Prologue: The Age of Sovereigns
Long before kingdoms rose from the earth and crowned their kings, the world belonged to the elements.
Fire shaped mountains.
Water carved oceans.
Air carried life across the skies.
Earth held the realm together.
And Shadow watched over them all.
In those forgotten days, five Sovereigns stood between the world and destruction. Blessed with powers beyond mortal understanding, they protected the realm from a darkness that sought to consume all creation.
The war that followed lasted generations.
Mountains crumbled.
Seas turned red.
Entire kingdoms vanished from history.
Yet in the end, the Sovereigns prevailed.
The darkness was defeated.
The world was saved.
Or so history claimed.
As centuries passed, the Sovereigns faded into legend.
Their names were lost.
Their powers vanished.
And their story became nothing more than a tale told to children beside winter fires.
The world moved on.
Kings fought for thrones.
Empires rose and fell.
People forgot.
But some secrets refuse to remain buried.
Some powers refuse to stay dormant.
And some destinies wait patiently for the right soul to awaken them.
Far beyond the knowledge of kings and scholars, an ancient force stirred once more.
Waiting.
Watching.
Remembering.
And somewhere in a quiet village, beneath an ordinary sky, a girl named Elara Fawse lived her life unaware that the fate of the world had already chosen her.
The Age of Sovereigns was ending.
A new one was about to begin.
