Prologue: The Legend of the Saint

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A long time ago, in an era when stars guided sailors across the seas and winds whispered the secrets of the gods, a prophecy spread throughout the lands of Emberlyn, Alynthy, and beyond.

On the darkest nights, when the moon hid and shadows consumed the sky, the people of Emberlyn and Alynthy would light candles and pray to Lunaris, the god of the stars. They knew that when the celestial lights faded, danger lurked. Legends spoke of a saint, chosen by Lunaris himself, who would have the power to change the course of destiny. Her arrival would bring both light and darkness, salvation and ruin.

Elara had heard these tales since she was a child, just like every other child in Emberlyn and the neighboring kingdoms. Ancient books spoke of a young woman with hair as white as snow, whose eyes mirrored the gods' azure sky. They said she would have the power to revive what was dead and to see what others could not. Her arrival would mark the beginning of great changes, but also of great sacrifices.

The House of Lunaris, the most fervent believers of the god, had searched for the saint for generations. They had waited, watching the stars, interpreting the signs, but the saint had never arrived.

Until now.

What no one knew was that the legend was not merely a story told to frighten children or comfort the desperate. The saint was real. And the blood of that ancient figure flowed through the veins of a young woman trapped in the shadows of a cold, cruel castle, unbeknownst to her.

Destiny was in motion. Light and darkness were about to collide. And the saint of legend, the one everyone awaited, had been born to change everything.

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