The nights in the Plains of Nivareth were always magical.
The enormous crystals that emerged from the ground captured the moonlight and reflected it back into the sky, filling the plain with thousands of colorful sparks. For the villagers, these lights were a common sight; but that night was different.
Kael, fifteen years old, was sitting beside the largest crystal at the edge of the village. He had never told anyone that since childhood he had heard the whispers of that crystal. People didn’t believe that stones could speak. But Kael knew: the crystal was trying to tell him something.
Suddenly, a fine crack appeared on the surface of the crystal. The light emanating from within was brighter and warmer than the rest. Kael stepped back, his heart racing. From the crack, a voice emerged:
“Your journey begins… The chosen one must take his steps.”
Kael’s eyes widened. The voice resonated only in his ears. At that moment, a fragment broke off from the crystal and fell to the ground. It was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, but when he touched it, a burning power coursed through his body.
On the other side of the village, dogs began to bark and the wind howled. It was as if the entire plain had been waiting for that moment. Kael picked up the crystal fragment, and the only thought that crossed his mind was:
“My life will no longer be ordinary.”
