Goddess of Destiny
Chapter 28: memories and broken jewels

The atmosphere of the room was chaotic, the dark creatures made a riot if there was a leader there but none of the invitees could help fight, there were friends who protected them.

"What's this!" yelling Nava while banging them in front of him.

  Bruk! The loud noise hit the temeng made the women scream fear as good as surprise.

"Again, hand the jewel to me!" ara exclaimed as she gripped the neck of the man's shirt in front of her, Khin.

   Although Khin now has a jewel fragment belonging to the goddess of destiny within him but the power of the girl in front of him is very strong, his power is infinite even with the ease of the girl throwing it so powerful that it crashed into the theme that the girl had made.

"You just want the jewels? Don't you want to know how your parents are doing?" khin asked, making Ara look at herself.

"Hahahahaha well I'll tell you how your parents are doing now" Khin said with a loud laugh even though he was almost dying.

"Your parents have turned me to stone" Khin said casually.

   Khin did not know the consequences of his casual speech when he found out it was too late. A aura of power with a white light surrounded Ara, the girl stared coldly at Khin, she threw out the whip that was on her. The wind surrounded him slowly Ara lifted him up as if floating.

"Ara..," said Valeria and Atta.

    The two girls held onto his head as a round of memories flashed through their heads, not looking compact but they both closed their eyes alternately not only them but also Luif and Zucca, respectively, the spin on their memories grew faster along with their bodies being lifted up like Ara.

   The light coming out of the four people was the white color of Atta which was seen first towards a point then also Valeria with Violet light followed by Luif who emitted a purplish blue light and Zucca who was emitting a green light, the four lights gathered at one point, Ara.

    All eyes were wide at that, what just happened?

"I'm sure it's him, Nindiga it's you," murmured Zen fixedly staring at Ara.

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Valeria.

  Vista, in violet, symbolizes friendship and magic.

   Magica World is a place where creatures with diverse destiny ties reside and that world is a world of hope, a plea from the Goddess of Destiny Nindiga.

    Yes, that's what I know, that's what I read and that memory just played to me, I'm Valeria Tazanara Sehrli, now I just remember my memory I'm a reincarnation of Goddess Vista, I'm a woman, Goddess royals. The story of the incarnations of the Gods is real because now I realize our purpose of incarnating one in search of the missing Nindiga.

   And the one that I was sure of when I saw Ara he looked like someone Nindiga he was exactly like Nindiga. The drops of Nindiga nothing similar to him may have almost the same hair has a little indigo color at the end of their hair, but Ara is not in terms of facial hair and their bodies are exactly the same, but Ara, I'm sure Ara wasn't Nindiga's drip but Nindiga herself in the end I found Nindiga, my best friend, my sister.

"Vista I promise you this is my last incarnation, I want your permission."

   This memory of a few thousand years ago this is also the last time I saw my Nindig.

"All right, but as usual I'll go with you."

That sentence was a sentence I regretted my whole life, it was a curse to me, it gave my Nindig to lose.

   At the time of the incarnation he remembered his memory but not for the reason why he had incarnated up to 1000 times and at that moment he disappeared in front of us all while fighting against the creatures of Qaranliq who never been destroyed.

  Fairy dust is not named that but just call it that important the dust is glowing. Saving Magica World and at that moment she disappeared her body turned into white glowing dust and I think her strength disappeared not but not seen temporarily because we were sad, she said, we are the symbol of the thread of Nindiga's destiny when our hearts are broken when the power of the thread is lost and set aside white.

   The one he gave us the jewel shards, the shards of his power that split apart, there were two shards on me one was given to him secretly and the other I found him while searching for him.

   I tightly grumbled the two pieces of the gem, I then nodded this time when this piece of jewel should approach its master.

   I took the shard off me he floated off of course I pushed it, it came out of me, it flowed through my violet light.

   Vista is my name and I am the goddess of friendship and magic, Nindiga is my dear friend, friend and sister.

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Atta.

   Ateya with a pale yellow color like the light of the sun, the light and comfort of the most tender Goddess, that's my royal goddess.

    I know about the story of the reincarnation of the Gods I always thought it was real because it was in fact I was the goddess Ateya.

