In the arcane city of Iserlot, crystal lamps shimmer along the streets, magical runes float in the air, and even the cries of vendors carry a trace of enchantment.
Nine-year-old Luna walked lightly across the cobblestones with a cloth bag in hand. Her aqua-blue hair tipped with pink glimmered in the sunlight, and her bright eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Wow! That bread just floated on its own!"
Luna's eyes widened as she watched a loaf drift lazily upward before the vendor snatched it back down.
"Careful, young lady. These loaves haven't been sealed with runes yet!" the shopkeeper laughed.
Luna puffed her cheeks, but her smile betrayed her delight.
Suddenly—CRASH!
A jewel-scaled baby dragon burst from its cage, wings whipping up chaos as stalls toppled and screams filled the air.
Luna froze, her heart pounding, until the dragon's golden eyes met hers—defiant, yet pleading for help.
"…Seriously? I just came here to shop!"
She raised her small hand, magic sparking at her fingertips.
And so began the very first adventure of the Little Mage.