The night the sky turned silver, Erynn knew her life would never be the same.
She stood at the edge of the forest, clutching her lantern as the wind whispered her name. The trees of Aeloria were ancient—older than kingdoms, older than magic itself. People said they listened. Erynn had never believed them.
Until now.
"Erynn…"
The voice was soft, like light brushing against her skin. She froze. Her heart pounded as she looked around. No one was there.
Her lantern flickered. The flame bent unnaturally, glowing brighter than fire ever should.
"Do not be afraid."
Erynn dropped the lantern. It didn't shatter. Instead, it hovered in the air, wrapped in a gentle white glow.
She stepped back, trembling. "This isn't possible," she whispered.
The glow moved closer, warm and alive. Memories flooded her mind—ancient towers, fallen crowns, a world burning and being reborn.
"You are the last," the voice said.
"The last Light-Bearer."
Tears filled Erynn's eyes. All her life, she had been invisible. Ordinary. Forgotten.
Now the Light had found her.
And the darkness would soon follow.