Cassian stood at the edge of the grand hall, his gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the crowd. Despite the bustling energy around him, he felt isolated, burdened by the weight of expectations. His powers, unique yet unpredictable, set him apart from his peers, drawing whispers wherever he went.
"The prophecy... it's incomplete," he murmured to himself, clutching a tattered page that hinted at the "Key of the Fallen Star." His mind raced with possibilities, each more daunting than the last. The fragment's abrupt end left him restless, fueling his determination to uncover the full prophecy.
Cassian navigated the dense woods, following whispers of magic that seemed to guide him. His heart pounded with anticipation as he stumbled upon an intricately carved symbol etched into the bark of a massive tree. It glowed faintly, pulsing with an ancient energy.
Nearby, signs of a struggle caught his eye—broken branches, disturbed underbrush. Someone had been here recently, and they were now missing. The discovery sent a chill down his spine, heightening his resolve to uncover the truth.
Cassian pushed open the creaking door, finding a young woman amidst the chaos. She looked up, eyes wide with caution yet tinged with relief. Elysia, he learned, was more than she appeared—a hidden key to the prophecy's mystery, guarded fiercely by those who wished to protect her.
"They came for me," she whispered, her voice trembling as she recalled the attack. Together, they pieced together her past, realizing the magnitude of their task. But before they could delve deeper, a sudden crash echoed outside.
The Fallen had found them. Cassian acted on instinct, shielding Elysia as they made a harrowing escape into the shadows of the forest.
Cassian ushered Elysia into the sanctuary of the Angelic Academy. Together, they unearthed more fragments of the prophecy, each revelation more astonishing than the last. Elysia was the Key, and their partnership was essential to unlock its full potential.
"We're in this together," he assured her, his resolve unwavering.
From the shadows, a figure watched, leaving a cryptic warning etched into the stone floor. The message was clear: danger loomed ever closer, and time was running out.
