The Kingdom of Ash and Starlight

Long before the first crown was forged, before kingdoms were carved into maps with blood and gold, there was only the sky and the sea. And between them, magic.

In the hidden kingdom of Elyndor, magic did not simply exist it breathed. It lived in rivers that whispered secrets. It slept in ancient trees whose roots touched the bones of the world. It shimmered in the night sky, falling like silver dust upon chosen souls.

And on the night Princess Seraphina Vale was born, the stars fell harder than they ever had before.

The royal midwives trembled as they watched the newborn child open her eyes-eyes not soft and gray like her mother's, but bright silver, glowing faintly like moonlight on steel.

"The prophecy awakens," the High Seer whispered.

But prophecies are rarely blessings.