The night wind whispered through the ruins of Eldoria, carrying dust and the scent of death. Thousands of years had passed since its fall, yet the shadow of destruction still felt strong. They say the Demon King Malazar is imprisoned in the depths of hell, but whispers among the old wizards tell a different story. The darkness is returning. And this time, the world is not ready.
I, Elara, am not a princess, not a sorceress, not even an adventurer. I am just an ordinary girl from Sunstone Village, my life filled with simple routines: helping my father in the fields, weaving cloth, and gazing at the starry night sky. My life was peaceful, nearly boring. Until that night arrived.
Sunstone Village is located in a secluded valley, surrounded by towering mountains. We live simply, far from the hustle and bustle of the kingdom and political intrigue. My father, a stubborn farmer, always taught me the importance of hard work and patience. My mother, who passed away when I was young, lives on in beautiful memories that always warm my heart. I have a few friends, the village children who always played with me in the meadows. A simple life, yet full of happiness.
I have always been fascinated by the stars. I often spent my nights on the hilltop, gazing at the vast, star-studded sky. I imagined the world beyond our village, a world filled with mystery and wonder. I dreamed of adventures, of magical powers, of things that were beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Those dreams always felt so distant, so unreal. I knew my place in this village, and I was content with my simple life. I never imagined that one day, my life would change forever.
A few days before the incident, I began to feel strange things. I often saw shadows moving on their own in the corner of my eye, heard unintelligible whispers at night. I felt restless, afraid, but I didn't know what was causing it. My father only said it was probably fatigue.
My friends felt the same way. Lyra, my closest friend, said she often had nightmares about the darkness approaching. Kaelan, Ardan, and Rhys, three young men from the neighboring village, also felt the same way. They all had something different, something strange and inexplicable.
On the night of the incident, we gathered on the hilltop, as usual, gazing at the night sky. Suddenly, the sky turned a deep purple, and a large gap opened in the heavens. A dazzling purple light emanated from the gap, striking us with incredible force.
It felt like my whole body was torn apart and then put back together. I felt a burning heat, followed by a wave of energy flowing throughout my body. When the light subsided, I felt… different. There was something new inside me, something powerful and luminous. I looked at my hand, and I saw a soft golden light emanating from my palm. I could feel it, the magical power flowing within me.
I saw my friends experiencing the same thing. They all had different magical powers. Lyra had the power of healing, Kaelan controlled shadows, Ardan mastered fire, and Rhys had the power of ice. The five of us, chosen by a mysterious magical force, to fight the resurrected Demon King. My simple life was over. The true adventure had just begun. And the terror in Eldoria awaited.