Mira felt herself falling.
There was no pain, no fear — only darkness around her. Slowly, a soft light appeared in the distance.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself standing in a strange place. The sky was silver, and the ground looked like glass.
"Mira…"
A deep, calm voice echoed through the empty space.
She turned around quickly.
"Who's there?" she asked, her voice shaking.
The light before her slowly took shape. A tall figure appeared, made of glowing mist. Its eyes shone like stars.
"Do not be afraid," the voice said gently. "I have waited for you for a very long time."
Mira's heart pounded.
"Waited… for me?"
"Yes," the voice replied. "You are the bearer of the sealed power."
Images suddenly filled the sky — ancient battles, destroyed lands, and a girl standing in the center of it all.
"That power sleeps within you," the spirit continued. "It chose you."
Mira stepped back.
"I don't understand. I'm weak. I have no magic."
The spirit's gaze softened.
"You are not weak," it said.
"Your power is simply too great to awaken like ordinary magic."
Mira clenched her fists.
"Then why was I made to suffer?"
The spirit remained silent for a moment.
"Because power always awakens through pain."
As the light grew brighter, the voice spoke one last time.
"Learn to control it, Mira… or the world will fear you."
Then everything faded.
Mira opened her eyes suddenly, her heart racing.
Her hand was glowing faintly.
And she knew — her life had changed forever.