In a world forged by swords and sculpted by magic, where monstrous beasts roamed free and ancient races carved kingdoms from stone and flame, the Kingdom of Luna thrived quietly on the edge of legend.
Elves danced beneath silver leaves in enchanted forests. Dwarves mined deep into the heart of mountains, forging weapons that could pierce the heavens. Demons brooded in obsidian fortresses, and beastfolk tribes hunted under twin suns with claws as sharp as their instincts. The world was vast, beautiful—and perilous.
Among all this splendor and chaos, nestled in the humble outskirts of Luna's outer village, lived a simple couple: Lucy, a soft-spoken herbalist, and Braten Thorns, a former high ranking Knight turned farmer. Their lives were quiet, marked by small joys and the rhythm of the seasons. They had little, but they had each other—and soon, they would have something more.
It was the 121st year of the Aurigae Age, on the 21st day of Sunspire month , when the sky defied all understanding.
That night, the stars themselves stirred.
One by one, they began to move—swiftly, unnaturally—as if guided by some unseen hand. The moons, too, broke from their orbits and spun across the heavens in perfect harmony. A radiant pillar of light burst from the sky and descended like a spear, striking the earth in a distant land with a boom that echoed across mountains and seas.
And in that exact moment, within the walls of a small wooden cottage, a cry pierced the air.
Lucy had given birth.
The child, a boy wrapped in cloth and cradled in his mother's trembling arms, opened his eyes—and the world shuddered.
Across continents, those attuned to the weave of magic felt it like a shockwave in their soul.
All the Monsters felt fear started trembling.
The High Priestess of the Elven Dominion collapsed in her temple, whispering, "A star has fallen…"
In the deepest mines, the Dwarven King dropped his hammer, eyes wide with ancient fear.
Even the mighty dragons, slumbering beneath the earth and in hidden valleys, stirred from their centuries-long sleep and turned their eyes toward Luna.
This child, this infant born beneath the converging heavens, was not ordinary.
He was a sign.
A harbinger.
A possibility.
And though none could yet say whether he would rise as the world's savior or fall as its doom, all knew one truth:
Something powerful had entered the world.