Prologue
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Earth Spirit
The moon hung like a silver sentinel in the endless night, casting its pale light across the wounded Earth.
The winds howled through the broken valleys, whispering forgotten songs of a world that had barely survived itself.
High above all, rising into the heavens, stood Mount Syris — the tallest and most sacred mountain on Earth, its peak veiled by clouds and mystery.
Far below its summit, at the foot of the colossal giant, a small group of humans huddled among the sparse trees and jagged rocks, seeking shelter.
They believed they had found a safe haven against the biting cold and prowling beasts of the night.
They did not know that higher, far beyond their reach, something ancient was stirring.
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At the lonely summit of Mount Syris, where no man dared tread, a single tree stood — gnarled and ageless, its roots gripping the stone like the hands of time itself.
And within its hollow heart, a faint green light began to awaken.
It pulsed slowly at first, as if testing the world around it.
Then, gathering the breath of the winds, the whispers of the stars, and the forgotten strength of the earth, the light grew — a shimmering sphere of life and memory.
The air thickened.
The mountain seemed to hold its breath.
From the heart of the tree, a form began to take shape.
A young girl stepped forth, her bare feet brushing the ancient stone.
Her hair flowed green like spring leaves in a breeze, reaching just below her small shoulders.
Her forehead shimmered faintly under the moonlight, and her skin was radiant, soft as morning dew.
Her eyes — deep and vast as oceans — held the sadness of ages and the hope of countless generations.
Her nose was sharp and proud, sculpted like the mountain’s own peak, and her lips were a vibrant red, like the first fruits of a healed earth.
She seemed no older than ten — a fragile child, and yet a force as old as the world itself.
The girl drew a long, slow breath.
The winds answered her, swirling gently around her form.
She stood silently for a moment, taking it all in — the endless forests stretching to the horizon, the scattered villages nestled between trees where humans had once again carved out life, and, far beyond where even her sharpened sight strained, a city glimmered against the night — bright, alive, and full of promise.
At last, she opened her mouth, her voice soft but unshakable, carried away by the winds:
"So the time has come…. To break the seal , the History begins now"
The night held its breath.
And the world turned, as destiny awakened once more.