Marked by Light, the Soul awakens. Not to glory, but to service and truth. It does not choose the perfect — but the willing. It doesn’t whisper. It burns. T
o be chosen by the Light is to remember that you were always meant to shine.

Let’s be honest: being chosen sucks. At least at first.

There’s this myth that when you're "called" to some great destiny—especially one soaked in ancient prophecy and swaddled in cosmic significance—you’ll feel empowered, luminous, ready to charge into glory with a sword in one hand and divine fire in the other.

But the truth?

You feel small. Angry. Betrayed. And maybe worst of all—you start losing faith.

The Burden of the Chosen

No one tells you that being the “one” doesn’t come with fanfare—it comes with fallout.

The sacred realm you're supposed to restore? Fallen. Remembered only as legend. Its people scattered, its history sunk in lore. The crystal you must recover? In the hands of the unknown .

And the sacred light you're supposed to rekindle?

Dims when the people of your community ostracizes you because of who you dare to stand beside.

Befriending the Outcaste

You never expect to be hated for love.

But the moment you break bread with the outcastes—the people written out of history, the ones blamed for the fall, shunned for their strange rites and older gods—you become a target.

Not just of whispers but of fear.

Fear from your own people, as if compassion is corruption. As if their purity is more important than your purpose.

You don’t know what’s worse: that they reject you, or that deep down, you understand why they do.

Because you’re starting to question everything too.

When the Ancient Evil Wakes

And then the darkness doesn’t just creep in - it rises.

Worshippers of the ancient enemy begin to crawl out from the hidden corners of the land. The forgotten cults return. Blood rituals echo in the forest. The crystal’s absence is felt as reality changes to the bizarre.

The fallen kingdom of light that once held the realm together? Again is the target of the dark’s hunger for power.

And you’re expected to lead. To heal. To believe. To restore the sacred realm.

How do you when you have no idea what’s real and what’s legend?

The Collapse Before the Calling

Here’s the thing no one tells you about prophecy:

Before it elevates you, it breaks you.

Not everyone is meant to survive the calling. Not everyone wants to. It exposes you. The innocence you once carried , is a virtue that carries you forward, but leaves you at a disadvantage for being naive. It cracks your courage and limits your hope.

You begin to understand why saviors go silent. Why so many chose exile, madness, or martyrdom. Why the heroes in the old tales weren’t always noble—they were just... tired.

Like you are now.

But Here's What the Dark Fears

Not your perfection. Not your faith.

What the ancient evil fears —is that you now exist. What was once a prophecy, is now a reality. Your existence, your knowledge of the outcastes and the wisdom they hold, threatens its power.

It fears you. You’re real. Human. Awake. Not some gleaming statue on a pedestal, but a vessel holding light.

And that light? The one inside you that’s barely a spark?

That’s all it ever takes to burn down a god.

Final Thoughts from the Ashes

You might not restore the sacred realm overnight.

You might not find the crystal until it’s nearly too late. You might lose more than you save. You might become a legend written in ash.

But let it be said—you didn’t turn away.

You befriended the forsaken. You faced the lies disguised as law. You stood as one willing to remember why it mattered.

And maybe—just maybe—that's the real restoration.

Ratna

When Light Chooses You