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Chapter 5 - Chapter 3 When the Wind Remembers

🌍 The Four Continents of Nianzeel

Seryndor – The most populous and developed. Home to Mithralin and two smaller kingdoms: Vel Dareth and Hollenmarch. Known for its deep archives, elegant architecture, and arcane-ethical divide.

Yunakai – The eastern continent covered in endless bioluminescent forests and floating isles. Home to the mystics, the root-bound cities, and echoes of time.

Thar'Zuun – The frigid southern continent — uncolonized and rarely spoken of. Covered in jagged ice and whispering caves. It is said that one of the Shards was lost here, still sleeping.

Grav'taal – The Forbidden North. A land not ruled by mortals. Titanic beasts, remnants of the First Age, roam freely. Mortals are not welcome. No maps remain. No expeditions return.

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The gears of Mithralin's towers creaked into motion as the fourth sunbell rang. Crowds surged through the Veil Market on Tier Two — voices, aromas, laughter, smoke, and dust all blending into one restless breath of the city.

Kael moved through it like water through stone. Shoulders tucked. Steps measured. Eyes quiet. He wasn't looking for anything. He never was. Until the sky cracked.

A scream pierced the clouds — high, ancient, impossible.Every head turned. Above, a six-winged hawk sliced through the sky, its feathers silver-black and eyes glowing with starlight. A creature not meant for one world — a Planetary Hawk, bred to cross atmospheres, its cry rumored to shatter space itself.

It descended like a divine omen, wind spiraling into the street as dust and silk stalls blew sideways. Kael stood frozen. Not in fear — but recognition. His heart didn't race. It... slowed.

From the hawk's back stepped a girl. She wore midnight-colored robes, half wrapped in stardust silk. Her presence bent the world slightly — not loud, not dramatic — but like gravity shifted around her.

The crowd murmured. Whispers of royalty, Decon's blood, the girl from the galactic bloodline who owned three galaxies.

She moved past them all — calm, aware, untouchable. And then… She turned. And looked at Kael. Just one glance. But it was like her gaze passed through his name, his past, his bones. As if she was not seeing him — She was remembering him.

Kael blinked. His breath hitched. And then — the world changed.

The Eyes of Destiny

A flash. Pain, white-hot and silent, seared through Kael's temples. His knees buckled — not from fear, but from sudden clarity. He gasped as his vision burned — then reformed. Everything around him shimmered. Not physically — but with aura. A glow behind the skin of things.

A street vendor flickered green, laughter in his bones.

A man in dark robes pulsed red, his smile false, his fingers twitching with bloodlust.

A child begging for coins radiated yellow, grief heavy in the curve of his shoulders.

Kael stumbled back, eyes wide. "What is this?" he whispered. And then the auras vanished. Just… gone. Like waking from a dream mid-sentence. He looked up again.The girl — El — was gone. But something deep in him whispered:

"She saw it too."

That night, Kael did not sleep. He fell. Into black, endless water. A silence too loud.A place outside time, outside space. Then — eyes. Not human. Not monstrous.Just… ancient. Watching. Kind.

"You are waking," the voice said."But you must remember slowly.Or the truth will burn."

A figure emerged. Clad in white light and midnight shadow, a being of stillness and knowing. No face. Just presence. Kael didn't speak. He didn't need to.The figure reached toward him — Not with a hand, but with memory. And in that moment, Kael saw himself — As a watcher among stars. As silence inside thunder. As the calm before creation.

Then — he woke.

Breathless.Sweating.Changed.

Kael didn't know the hawk's name. He didn't know the girl was El, daughter of a Decon bloodline, trained among stars. He didn't know his eyes had just begun to see destiny itself. But he knew this:

"Everything around me is pretending to be ordinary.And I'm not pretending anymore."

And somewhere deep in the vaults of Mithralin,Raygon Drako stirred.

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