High above the world, beneath the vast expanse of the starlit sky, Sylara soared through the heavens. The cold wind howled around her, but her body remained steady, her massive wings cutting through the night with practiced ease.
Nestled within her grasp, the infant barely moved. His body, so fragile and small, seemed unfit to endure the harshness of the world below. Yet Sylara had seen the truth hidden beneath his delicate form.
The humans had abandoned him because they saw nothing.
But she had seen everything.
As she flew, her mind drifted back to the pastto the legends of old. Tales spoke of beings beyond mortal understanding, those who were not born into power but instead were power itself, existing beyond the natural laws of the world.
The Lords.
Few had ever walked the land, but those who did shaped the fate of civilizations. Their very presence bent the laws of magic, not because they wielded it, but because magic recognized them. Unlike mages, sorcerers, or even divine beings, the Lords did not need to summon magicit was already a part of them, waiting to awaken.
And this child
The pulse of his existence resonated with something ancient, something deep and unshackled.
Sylaras green eyes flickered with amusement.
The humans truly are blind, she murmured, the wind carrying her voice into the night. They cower before power yet fail to recognize it when it is laid before them.
With a powerful flap of her wings, she descended, gliding through a valley shrouded in mist. The terrain below was wild and untouched by civilizationThe Forgotten Vale, a place known only in whispers, where even the boldest of warriors dared not tread.
It was here that Sylara made her home.
As she landed, her claws dug into the earth, sending a tremor through the valley. The air was thick with magic, raw and unrefined, seeping from the land itself. It was a place of power, hidden from the worlda fitting sanctuary for the forsaken child.
She padded forward, entering a vast cavern nestled within the cliffs. The stone walls shimmered faintly with embedded mana crystals, casting a soft glow throughout the space.
Laying the child down upon a bed of soft furs, Sylara curled around him, her massive frame forming a protective barrier. The nights cold could not reach him here, nor could the cruelty of the world that had cast him aside.
She watched him for a long moment.
What name did they give you? she murmured.
Silence.
She knew the answer before she asked.
They had not even given him that much.
Her emerald eyes darkened. No creature, no being, deserved to be born without an identity. To be abandoned was cruelbut to be forsaken so completely that even a name was denied? That was something else entirely.
Sylara let out a soft exhale, her breath warm against the childs small form.
Then I shall name you.
She paused, considering. A name was more than just a word. It carried power, meaning, purpose. And for a being such as him, it had to be something fitting.
Something undeniable.
A slow, knowing smile crossed her features.
Kael.
The name rolled off her tongue with weight, as though it had always belonged to him, merely waiting to be spoken into existence.
You are Kael, the forsaken sovereign, she whispered.
The child shifted, as if something within him stirred at her words.
Sylara watched him for a long moment before closing her eyes.
The humans had cast him away, believing him worthless.
She would prove them wrong.