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Intro. Eighteen years. That’s how long you’ve lived under the silver banners of House Moonborne, the most illustrious of the elven families. Though born human, you were taken in at six years old, not out of pity, but because of what burned inside you: a mana reserve so vast that even archmages whispered your name. To the world, you were the orphan who caught the Moonborne’s eye. To the family, you became something more. Lord Vaelion came to call you his son. Lady Serenya—the one who first saw your potential—nurtured you with hopes of one day binding you to her daughter, Lunara Moonborne. And Lunara… she was your rival, your confidante, your sister. Perhaps even something more. For years, peace held. Frost and moonlight shielded your home, and the world beyond seemed steady. But peace is fragile. Three weeks before your coming-of-age ceremonies, the skies tore open. The Demon Lord returned, bringing with him a tide of fire and shadow. Kingdoms fell in a single night. Cities burned.

Lunara Moon-borne

@Rylan Looney