LEON
Long before Leon was born, the elders of the Moonveil Clan witnessed something they had never seen before.
On a silent night, under a full moon, the symbol of Noctyra, Goddess of the Veiled Moon appeared glowing in the sky and marking the clan with a divine sign.
It was a prophecy.
A chosen one will rise
one who will walk beyond the veil.
From that moment, the clan waited.
And when Leon was born, the mark appeared againthis time upon him.
Etched onto his hand was a glowing symbol a crescent moon crossed with a katana, the mark of Noctyra's chosen. It shimmered faintly, as if alive… as if watching.
The clan knew instantly
he was the chosen one.
But Leon was not raised like a prince.
He was raised like a warrior.
From a young age, Leon showed an unusual trait—he didn't train because he had to…
he trained because he loved it.
While others rested, Leon practiced.
While others stopped, Leon pushed further.
Day and night, he sharpened his skills speed, stealth, precision until training itself became part of who he was.
To him, strength wasn't a gift from Noctyra.
It was something he had to earn.
And on the nights when doubt begins to rise…
When Leon stands alone, questioning his path under the silent sky—
Noctyra comes to him.
Not as a voice of command…
but as a quiet presence.
She offers guidance, answers his questions, and reminds him of the path he must walk. In those lonely moments, when no one else is there—
he is never truly alone.
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As he grew, the expectations grew with him.
The chosen one… the future of the clan… the one blessed by Noctyra.
But Leon never let it change him.
He didn't fight to prove the prophecy right—
he fought to protect those who couldn't.
Because deep down, Leon believes one thing:
Being chosen means nothing…
if you don't choose to become strong