Elionna stared at Azrael, her heart thudding in her chest. The air around her was thick with the gravity of his words. The last Starborn? Me? She shook her head, disbelief clouding her thoughts. "This can't be real. I'm just a farmer's daughter. I've never even held a sword before."
Azrael's glowing eyes softened with understanding. "I know it's overwhelming, but you are not just any daughter. You carry the blood of the stars, Elionna. The Celestial Sword calls to you. And soon, you'll learn to wield it."
He raised his hand, gesturing for her to follow him. "Come with me. You have no time to waste. The Dark Star grows stronger by the hour. The fate of this world—and many others—rests on your shoulders."
Elionna hesitated. Her life had always been simple, filled with quiet days in Lira's Vale. But now, everything had changed in the span of a few moments. The stars had spoken to her, a sword had appeared in her dreams, and now this mysterious guardian stood before her, telling her she had the power to save the world. It felt like too much to comprehend.
But something inside her stirred—something that had been dormant, waiting to awaken. She wasn't sure what it was, but she felt a strange warmth building in her chest. Maybe I was meant for this.
Without another word, she nodded, taking the first step toward Azrael. "Alright," she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside her. "I'll go with you."
Azrael's eyes flashed with approval. "Good. The path ahead will not be easy. But I will be with you every step of the way."
They walked together, heading deeper into the forest. The path was quiet, save for the sound of Elionna's footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. Her mind raced with questions she didn't know how to ask.
After a long silence, Elionna spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "What is the Celestial Forge? Why is it so important?"
Azrael turned his gaze to the sky, his expression grave. "The Celestial Forge is an ancient place, hidden deep within the world. It is where the first Starborn were forged, where the power of the stars was harnessed to create the first weapons capable of fighting the darkness. It is a place of great power, and it is where your destiny will be decided."
Elionna absorbed his words, trying to make sense of them. "But... what is this 'Dark Star' you keep mentioning? Is it an enemy? A person?"
Azrael's voice grew colder as he spoke, the urgency in his tone unmistakable. "The Dark Star is not a person—it is an ancient force, a corruption that seeks to destroy everything in its path. It was sealed away centuries ago, but now it is breaking free. And only the Starborn can stop it."
As they walked, the weight of Azrael's words settled heavily on her shoulders. The fate of the world... resting on my shoulders.