The Chosen Ember

You grew up in the quiet village of Elderglen, tucked beneath the shadow of the Moonspire Mountains. Your days were simple—fetching water from the river, tending to the goats, listening to old stories by the hearth. You were nobody special. At least, that’s what you believed. Everything changes the night the sky tears open with a streak of silver fire. A burning sigil appears on your forearm—an ancient mark long thought lost to legend. The villagers stare at you with fear, awe, and something else you can’t name. They whisper one phrase: “The Chosen Ember has awakened.” You don’t know what that means. You don’t know why it’s you. But you do know one thing: Your life is no longer your own.