Under Alendaria's gloomy sky, the ground trembled gently, as if feeling the heartbeat of a newborn baby. Within the magnificent palace, amidst the sparkling crystal chandeliers and the anxious whispers of the servants, that first cry resounded, sending waves of fear and awe.

King Aedric stood straight, his face expressionless, but his eyes conveyed tension. In his lap, the baby girl writhed, her skin as white as the moon, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, as if absorbing the world she had just known.

Queen Eirene, with gentle but worried eyes, hugged her baby tighter. She knew that the birth of this child was not just an ordinary event. Nature responds, the sky changes color, and the blowing wind carries the stirring whisper of destiny.

“She is not an ordinary child,” whispered an old advisor in a tone of trepidation. “The elements of the earth respond to her emotions. If not controlled…”

"Enough!" King Aedric interrupted in a firm voice. “She's my daughter. We will guard and protect it.”

However, in the dark corners of the palace, shadows whispered. Those who believed in ancient prophecies began to worry. A legend tells of the Mediator—someone who will bring balance or destruction, depending on the heart that guides her.

And now, in her mother's arms, the Intercessor was born.

Outside the palace, the wind blew fiercely, bringing with it hope and anxiety throughout Alendaria.

Nobody knows, in the future, this girl will be the center of a conflict that will shake the world. A journey has begun, the journey of a girl named Amone Moure de Luca Allegria.