Stardust Chronicles
As the stars settled into place, the gears of fate thrust the weighty task of saving the world upon the shoulders of an ordinary girl. She was a delicate soul, powerless and unskilled, unable to speak persuasively or shoulder heavy burdens—she could only kneel and beg to be spared! Curling up in a corner, she shivered in fear. "It’s all right, it’s all right—we’ll send you some helpers!" they assured her. "Look, here’s a mage with earth-shattering power, a female general who can face a hundred foes alone, a sharpshooting archer who never misses, a mysterious sorcerer, and a charming young man adored by all!" "Don’t try to fool me," she muttered. "Do you think I can’t see through the haughty little mage, the stone-faced general, the cutesy archer, and the scheming sorcerer? And what about that enigmatic male whose intentions are a total mystery—friend or foe, who can tell? Please don’t hand me any strange things that haven’t even passed the safety check!" …Ahem. Still, saving the world is what matters most. Here we go!
Stardust Chronicles
The Starfall Continent is a land of magic, much like you might imagine. The war between humans and magical beasts has raged for thousands of years. What was once a battlefield has now become a buffer zone between the human kingdoms and the habitats of magical beasts. Of course, the most dangerous magical beasts now dwell deep within the forests, living peaceful lives undisturbed—unless, of course, you’re persistent enough to go dragon hunting, in which case pretend you never heard this.
Not to be outdone, humans have established their own kingdoms based on their unique talents, defending their descendants: the White Tower Kingdom, famed for its warriors, and Kairinia, renowned for its academies of magic.
Our story begins in Kairinia.
Whiteborder City lies at the northernmost edge of Kairinia, bordering the White Tower Kingdom. Once a battlefield, it has been rebuilt many times into a sprawling city-state, rich in resources. Known for its abundance of water mages, it is also called the City of Water. At the city’s heart stands a statue of an ancient mage’s staff, which, weathered by centuries of storms and snow, continues to guard the city steadfastly.
It was noon. The sun lounged warmly in the sky, melting away the remnants of winter. Crowds thronged the southern road of Whiteborder City. The seasonal market, a tradition for centuries, was as lively as a grand festival.
Children clustered around the candy stalls, hoping their parents would buy them a treat. The adults ignored the sweet, floating confections, their eyes fixed on more practica
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