ELARIS THORNE

When the light on Elaris Thorne’s wrist faded, the seal slowly vanished into the stone wall. But the echo it left still rang in her ears. After that night, everything started to change. The air in the village grew heavier, the sky more silent.

Life in Velmira Valley was slowly drifting away from what it used to be. Elaris felt she was not alone. And truly, she wasn’t.

Two people had been watching her from afar.

One was a quiet boy who loved watching the stars: Kael Dorne. He rarely spoke, but he knew everything about the constellations. The other was a sharp-witted girl who examined everything with dazzling curiosity: Iria Wynn. Her obsession with forbidden books often got her in trouble, but her hunger for knowledge always won.

Elaris didn’t know them well, but somehow, the three of them were being drawn to one another. Destiny was slowly weaving their paths together.

One night, all three of them had the same dream.

The tower, the seal, and… a voice:

“One of you is the key. The others will unlock the door.”

The next morning, without searching for each other, Elaris, Iria, and Kael met at the same place: the old stone well.

Kael spoke first: “It wasn’t just a dream.”

Iria nodded. “Something chose us. Something… is calling.”

Elaris took a deep breath. “And once the call begins, there’s no going back.”

That night, a strange figure arrived in Velmira Valley. She wore an ancient cloak, carried a twisted staff, and her face was veiled in shadows. She was a teacher known only in whispers: Maestra Claven.

And she carried with her: three separate seal stones.

She spoke softly in the village square:

“A new term begins. The chosen… must prepare.”

Elaris, Iria, and Kael’s eyes lit up at once. Destiny was no longer a solitary burden—it had become a shared journey.

And this journey wasn’t just toward a school of magic… but the awakening of a forgotten war.