The village of Eldrin was small and quiet, tucked between dark woods and silver rivers. People there lived simple lives—farming, weaving, praying to the skies. But there was one house that everyone whispered about.
It was an old, leaning cottage at the very edge of the forest, with ivy crawling up the walls and a broken chimney that no longer smoked.
Inside lived a girl named Luna.
She had lived there since she was six. Alone. No parents. No friends. Only the wind to speak to and the stars to listen.
Luna had hair as dark as the midnight sky and eyes the color of glowing moonlight. People often said she had witch eyes. Some believed she brought bad luck. Others just stayed away.
She never understood why she was different. She didn't ask for the rain to fall when she cried. She didn't ask the fire to come alive when she touched cold wood. It just happened.
Luna had learned to hide it.
She hid everything—her power, her sadness, her dreams.
Every morning, she walked into the forest to collect berries and herbs. The trees never hurt her. The animals never ran away. The forest, unlike the village, accepted her.
One day, as she walked deeper than usual, something strange happened. The wind suddenly stopped. The birds fell silent. Even the air felt heavy, like it was holding its breath.
She stepped into a clearing she'd never seen before.
In the center was a smooth, black stone glowing with symbols she couldn't read. Around it, the grass was brighter, almost shining, and the sky above was a strange shade of gold.
Luna felt her heart race.
She took a step closer—and the moment her fingers brushed the stone, a voice echoed inside her mind:
> "You are the one we waited for... the child of balance, born under the Five Moons..."
She jumped back, eyes wide. "W-Who's there?" she whispered. Her voice shook, but something inside her didn't feel afraid. Something inside her felt... called.
The symbols on the stone glowed brighter.
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath her feet. The wind swirled around her. Water rose in a spiral from a hidden stream nearby. Flames burst from the cracks in the stone—but they did not burn.
Luna stood in the middle of it all—frozen, scared, confused.
And then, from the air itself, came five glowing figures, made of pure elemental energy. They hovered above her like ancient guardians.
> "Do not fear, child," one of them said, a voice like crashing waves. "You are Luna—the Summoner."
> "The power of the elements sleeps within you," said another, with a voice like fire. "And now, it begins to awaken."
Luna could barely speak. "Why... me?"
The figure of wind answered softly, "Because you are born of all. You are the bridge between the world and its ancient powers. The last of the old magic flows in your blood."
Tears filled her eyes—not from fear, but from something she hadn't felt in years: belonging.
She wasn't cursed. She wasn't broken.
She was chosen.
But before she could ask more, the sky suddenly darkened. The five figures turned their heads toward the mountains far away. Something was coming. Something cold and cruel.
> "You must prepare," they said together. "The darkness that once broke the world... is waking again."
The stone beneath her feet glowed, and before she could blink, everything disappeared.
She was alone again.
Back in the forest.
But everything had changed.
From that moment on, Luna knew her life would never be the same.
She was no longer just a girl.
She was the Summoner of Kings.