The wind had returned—but it did not feel free.
It raced across the sky in wild gusts, twisting the trees and scattering leaves like frightened birds. Something in the air had changed. It didn't whisper anymore—it screamed.
Luna stood at the cliff's edge, her cloak billowing behind her. Below, the valley rolled in silence, but above—clouds circled like wolves.
She had awakened two elemental kings—Kaelora of Water and Ignar of Fire. Their power flowed through her like a rhythm: calm and fierce, steady and bold. But now she felt something else.
Tension.
The third element—Air—was stirring. But not like the others. It was restless, wild, untamed.
And it wasn't calling her.
It was warning her.
Luna stepped into the Skyreach Plains, a land of floating stones, high winds, and open skies. Here, long ago, the wind magic was born. It was said that only those with the lightest hearts and sharpest minds could master it.
Luna walked carefully, the wind tugging at her every step.
Suddenly—a figure dropped from the sky.
A young man, barely older than her, dressed in silver armor with a sharp smile on his face. A blade of glowing air hummed in his hand.
> "So, you're the summoner," he said.
Luna stopped. "Who are you?"
> "Name's Vex. And I've been sent to collect your power."
Luna's heart jumped. "Collect?"
> "The kings," he said. "The elements. They're not yours. You're just a vessel. Give them to me, and I'll let you walk away."
Luna stepped back. "They chose me."
> "Then they chose wrong."
Without another word, Vex attacked.
The blade of wind came fast—too fast. Luna barely had time to call on Kaelora. A wave of water burst up and blocked the first strike.
But Vex laughed. "I've fought water before."
His second strike shattered the wave. Luna rolled aside, calling on fire. Flames burst around her, forming a shield. He circled it, swift like a storm.
"You fight well," he said. "But you hesitate. You doubt yourself. That's why you'll lose."
His words cut deeper than the blade.
Because he was right.
Even now, Luna felt unsure. Was she strong enough? Smart enough? Worthy?
She closed her eyes.
The wind howled.
Then… a voice—soft, distant, ancient—echoed in her ears:
> "Wind does not bow to power… only to freedom."
Suddenly, Luna stopped running.
She let go of her fear.
She opened her arms wide.
The wind swirled around her—not as an enemy, but as a friend. It lifted her hair, carried her cloak, and wrapped around her like wings.
She was no longer afraid.
And then—he appeared.
A tall, hooded figure made of cloud and air stepped beside her. His robes flowed like mist, and his eyes sparkled like the morning sky.
Zephiron, King of Air.
> "You found clarity, child," he whispered. "You are ready."
With one swift gesture, Luna rose into the air. The wind obeyed her. She didn't summon it. She became it.
Vex gasped. "No—what are you—?!"
Luna raised her hand. A tornado of light and sky surrounded her.
> "You want my power?" she said. "Then stand against all of me."
The wind exploded outward.
Vex was thrown across the plains, his sword torn from his hand. He crashed into the ground and did not rise.
Silence returned.
Zephiron floated beside Luna. "You did not win because you fought. You won because you let the wind speak."
Luna touched the ground again, breathing hard.
Three elements now pulsed inside her:
🌊 Water — peace.
🔥 Fire — courage.
🌪 Air — clarity.
But something darker now followed her trail.
Vex's attack was only the beginning.
There were others who wanted her power. Who feared it. Who would stop at nothing to take it.
And the one who watched from the shadows—the master of the dark—was closer than ever.