In present day, deep in the ruins of an ancient forest, 14-year-ago Lyra Elarion kenlt before a dying campfire . the wind howled around her,cold and restless, but her violet eyes were fixed on the embers something stirred whithin them - something alive.
The flame danced again, once... then whispered.
"you hear it,"the old voice murmured behind her.
it was master thalen, clocked in midnight robes, his silver eyes glinting. "The fire speaks only to those born of the echo."
lyra looked up, heart pounding."Echo?"
Thalen nodded slowly.
" A remnant of the first flame... you are not just a child of this world, lyra. you are a seer of the source- one who can awaken magic where it sleeps."
she wanted to laugh-what nonsense. she was just a forest orphen, a girl with no past, no name beyond what the villagers had given her. but deep in her bones, something stirred. something old.something hers.
The fire crackled again, forming shapes- symbols. ancient runes spiraling in the ashes.
And then, with a gust of air, it flared- not red, not yellow, but blue , blazing like a newborn star.
"it has begun," Thalen wispered. "The creation.... is awakening once more."