In the quiet village of Eldervale, the moon had never spoken before.
But on the night Lior turned sixteen, the Silver Moon shimmered brighter than ever. Its light poured into the small wooden house where Lior lived with his grandmother. As he slept, a soft voice echoed through his dreams.
"Child of starlight… awaken."
Lior sat up, heart racing. His window was open, and the moonlight wrapped around his hands like glowing mist. On his palm, a strange symbol appeared—an ancient mark shaped like a crescent crossed by a star.
At that moment, he knew his life would never be ordinary again.