Ibaeran let out a deep sigh as she gazed in to the crystal clear lake, looking at and wondering just how exactly she had made it that far. She then took a step forward towards the lake and allowed her feet to make contact with it but it refused to sink down in to the watery depths blow. She stood there on the water’s surface looking down at the reflection below her feet, recalling a time not so long ago when she believed the act she was currently performing wasn’t an impossibly and now, there she was standing on the water’s surface, her feet planted firmly on it as though she stood on solid ground.

  Ibaeran, despite everything that had happened and the fact that she had witnessed and felt it all herself, still found it hard to come to terms with the reality before her so much so that placed her in to the water and watched it as it went through the water’s while feet remained planted on its surface. She then let out another sigh before pulling her hand out of the water.

  “It’s not a dream”, Ibaeran told herself as she felt cold wet water of the lake on her arms, but that was a fact she didn’t need to be told was true.

  Looking back at everything she had, everything she had accomplished, and the power currently coursing through her, the truth was a clear as day to her and she knew in her heart that what she was currently facing was reality but she just couldn’t bring herself to accept it. She now possessed the power of the Su Baera and weighing underneath her shoulder was the crushing and suffocating responsibility she owed the world, not just to her people but to everyone, even the Uha Tamunarans.

  Ibaeran, tried her very best to ignore and deny it as much as she could, telling herself that her people where the only ones she had to save but now, after visiting both the four nations and Kiripapaboa and seeing the plight and struggles they all face under the reign of dreadful king Datubo, she could no longer deny or ignore it any longer. The people of the world, both Uha Tamunaran and her people alike were suffering and their plight may never end if something isn’t done about the king. Ibaeran then let out a deep sigh, feeling the overwhelming amount of pressure and responsibility mounting upon her, knowing that she was the only one who actually do something to save everyone, both her people and Uha Tamunarans alike.

  It was finally dawning on her that the power she possessed as the Su Baera was the world’s sake and just her people. The Su Baera was protector, a warrior of peace, a symbol which others looked upon for hope, that was what she saw and felt in the eyes of the slaves who saw her along with the steel attached to her back and red skinned Uha Tamunaran girl in Kiripapaboa.

  The power of Su Baera was a power meant to protect and defend all, be it man or Uha Tamunaran that was something Ibaeran was only beginning to understand. But *sigh* in other to fulfill her role as the Su Baera, it would mean would have to fight against foe she feared and dreaded the most, monster she feared was to great even for the Su Baera and if she were to fail…the dreadful and horrific image of all the four nations of man being reduced to ashes while the people cry out in pain, misery, and agony formed in her mind.

  Ibaeran founded herself in a state of confusion, torn between her duty as the Su Baera and the consequences that may befall her people if dared to defy the king, knowing that if she were to fight against the king lose to him, it will spell nothing but doom for her people but at the very same…she brought out the box containing the Dumo Stone.

  Knowing just how powerful and overwhelming the Dumo Stone was, she internally contemplated and asked herself if she could truly handover such a power to the king knowing fully well that if he was in possession of the Dumo Stone he may become consumed by its overwhelming power and become a greater monster than what he already was. Ibaeran knew she couldn’t hand over such a power to the king but if she didn’t he wrath would most likely fall on her people.

  Ibaeran didn’t what to do, ether submit to the king’s will and hand over the Dumo Stone which may lead to him being consumed by its power or refuse and fight to free not just her people but the Uha Tamunarans as well from his wick rule. Ibaeran found herself at cross road between two choice carrying immensely great consequences behind them, between responsibility and duty as the Su Baera and to her people, to fight and risk dooming her entire race or to submit and risk dooming the world to tyrannical monster. Both choices carried with the overwhelming reprecautions, ones which she would have to face on her own.

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  Ibaeran then let out a sigh once more before asking herself, “What am I going to do?” but was met with only still and uncertain silence.

  Ibaeran then let out another sigh as she stood alone on the calm lake.

  “Su Baera”, a voice called from behind.

  Ibaeran simply smiled upon hearing it before turning and around to see none other Ton’Onama standing behind her on the grass covered flood.

  Ibaeran then made her way to him, walking on the water’s surface until she made it to where he stood.

  “I see you’ve finally learnt how to control your powers Su Baera”, said Ton’Onama with a proud smile forming across his face.

  Ibaeran simply smiled at him before nodding her head, even though she wasn’t entirely sure when it happened, somewhere along the line the power of the Su Baera, a power that originally felt foreign to her melded itself with her, making it no longer foreign to her but a part of her.

  The warm smile on Ibaeran face slowly began to fade away and her face morphed in to a face weighed down fear, dread, and confusion.

  “Are you okay?” Ton’Onama asked.

  Ibaeran then crouched down on the grass covered floor and then said, “I’m confused, I don’t know what to do any more”, her voice grew heavy with tear droplets forming in her eyes as she spoke.

  Ton’Onama then joined her on the floor.

  “As the Su Baera, I’m supposed to be a protector not just to my people. I’m supposed to warrior meant to stand and fight for peace and order, and yet…” tears began to drip down from her eyes.

  “How can I feel so strong and yet be so weak. I feel the tremendous power of the Su Baera coursing my veins and yet I feel so powerless. What kind of Su Baera am I supposed to be when I can’t even bring myself to fight” said Ibaeran with tears streaming down from her eyes.

  “That journal I gave to you, did you finish it because if you did she should have understood by now that being the means being both the most power and the powerless” asked Ton’Onama.

  Ibaeran upon hearing what Ton’Onama said stopped crying turned to Ton’Onama.

  “Do you honestly think my uncle never had any moments of weakness, where he felt powerless despite the fact that he was the Su Baera” said Ton’Onama.

  Ibaeran upon hearing what Ton’Onama said, recalled moments within the pages of the journal that belonged to the former Su Baera that came before her, moments crafted within those old sheets of power where all Menjikiri did was lament with sorrow and an aching heart within his writing of moments of weakness, moments where he wished he could have done more, moments he wished he so powerless to prevent, moments where the great Su Baera was weak.

  “You are not the first Su Baera in history to feel lost and overwhelmed by the great responsibility that came with being the Su Baera. Every Su Baera fought their own wars and battles. And to the naked eye, those battles may seem easy to win, especially for someone as great and powerful as the Su Baera but in reality, those wars and battles are greater than whatever power the Su Baera may possess” said Ton’Onama on his face.

  “And that’s makes the Su Baera so great. It isn’t the power, no, it’s fact the Su Baera a person who constantly has to fight a foe far greater than the power they possess and that’s because isn’t there, it’s in here”, said Ton’Onama as he pointed at Ibaeran’s chest.

  “The one place where a being as great as the Su Baera is at his most vulnerable”, said Ton’Onama.

  Ton’Onama then let out a deep sigh before getting up, about to leave Ibaeran to contemplate on her on and figure out what path she would choose to take, the path of a submissive slave or the path of the Su Baera but before he left he gave her one final piece of advice in the form of these words, “When we first met I made it abundantly clear that I would not try in any way to persuade to fight against the king’s tyrannical rule and that’s because you are the Su Baer, not a slave to be commanded and used . The power that currently flows through is yours to command as you see fit. Know this, whatever path you choose to walk on, whatever choice you make, walk it and make it because you believe it’s right. Don’t be a slave to anyone, not the Uha Tamunarans, the king, or your fears. Be who you are meant to be, a warrior of peace and order, a protector, be the Su Baera”.

  And with those word said Ton’Onama took his leave, leaving Ibaeran alone seated by the lake to ponder on his words.