That was the word Aira heard her entire life.
In a world where magic defined status, she had none. At least, that's what everyone believed.
At the Kazehana estate, servants whispered. Her half-sister Lilliane mocked her openly.
"You're an embarrassment to our bloodline," Lilliane smirked, fire dancing on her fingertips.
Aira lowered her eyes. She had learned long ago that silence was safer.
But that night…
The sky cracked open.
A blazing crimson star tore through the heavens and fell beyond the royal capital.
Everyone panicked.
Except Aira.
Because as the star fell—
Something inside her responded.
Warm.
Alive.
Awake.