Aliases: The Chosen, The Circle, The Line of Return
Merlin told me the prophecy himself. The night Vadera fell.
“When the old light fades, seven shall rise. Born of storm and silence, shadow and fire. They’ll come, not as saviors… but as mirrors.”
After Merlin disappeared and my centuries of searching for other Atlanteans ended. I decided my new mission would be to find them. Train them.
For centuries, I searched. Sometimes I found one. Sometimes two. Always too early. But now, six, I have found six young sparks of power and light. They came together. They faced death. Faced Puck. Faced truth. And they survived.
I believe they are the ones. But I haven’t found the seventh. Not yet. The world is vast. The signs are quiet. But I haven’t stopped looking. And the six who’ve found each other? They need time. They need each other.
