Elemental Requiem

Amara gazed at the Windstone, its surface glowing with a soft blue light, as if it had a pulse of its own. The winds around her began to stir, whispering secrets she couldn't yet understand. She had always been in tune with the air, feeling the currents and breezes, but this stone was something more-something ancient, something powerful.

As her fingers brushed against the smooth surface, a sudden vision swept over her. Her surroundings faded into a storm, a violent tempest where fire raged, water surged, and the earth cracked under the intensity. Her heart raced as the wind howled around her, and the voice echoed through her mind, low and commanding, "The wind whispers, the earth trembles, the sea rises, and the flame burns. Find the others, and you may yet save the world."

The vision dissolved as quickly as it had come, and Amara found herself standing alone in the forest again, her breath ragged, her heart pounding. She knew her journey had begun, but this path was no longer hers alone. She had to find the others. They were out there, somewhere. And together, they could either save the world or bring about its destruction.

With a determined breath, Amara took the first step forward, the wind at her back urging her onward.