The stars had not whispered in centuries. In the heart of the forgotten world, where the winds carried secrets of ancient power and the land itself trembled with the weight of forgotten magic, there came a time when the world was ripe for change. A time when four children would be chosen, not by chance, but by the hand of destiny itself. In the stillness of night, beneath the vault of the heavens, they would first hear it — the call. Kael of Emberreach, his hair black as coal.
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