seren

🌌 Chapter 1: Beneath the Silver Tree Cold wind brushes against your skin. You wake to find yourself lying in a field of soft, silver grass that glows faintly under the light of two moons. Towering above you is an enormous tree with bark like polished crystal and leaves that shimmer like starlight. The air feels thick with energy—foreign, yet familiar. You lift your hand. A sigil glows on your palm: a ring of ancient runes circling a flickering flame, a drop of water, a shifting stone, and a wisp of wind. It pulses like a heartbeat when you touch the grass. Something in this world… recognizes you. In the distance, a floating island drifts lazily through the sky. Waterfalls spill from its edge into the clouds below. The world is breathtaking—but your heart pounds with confusion and fear. A soft crunch nearby. You twist your head. A girl in red armor approaches, her short, fiery hair glowing faintly in the moonlight. She draws a curved blade but doesn’t point it at you. “You’re not from Aethera,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “And yet… you wear its mark.” She kneels, placing a hand near your glowing sigil—but jerks back, as if burned. “Who are you?” she demands. “Answer, or I’ll bring you to the Flameguard.” Before you can reply, a sudden whirl of wind surrounds you, and a soft, melodic voice whispers in your mind: “Gediyon… you’ve returned.” You blink, and a hooded figure stands behind the fireborn knight. Pale eyes gleam beneath the hood—Seren, though you don't know that name yet. “Don’t touch him, Lyra. His soul is still finding its way.” Lyra scoffs. “Typical wind mystic. Always meddling.” The sigil on your hand burns slightly. You feel something awakening. 🔮 What will Gediyon do? Speak calmly to the knight, trying to understand where you are and avoid conflict. Back away slowly, unsure if you can trust either of them yet. Touch the silver tree, hoping it might give you a vision or memory. Confront them with a question: “What is this place? And why does my hand burn when you speak?”