reality from the impossible dream they clung on to.

Ibaeran saw as the people cast their gaze upon her, looking at her with glint and sparkle she had never seen in their eyes of any slave before. It felt strange to her, and their gaze she could sense somewhat strange feeling emanating from them, a feeling none of them had been able to feel since the Uha Tamunaran took over. Sudden the heavy suffocating air felt warm and the dead faces the people wore came to life, as for the first time in a very long time, the people had found a reason, in a fable tale or a myth, but standing right in front of them, to want to live and hope.

Ibaeran looked at them strangely, wondering why they were all staring at her before feeling the warm air blow around her and feeling the gentle breeze push against something attached to her. She then looked behind and saw, erect and extending out from her back, shining majestically as it bathed in the sun’s rays, the steel wings of the Su Baera.

She then looked back at the people, now understanding why they were looking at that way with awe and reverence in their eyes as though they were looking at something divine. It was they were looking at what perceived to be the answers to their prays, the one who would put an end to the long aching cycle of pain and torment they’ve been trapped in for far too long, the one they’ve been waiting for free them from the oppressive reign of the Uha Tamunarans, their champion, savor, and greatest source of hope, the Su Baera.

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Ibaeran then crushed her hands tightly in to a fist as she thought to herself that the image they had of her in their minds of her being this divine champion of immense power and strength was a false one, and in reality, she didn’t feel that much different from as even with the power of the Su Baera, at the end of the day, she was still a slave who had no choice but to obey her master.

“I can’t” one the slaves broke the silence.

“But it is” said another with a smile on her face.

“I was just about to lose all hope but now, looking at her right here before us…I just can’t believe this” an old slave spoke with teary eyes.

“The Su Baera, I thought it was just a legend but there she is. To think after so long we can finally be free” said another slave.

Ibaeran heard all their voices, brimming with hope and joy, emotion they had been unable to express and feel up on till that moment so much so that it was almost alien to her upon hearing in their voices. Ibaeran then looked at their faces, seeing the warm smile of joy and happiness on their faces, couldn’t but wonder, were they truly that way, filled to the brim with joy and happiness all because of her. She then looked at her hands before raising her head to look at the slaves once more, and wondered why did they believe that she of all people could save, why did they put so much faith in her when she was just like them, bound and chained, forced to submit and a cruel and heart master. Was it just because she was the Su Baera or were the people just that desperate and were willing to believe in anything, even something as significant as a mere slave like them.

Ibaeran, seeing all their smiling faces filled with just and happiness couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust, shame, and guilt wash over. She was meant to the Su Baera, a symbol meant to inspire hope in the hearts of all, a champion and a warrior of order and peace, and yet, there she forced to bend down and submit to the will of a tyrant despite having the power to fight.

Ibaeran couldn’t bear to look her people in the eye as her feeling of shame, guilt, and disgust slowly consumed her heart. She wanted to live, to take and fly, to avoid those gazes and be reminded of everything she was meant to be, everything the people perceive her to be, and everything she wasn’t. So the steel wings granted her wish, extending like that of a bird before lifting her off the ground and on to the sky with the cloth that covered her face falling down to the ground as ascended to the sky.

The people watched her leave ascending to the sky above their heads with a look of awe and astonishment as they looked at face the face of their savior before she flew away.

Ibaeran flew through the city of Ijawana and as she did so she caught the attention of everyone both Uha Tamunaran and slaves alike, causing them all the look up at the sky in shock, astonishment, awe, fear, and dread, upon seeing that the Su Baera had returned to the world.

Ibaeran flew pasted it all, wanting nothing more than to avoid the stares and gazes from the people down as she didn’t want to be reminded that despite everything that she had been through and the fact the she now had the all the power of Su Baera, she was still a slave bound to nothing more than serve, that was the bitter reality Ibaeran was trying to run away from but no matter how high she, that agonizing reality still found away to reach. So she kept flying further and further away, away from their stares and gazes, the glint of hope in their eyes, and the belief that she would be their salvage, and she kept flying, never daring to turn back until she heard voice call out to her.

“Su Baera”, it was weak and barely louder than a whisper but she was still able to hear it from so high up in the sky.

