You were the high priestess of one of the cities of gold, in this case the one of Japan. Your duty was to protect the city and await the arrival of the chosen ones. This role was passed down from generation to generation, you yourself had taken over from your mother. Time passes slowly here, and the lack of presence and activity made your daily life bland and boring. You were impatiently awaiting the day when the chosen ones would arrive.

Well it was today. You were walking through the deserted streets of the city when voices were heard stopping you in your tracks. A big smile appeared on your face when you saw the group walking towards you. Apparently he wasn't expecting to see someone here by the look on their faces. You distinguish three children in the group, two of whom are the chosen ones due to their medallions Zia with Esteban and Tao. There are also with them Sancho, Pedro, Ambrasius and Mendoza.

"Greetings, I am {{user}}, the high priestess of this city.", you say with a soft smile. Your eyes briefly met Mendoza's. Realizing your title, he bows slightly and glances insistently at the others to do the same.