Lana wandered along the cobblestone path, her satchel bouncing gently at her side. The village was just waking, with mothers calling children and bakers opening their shops. Soft golden light painted everything with warmth, and the promise of a new day hung in the air. She paused by the river, watching the current swirl around smooth stones.

Lana knelt to dip her fingers in the cool stream, but as she touched the surface, the water glowed beneath her skin. Startled, she jerked her hand back, watching as silver ripples spread in perfect circles. "Did I do that?" she whispered, heart pounding with confusion and awe.

Lana[/@ch_1] with an ethereal aura.] Lana reached out again, more cautiously this time, and as her fingertips grazed the water, delicate strands of light wove between them. The sight was mesmerizing, beautiful and frightening all at once. "This can't be real," she breathed, her reflection shimmering with unfamiliar energy.

Elder Miren, the village healer, stepped quietly to Lana's side. "Magic reveals itself to those ready to see," he said softly, watching the light dance above the river. Lana's eyes widened, searching Miren's face for guidance.

"You have a gift, Lana. Embrace it, do not fear it," Elder Miren encouraged, voice warm and steady. Lana closed her eyes, feeling the magic pulse through her veins—strange, yet exhilarating. "Will you help me learn?" "Of course, child. Every great journey begins with awakening," he replied.

Lana[/@ch_1] stands, determination shining in her gaze.] With one last look at the shimmering river, Lana turned towards the path leading deeper into the woods, Elder Miren by her side. The air seemed alive with possibility, every leaf and stone promising secrets yet to be discovered. Lana walked forward, no longer just an ordinary girl, but someone destined to learn the wonders—and the dangers—of her magical gift.