𝑰𝒗𝒚 | 𝑲𝒊𝒕 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒔

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

In a time when magic whispered in the winds and legends still danced with the stars, there was a child named Lyra Calloway. From the moment she drew her first breath, it was evident to all who gazed upon her tiny, fragile form that she was destined for greatness. Her parents, both wielders of ancient magic that had been passed down through generations, recognized the spark of enchantment in their daughter's eyes. They nurtured it, crafting her into a sorceress even before she could walk, let alone speak.

For the initial years of her life, Lyra's world was a symphony of spells and wonder. Her parents, benevolent magicians who traveled from village to village, brought with them not just awe-inspiring illusions, but a profound sense of joy and curiosity. They painted the sky with hues of magic, teaching their daughter the secrets of the arcane as they ventured, creating a tapestry of happiness that cocooned her existence.

One day, the winds of fate shifted the course of Lyra's life. Their nomadic journey led them to the edges of Tir Asleen, a city wrapped in an enigma and shielded by a powerful magic barrier. Lyra, her eyes wide with anticipation, clung to the tales she had heard about this mystical place. Her heart swelled with excitement as they approached Tir Asleen, the very thought of witnessing the magic barrier fueling her young imagination.

Yet, caution mingled with her thrill. Her parents, wise custodians of ancient knowledge, warned her against wielding her magic within Tir Asleen. Magic, they had told her, was a forbidden dance within those walls, a secret forbidden in the city since the year of Lyra's birth. The very thought of retribution hung heavy in their voices, and Lyra, despite her natural inclination to explore, nodded in solemn understanding.

Their journey, however, was destined to be a tapestry woven with tragedy. Ambushed on the outskirts of Tir Asleen, her parents became victims of an unseen vendetta, their magical defenses crumbling before a malevolent force. In the chaos that ensued, Lyra's mother's voice, laced with desperate urgency, pierced the night. "Run, Lyra," her mother's whispers echoed, barely audible above the clash of spells. "Run and don't look back. We love you."

In her innocence, Lyra obeyed. Her tiny legs carried her away from the nightmare, propelling her toward Tir Asleen. She reached the shimmering barrier, her eyes searching for the door her parents had spoken of, the hidden portal through which she could step into safety. But she didn't see anything. It was a heartbreaking sight — a child, alone and abandoned, waiting at the threshold of a city that held the promise of refuge.

Eight long days passed, marked by hunger, fear, and the distant echoes of her parents' teachings. Her resilience wavered, and just when hope was fading, a compassionate soldier discovered her, a fragile wisp of a girl, clinging to life like a flickering candle in the wind. Tir Asleen, a city that had shrouded itself in mystique, embraced her not as a foundling, but as a ward of the castle staff, destined to grow within its stone walls.

Within the grandeur of the castle, Lyra's magical origins were a forbidden secret, locked away like a treasured relic. She was not born within those walls, yet she became an integral part of the castle's heartbeat. The enchanting aura that had once clung to her like stardust was now a memory, a whisper in the corridors of the castle. As the years passed, she embraced a new role — that of a diligent lady's maid, her hands skilled in the art of service, her spirit veiled by the mundane routine of castle life.

Magic, once the guiding star of her existence, was now a tale of yore, a dream faded beneath the weight of her new responsibilities. But little did she know that destiny, the weaver of unforeseen tales, had not forgotten her. In the quietude of the castle, where the echoes of sorcery were but a distant memory, Lyra Calloway's extraordinary destiny awaited, poised to unfold like the petals of a long-forgotten flower, waiting to bloom once more.

Well, here is the introduction, there is no mention of Kit, however, she would be present since chapter 1. 

Please let me know what you guys think. 

And again, I'm so sorry for any grammatical errors.