Ibaeran stopped and then looked down to see where voice was coming from. Her eyes then widened with shock upon seeing who it was. It was little girl, lying helplessly on the floors cover bruises and few open bleeding wounds. Looking at the girl’s sorry state, it was more than evident that she was left there to die most likely by Uha Tamunarans probably over something as little as staring at them.

Ibaeran then slowly descended down from the sky and landed down at the ground next to the little. Now stand so close, she was able to see her face more clearly and she recognized her. She was the girl she spared some of the food given to her by her Uha Tamunaran masters after a long day of working in the fields, it wasn’t much but that was all that she had to give at that at them, hoping that at the very least it would be enough to allow her see another. And now, Ibaeran, looking down at the poor little girl on floor in front her, she couldn’t help but feel her heart break in to two.

She then thought every single person she had ever had to watch depart from her, her father, Preyina, and even the slave boy she had watched meet his end moments ago. Recalling how during each and every single one of those deaths, she did nothing more than just stand and watch, turning in to a mere spectator as that was all she could and even though had the power to at the very least, save the poor boy as he being struck down by the Uha Tamunaran, she still chose to do nothing of fear.

And now, looking at the child before her, Ibaeran found herself playing the role of a mere spectator once more and which as the little before suffers in agony.

“S-su…Baera”, the girl spoke, her voice soft, weak and cracking due to the agonizing pain she was enduring.

Ibaeran then looked at the girl, who, upon seeing her, couldn’t help shed a tear, not due to the pain but out of joy and happiness, as she had finally the Su Baera, the hero whose legend she had told her entire life, the one destined to free her people from the Uha Tamunarans, she cried because the person before her was hers and her entire people’s hope. Ibaeran seeing that glint of hope in her couldn’t help but bow her head in shame as she thought to herself, why do they do keep seeing as some kind of savior or liberator when she just like, a slave, bound by the same invisible shackles and chain as them, that was the bitter truth even the power of the Su Baera could not change.

Ibaeran then looked at the girl and saw that she was trying, despite all the pain the simple act of moving it inflicted upon, to stretch a hand to her. And Ibaeran, she the trembling weak hand of the girl reaching to her, looked at the little with a look of shock, seeing the pain in her eyes and wondering why was she willing to endure so much pain all just stretch out a hand and reach her. Ibaeran couldn’t make sense of it and kept wondering just why the little allowed herself to endure so much pain just to get to her. Ibaeran then started glowing with the power the Su Baer flowing through it. Ibaeran then looked at the little girl before, using every single ounce of strength she could just to lift her little hand to reach. She then thought about how, from the very moment she was given the power of Su Baera she never done anything for her people that wasn’t driven by mostly, and looking at sorry state the girl was in, she recalled she gave her some of her food back then, and how she did so hoping the girl would live to see another day because that was all she could do back then but now…

Ibaeran then stretched out her hand to the girl, allowing the power of the Su Baera to flow out through her and in to the girl, healing her of all her wounds.

…she could do so much more.

The girl then slowly got up on her own two feet, feeling the power f the Su Baera flow through her and then slowly the pain began to fade away until it had completely vanished. The girl then raised head to meet Ibaeran’s gaze before saying, “Thank you”.

Ibaeran upon hearing what the girl felt a warmth in her heart she could not bring herself to explain. It felt peaceful and was a pleasant relief from the near constant agony she felt in her heart due to her in ability to fight due to her own fears and doubts. And upon hearing that girl thank her, she felt, even if it was for a fleeting moment, as though she was the Su Baera.

The people then began to gather around her, having witness for themselves Ibaeran healing the girl with the power of Su Baer before beginning murmur and whisper among themselves out of shock and disbelieve that the Su Baera had finally come to save them all.

Ibaeran then let out a deep sigh but crushing her hand tightly in to a fist once upon hearing everything they said about her being the savior. Ibaeran then felt something soft and warm grab hold of tightened fist. She then looked down and saw that I was girl she had just healed who looked back at her with a brilliant and bright smile. Ibaeran, upon seeing the smile on the girl’s face, couldn’t help smile at her as well before extending out her and taking to the skies once with all the slaves and even the Uha Tamunarans as well watching her as she departed in to the sky.