8 parts Ongoing Maturedear reader, I welcome you to the world of astryvell.
may you enjoy your astryvellian journey inside this book.
When moonlight weaves with silver thread,
The crown shall rest upon her head.
Born of the air, the storm, the flame,
One shall rise to bear the name.
The eldest child, with eyes of sea,
Shall guard the realms of destiny.
Her voice the wind, her heart the skies,
Through her, the world shall fall-or rise.
Yet fire burns where envy lies,
A heart that yearns, a crown denied.
The youngest child, with ember's flame,
Shall test the heavens, stake her claim.
Her path of ash, her will of fire,
Could raise the world-or feed desire.
Should flame consume the bond of kin,
The war of crowns shall then begin.