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Prologue – The Boy with the Silver Streak
The storm that night was not like any storm the villagers had ever seen.
Thunder split the skies as if the heavens themselves were waging war, and lightning carved cracks across the black clouds. In the middle of it all, a child was born — a boy with spiky black hair, marked by a single silver streak running down the right side of his head. His eyes glowed faintly blue even before he cried for the first time.
The elder midwife whispered in fear, "A cursed one… or chosen."
The villagers gave him a name that meant little to them at the time, but would come to be spoken across kingdoms: Kael Nabutr.
From that moment, Kael's life was bound to forces far beyond his understanding.
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