Prologue - The Birth of a Legend
The babe's eyes opened shortly three days after her birth just after nightfall. She was swaddled in the fine blue cloths of Demacia that only the nobility could afford. Her mother, still exhausted from her previous ordeal, wearily cradled her child against her chest while sitting upright in a canopied bed. Nearby stood a man donned with the ceremonial garments of a priest.
"What do you suggest we name her, Father?" asked the mother of the child.
"Look at her eyes, Amelia. They are raven-black and glow with the softness of moonlight," the man paused for a second to observe the mother's expression before continuing, "Magical, wouldn't you agree? This is a clear indication from the gods that she is destined to become a mage."
"It's true that her eyes are beautiful, mesmerizing even. They remind me of the dreams that are gone and passed," agreed the woman, although a slight frown shadowed her features at the mention of magic.
The priest looked over the child once more before responding. "I believe the most suitable name for her would be Selene… for the moon that shines so brightly in the darkest of days, and guides the lost in their most desperate of times."
"Selene… it fits her perfectly. Thank you, Father," murmured the woman.
