the burden of destiny

In a modern city,Novisport.

Known for it's wealth and technology, bustling with activity. the ground starts shaking ever so little with static electricity in the air.although it is noticed some people dismissed it while others search for answers

Inside a luxurious mansion,in a spacious room ,a huge egg lies on the a big pillow layered with soft duvet ,the shaking seems to be centered around the egg with the sign of hatching.

She stretched her fingers, but they met resistance—smooth, hard, confining. A shell. Cracks spidered through the surface, and in one swift movement, it shattered, light flooding her senses for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. She gasped, her first breath in centuries tasting of cold stone and dust. Where was she? Who was she? A shadow loomed over her, tall and broad, and a voice that seemed to carry the weight of ages broke through her haze.

"Nyxara…"

The name felt familiar, as though it belonged to her, but the face did not. A man, older than the world itself, knelt beside her, his eyes filled with a strange mix of joy and sorrow.

"Uncle?" she whispered, though she didn't know why. The word seemed to anchor her in this strange, new place.

"I'm here," he said softly, brushing the remnants of the shell from her shoulders. "You're safe now. But we must be careful… very careful. Nyxara's eyes widened as she stepped onto the marble floor, her legs unsteady but determined. Everything was… vast. The room stretched far beyond her, filled with shimmering glass and towering columns.

"Where are we?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

"A place where you'll be safe," her uncle replied, though his tone was heavy.

"But—" she took a step toward the open window, catching sight of a bustling world beyond. "I want to see it

"No." His hand closed around her arm, gentle but firm. "The world out there is not the one you left behind. It's dangerous now, especially for someone like you." Outside, the world sparkled with strange, floating lights, carriages that moved without horses, and people dressed in garments that shimmered like stars.

"What is all this?" she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.

Her uncle stood behind her, his voice low and urgent. "The world has changed in ways you cannot yet understand. And it is not safe for you, not out there."

"But why? What's out there?"

He turned her away from the window, his face suddenly stern. "Things that would stop at nothing to find you, Nyxara. Your birth… your powers… they are not forgotten. And there are those who would seek to use you for their own gain

Nyxara's heart pounded with frustration. How could he expect her to stay hidden away, when the world beyond was so full of wonder?

"I'm not a child," she muttered, but her uncle's eyes darkened with concern.

"You're more than you realize," he said quietly. "And until you understand the power within you, you must remain hidden. For your own safety."

But Nyxara felt it—the pull of something deep inside her, something that pulsed with the same light and darkness that had created her. And in that moment, she knew: this world had secrets, and she was at the heart of them...

"When the shadow of war consumes the world, and the balance between light and dark shatters, a child shall be born—of light and darkness combined. She will carry the power to restore the world or cast it into eternal night. One will rise to claim her power, and another will fall to her hand. The fate of all rests upon her choice: to become the savior or the destroyer.".