Lena's mind spun. "Chosen One? What do you mean?"
Aria's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of concern. "You have crossed into our world, Lena. Elandra is in grave danger, and you have been brought here to help save it."
Lena shook her head, trying to make sense of the situation. "I'm not some hero. I'm just a girl from Earth. There has to be some mistake."
Aria stepped closer, her silver cloak shimmering. "The prophecy foretold of a time when Elandra would be on the brink of destruction. A dark force, the Shadewraith, would rise, and only the Chosen One from another world could defeat it. You are that Chosen One."
Lena's heart pounded. "I can't be. I don't know anything about... any of this."
"You will learn," Aria said, her voice soft but firm. "And you are not alone. The key to saving Elandra lies in the three Lost Stones, each hidden in dangerous corners of our world. You must find them before the Shadewraith does, or all will be lost."
Lena stared at Aria, trying to process the flood of information. "How do I even begin?"
Aria extended her hand. "I will guide you. But know this, Lena: Elandra's magic is not like the world you know. It will test you in ways you cannot imagine. You must trust in yourself."
Lena hesitated, then took Aria's hand. She had no idea what was ahead, but she knew one thing: she couldn't go back. Not yet. Not until she understood why she had been chosen.