Long ago, in a kingdom surrounded by silver rivers and golden fields, a child was born to the King and Queen. Their daughter, Princess Elira, was the heart of the realm, with eyes like polished amber and a voice that calmed even the most restless storms.

But on the night of her naming ceremony, shadows crept into the castle. A sorceress, banished years ago for her hunger for power, stole the infant princess. She vanished into the dark, leaving behind nothing but a single feather from her raven cloak.

Elira was raised far from the castle, in a modest village where she believed she was the daughter of farmers. Though her life was humble, she often felt a strange emptiness—like her heart was tied to something unseen. Villagers whispered about how unusual she was: the way animals seemed to follow her, how flowers bloomed faster in her hands, and how the moonlight always found her.

Years passed. One day, when Elira was sixteen, a traveling minstrel came through the village. He sang an old ballad about the lost princess—how her parents still searched for her, and how she would one day return to restore balance to the kingdom. As the song filled the air, Elira’s chest ached, as if the words were meant for her.

Soon after, dreams began to haunt her. She saw a castle she had never visited, a crown she had never worn, and two faces she somehow loved though she did not know them. Compelled by these visions, Elira set off on a journey.