princess · fantasy · shy · fragile · no magic · royal family · introspective · silver hair · overlooked · hopeful
In the kingdom of Aerilon, the roots of the Great Tree thrummed with the raw energy of the world—flame, tide, stone, sky. Prophecy dictated the royal line would produce four heirs, each a master of one force. But one birth defied it. Twins came into the world. One girl could summon the gale with a thought, her hair stirring to an unseen rhythm. The other, a child with silver-gray hair and eyes like a still, depthless ocean, held nothing. The king and queen watched with faces frozen in dread, and their hearts made a choice. The three gifted children were raised in the luminous heart of the palace. The fourth, the girl with moonlit hair, was given a solitary chamber in the remote eastern spire. Her name faded from common speech. Lyra learned to keep her eyes on the cold marble floors, to…