I had to write this for school so I decided to post it on scratch! Comment if I should make chapter 1! (I've already started XD)
Prologue: The Dying Tree There are places in the world where time does not flow like a river, but swirls like mist—thick, slow, clinging. One such place was Valenwood. Long ago, before the kingdoms rose and before dragons slept beneath the mountains, Valenwood breathed with magic. Its trees whispered spells. Its rivers shimmered with secrets. And at the heart of it all stood the Ember Tree. It was ancient beyond measure, gnarled and blackened by time, yet from its hollow, burned the last remnant of dragonfire: the Heartflame. The trees of the Sylvan Order had guarded it for centuries. Now, only one remains. Skyla knelt in the roots of the dying tree, her hand outstretched toward the ember. It pulsed softly, the color of molten gold and sunset. “Do not take it,” whispered the tree, his voice brittle as dry leaves. “You do not yet know what it means.” “I have no choice,” Skyla said. “You’re dying. They all are.” The tree's branches drooped towards the ground. “Then… let the flame choose you.” The ember leapt into Skyla’s palm. The tree cracked. The forest trembled. And far to the north, something stirred.
