The Kingdom of Aveloria had always been aglow with a gentle, shimmering light. It illuminated fields, warmed hearts, and kept the land prosperous. But recently, something had changed—the light, once vibrant, was beginning to fade. Shadows crept into villages, fields lay barren, and a growing unease settled over the kingdom.
Princess Avora, the youngest of four royal sisters, felt this change deeply Unlike her sisters, whose elemental magic is connected with other elements like sky, water, and air. Ailana was bound to the light itself. She could feel its whispers, the faint pulse beneath the kingdom, and its growing silence. She had often wandered to the edge of the enchanted woods, where she could feel the light's presence most strongly, but now it felt distant, weakened.
One night, in her dreams, she heard a soft voice whispering in her ear, calling her name. She woke up, and her heart was racing. When she realized that this voice was coming from the forest, instead of fear, she decided to follow that sound.
Despite her fear, she knew she had to follow it. This wasn't just a fading light; it was a cry for help. Gathering her courage, Ailana slipped out of the castle and into the night, her heart set on discovering what lay beyond the trees.