One morning, deep in a valley where moss blanketed the world like a lullaby, Lucky found a creature unlike any she'd ever seen: a small child made of living stone.
He couldn't speak, only hummed. Cracks laced his body like scars. But his eyes were bright with wonder.
He had been born during the war, when magic had frayed and life had become… strange.
Lucky took him by the hand.
She brought him to the Grovekeepers, who studied and cared for him.
They named him Echo.
And though he never spoke, his laughter—the first time he laughed—sounded like mountains singing.