After successfully recovering the Brilyantes of Terra, Flamarra, Deia, and Adamus, the four guardians gathered before Emre’s radiant presence. The divine light of the creator surrounded them, warm yet powerful — a reminder of their duty to protect Encantadia.
Emre: “Before you return to save your land, there is one more who can aid you in your battle. A Bathaluman hidden in the mortal realm.”
The group looked at each other, confused but curious. Pirena stepped forward, her fiery aura glowing faintly.
Pirena: “A Bathaluman in the human world? Who is this being you speak of, Emre?”
Emre: “She is the keeper of the Brilyante ng Panahon — the Jewel of Time.”
The four guardians gasped softly.
Terra: “There’s a Brilyante of Time? I’ve never heard of such a jewel.”
Deia: “My ada once told me stories about it… I thought they were only legends.”
Flamarra: “Whoever this Bathaluman is, we must find her. If she holds such power, she could turn the tide of the coming war.”
Emre: “Then it is decided. Ec’naad, the spirit of the realms, shall guide you to her.”
A blinding light filled the chamber as Emre vanished, leaving only the sound of divine echoes. The guardians exchanged determined glances before stepping into the shimmering portal that opened before them.
The group emerged into the bustling noise of the human world — cars roaring, students chatting, and phones ringing. To blend in, their magical attires transformed into modern human clothes. Even Pirena, though slightly annoyed, allowed the change.
Pirena: grumbling “These mortal garments are uncomfortable…”
Flamarra: smiling gently “Ada, we must adapt. We cannot draw attention.”
Ec’naad: “The Bathaluman’s presence is near… I can sense her energy. Follow me.”
They walked through the crowded streets until they reached a large building surrounded by gates and young humans in uniforms — a high school.
Terra: confused “This… is where she lives? But this is a school for mortals.”
Pirena: “Pashnea! A Bathaluman among children? How can that be?”
Flamarra placed a hand on her mother’s shoulder, trying to calm her fiery temper.
Flamarra: “Ada, perhaps Emre has a reason. We should be patient.”
Adamus: “Flamarra is right. Let us wait and watch. The truth will reveal itself soon enough.”
They stood by the school wall, hidden from mortal eyes by Ec’naad’s magic. The bell rang, and students rushed out laughing and shouting. Then, amid the crowd, one figure caught Ec’naad’s attention.
A girl suddenly leapt over the school wall, landing gracefully on her feet — as if time itself had slowed for her. Her eyes shimmered faintly, reflecting a strange glow.
Ec’naad’s form flickered as he sensed it — the unmistakable pulse of a Brilyante.
Ec’naad: whispering with awe “Her… that’s her. The Keeper of Time.”
The guardians turned toward the girl, who brushed off her uniform and looked around suspiciously, unaware that four beings from another realm had just found her — the one destined to alter the balance of time and fate itself.