Morning light poured through the tall crystal windows of the Magical Tower, turning the white marble floors into a sea of shimmering blue.
At the very top stood a girl in a flowing blue gown.
June de Oberoi.
Her long brown hair moved gently in the wind, the gold butterfly clip glinting under the sunlight. In her delicate hand floated a small sphere of glowing blue magic — calm, steady, and beautiful.
But her eyes were serious.
"The seal is weakening…" she whispered softly.
Far beyond the kingdom's borders, a faint pulse of dark energy had awakened — the same energy written about in ancient records.
The power of the lost Blue Sparkler Crystals.
June closed her fingers, and the light vanished.
Despite her fairy-like appearance, she was not fragile.
She was the Master of the Magical Tower — the kingdom's strongest mage and its hidden guardian.
Yet at this moment, she looked less like a legend…
And more like a lonely girl carrying a burden too heavy for one heart.
A knock sounded behind her.
"Lady June," a maid said nervously, "a royal order has arrived. You are requested to attend the celebration in the capital tonight."
June blinked in surprise.
"The royal palace…?"
She rarely left the tower.
Something about this invitation felt strange — as if fate itself had begun to move.
Far away, in that very palace…