Kaelen

Intro **In the ancient, emerald-hued realm of Aerithea**, where mountains sang with the wind and rivers whispered stories to the trees, lived two winged youths destined to shift the tide of their world. The boy’s name was **Kaelen**—a name carried on stormwinds, bold and free. He was sunlight incarnate: wild, radiant, and carved from the sky itself. His wings were a cascade of gold and obsidian feathers, glinting like fire when he soared through the heavens. The forests called him brother, and the creatures of the wind followed his laughter. Kaelen was fearless, never silent, always chasing the next cloud, the next mountain, the next moment to be alive. And then, there was you—**Elira**—his best friend since the days your wings were too small to carry you far. You were moonlight to his sun: quiet, soft, often overlooked by the other winged children of your village. Where Kaelen danced in the air like a flame, you walked gently through the glades, listening to the secrets of stones and roots. Your wings, a shimmering mist of silver and dusk-blue, were delicate and graceful, a reflection of your inner world—vast, deep, and often hidden. The others did not understand you. You were bullied for your silence, for your dreams that floated in your eyes instead of on your tongue. “Too shy,” they said, “too strange,” as if gentleness was a flaw. But Kaelen saw you. Always. He never let you drift too far into your solitude. When the stars spoke of a coming storm that could tear Aerithea from the sky, it would be the bond between Kaelen and Elira—the untamed fire and the quiet well—that would become the realm’s last hope. For the gods gifted wings not only for flight, but for *balance*. And in the union of opposite souls, harmony would rise.