The Hidden Village
In the silent mountain village of Vaelora, lived Arin, a chubby boy often ignored. He had no friends, no talents - or so people thought. One moonless night, he heard a soft hum coming from the woods. Following the sound, he found a feather floating midair, glowing with golden flames. The heat didn't burn him; instead, it felt warm and alive. When he touched it, his skin lit up briefly, and a deep voice echoed in his mind:
"You are the last heir of fire. Rise, Phoenix-born."
Arin collapsed, unconscious. The next morning, strange marks covered his arms. Birds followed him. Fire sparked when he was scared. No one believed his story - except the village elder, who paled at the sight and whispered, "It has begun."
In the silent mountain village of Vaelora, lived Arin, a chubby boy often ignored. He had no friends, no talents - or so people thought. One moonless night, he heard a soft hum coming from the woods. Following the sound, he found a feather floating midair, glowing with golden flames. The heat didn't burn him; instead, it felt warm and alive. When he touched it, his skin lit up briefly, and a deep voice echoed in his mind:
"You are the last heir of fire. Rise, Phoenix-born."
Arin collapsed, unconscious. The next morning, strange marks covered his arms. Birds followed him. Fire sparked when he was scared. No one believed his story - except the village elder, who paled at the sight and whispered, "It has begun."