   The reason for my irritation and the others this time is the same as before. The beginning of our initial incarnation was to keep and help our Nindiga incarnate in a rolling manner and when the 1000th incarnation of Nindiga we incarnated together and who knows the rengkarnasi at that time was the last incarnation of our time seeing Nindiga.

   Until now he was not found for thousands of years we searched for him there was nothing we found only his drops were always there when we incarnated as if saying we would not meet with Nindiga again.

    But if the drops are there we're sure he's still there, my Nindig is alive he never died, my sister is alive but where is he now?

   Eyes shining indigo color with brown hair at the end has indigo color with a beautiful face dazzling. When I first saw him I was stunned, I seemed to remember someone but I didn't know who it was and yes now I know when we met again I saw him, his face, his hair, his hair, their bodies are exactly the same as my Nindigaku, our Nindiga, she's my sister.

   Long enough until I recognized him, maybe this is the answer to why our memories disappeared while incarnating, this is the answer. Ara my best friend she is Nindiga.

  The last time I saw him, he gave me a jewel shard of his power, he gave me Vista, too, his goal? I don't know why. Now in my fist there are two jewels do not ask why there are two in my hand, this is Nindiga I will always take care of him and again.This gem must return to where it should be.

   I smiled as I let go of my fist, I let the words out of me get swept through the light of mine.

  Ateya my name I am the goddess of comfort and light and Nindiga she is my best friend, my sister, the light and comfort of every person that is Nindiga.

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Luifs.

Luanfa, the light of Nila is on him, the Elementer, the war, he is the God of my kingdom.

    At that time I was very small my kingdom was controlled by the people of Qaranliq I knew that but I was silent as if I never knew the reality but in fact did not.

   White I mean my little sister Nilara disappeared not but she left I found out about it, I know where she is but the shame I felt when she was not by my side, the loneliness felt like it was coming back to me.

   I waited for his presence, their auras were the same, their faces the same in the past life and now he is my brother.

   The reincarnation I did not believe it much but I felt familiar, now I remember I believe the reincarnation because I am Luanfa I am the reincarnation of him no but we are the same person.

  Because my umpteenth attempt was to reach our second goal, the main goal after my sister Nindiga disappeared. He's alive I'm sure of it and I'm sure Ara is my sister Nindiga the man we've been looking for all along.

   Nindiga she was born from the colors and emblems of the 14 gods of the goddess, Nindiga my little sister she was the last of the light and threads of destiny, a balance that I made perfect with her presence. We are said to be brother and sister because at birth we were very similar we used gemstones of different shapes and colors to seal our strength.

  That split Nindiga power gemstone that I know, there are 3 there are 3 shards that I got from my search for him. This fragment must go back to its master, I found my brother and I will definitely protect him and will not let him lose himself a second time.

   I'm Luanfa the elementary, war and balance at the same time. Nindiga is my little brother he is the perfection of balance, the threads of destiny are his strength with the balance that is him.

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Zucca

  Leafza, with the green on her, she is the wind-like scatter, she is the god of the elves I am in.

   I have read the story over and over again to make me bored and want to laugh at once, the story is indeed detailed as if it were real, I feel like I have experienced it.

   And yes now I know why I think so, yes because I am him I am Leafza, I am Zucca the prince of elves is the reincarnation of Leafza I and he is one.

   Nindiga's story has always interested me and has ambition, ambition to look for it, I don't know why but now I know the answer, it's our goal, to look for it, she's my little sister.

   In his last incarnation he disappeared and after that we continued to look for him, all we found was the drop.

   Long brown hair with a hint of indigo at the end, glowing eyes with indigo slices, a dazzling face of similar body shapes, the first time I met him I felt something, something, I felt a deep and subdued sense of longing.

   I know now why I feel it, my memory returns after recently I have always dreamed of my memories with others and of course our little sister. Ara she is not her drip, Ara is Nindiga herself.

   Finally we found her she was alive, she was real and she was there for us I'm sure it was, it was all going to end, what was this that she wrote on her destiny? If so I want to say he made me and the others happy and I hope this will end.

I stared at the shards of jewels in my hand, they became shards the last day we saw them before they disappeared. And this jewel must come back to him.

   I am Leafza the Wind of patience. My little sister Nindiga she is patience, she is the cool breeze that keeps things calm, that is Nindiga.

   The wind whip of the weapon I gave him, I gave him permission to use the weapon as he pleased, the wind was him and the wind would obey him.

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