Kean's village wasn't large — just a cluster of stone homes nestled between silver hills, wrapped in morning mist. But it held a name that echoed in distant lands:
"Solara."The Village of Light.
No war had touched it in a hundred years.No scream had echoed through its streets.And no child had ever gone missing.
People whispered, "The sun blesses them."But the truth was stranger.
The village ran on balance.
Each villager had a rank, called an Essence Path.From White Leaf (beginners), to Sun Core (masters).Not military ranks — but spiritual ones.
Even children were tested at age 7.Their aura potential decided their role.
But Kean was only 6.And already… anomaly.
The village center was beautiful — a giant sundial surrounded by shimmering crystals.It told time through light and shadow.And when the sun reached its peak, the crystals would hum softly.
At that moment, all aura in the village aligned.
Kean stood in front of the sundial one noon, clutching a basket of oddly vibrant crops.The crystals hummed.And for the briefest second…They turned blue.
"They've never done that,"whispered the priestess, hidden behind the crowd.
She stepped back.Her heart was beating faster.She remembered a prophecy.
"When blue hums the sun's name, the void awakens in light."
She didn't know what it meant.But she knew where that boy lived.And who his mother was.
The village's peace wasn't just from rituals or rules.It came from an unseen council — a group that watched from shadows, keeping harmony.
But some of them had started watching Kean.
Too many signs.Too much change.
Back at the field, Kean sat on the soil.Birds chirped. Breeze soft.He hummed while gently pushing seeds into the earth.
But around him, unseen, a thin veil shimmered.Not magic.Not aura.
Something older.
And the earth — the Village of Light itself —was starting to respond.