The night sky shimmered with a thousand lights, each star a silent witness to the world below. Among them, a brilliant streak of white and gold tore across the heavens—a meteor blazing with divine fury. It was a falling star, but unlike any other.
High above, in the celestial realm, the constellations shimmered with tension. The great Orion, a constellation of a mighty hunter, watched with furrowed brows as chaos erupted in his domain.
A flash of darkness rippled across the sky—a shadow cast by betrayal.
Kael.
Once a radiant star god, he had been the crown of the heavens, his light guiding mortals and divine alike. But betrayal had shattered him—literally. His form, once luminous and perfect, had been torn into fragments and cast down, falling through the void until he found himself waking amid a tangle of roots and stones.
He was no longer a god. Not yet.
In the mortal realm.
Kael's eyes fluttered open to a blur of dirt and shadow, his body aching with unfamiliar weight. His limbs felt heavy and cold, his once-glowing form reduced to a flickering ember of fading light. He was trapped in a broken body—limping, crippled, and powerless.
He tried to rise, but his body refused. Instead, he lay there, staring up at the darkened sky through a gap in the canopy. The stars twinkled faintly, unaware of the tragedy unfolding beneath.
A whisper of wind carried the scent of damp earth and moss. Somewhere nearby, the faint sound of footsteps approached—soft, cautious.
Kael's fractured consciousness struggled to remember—who was he? Why had the heavens betrayed him? The last thing he remembered was the dazzling glow of his constellation shattering, and a terrible cry echoing in the void.
Suddenly, a rustling in the underbrush.
A girl—thin, ragged, eyes bright with curiosity—stepped into his view. Her hair was tangled and dark, her face smeared with dirt, but her gaze was sharp and unafraid.
She paused, eyes narrowing as