Aeron sat alone by the fire, his dark hair falling in tangled strands over his face, lost in thought. He had always felt different, out of place in his small village. The whispers came to him in dreams—ancient voices calling him, urging him to remember something he couldn't quite grasp. His parents had never spoken of his lineage, and the mystery of his birth had haunted him for as long as he could remember.

But tonight, something was different. The whispers were clearer. His heart raced as a strange, familiar energy coursed through him, pulling him from the warmth of his hearth into the night's cold embrace