The Skyfire Reign

They came for the forgotten first. The children. The elders. The ones who saw the world through wonder—or through fading memory. Whispers on the wind. Shadows with no source. Smiles that didn’t reach the eyes. One by one, they vanished. At first, the world blamed kidnappers, war, sickness. Then came the sightings—creatures wearing human faces, twisted echoes of those who were lost. They moved like us, spoke like us, but weren’t us. They were Skinwalkers. An ancient force awakened, feeding on fear, flesh, and memory. Cities fell within months. Governments crumbled. The Earth became a graveyard of its own people—its forests echoing with familiar voices that no longer held souls. And then... silence. For ten years, the Skinwalkers ruled. Humanity became prey, hiding in dirt and ash, fearing even its own reflection. But from the clouds, a new hope rose. They call them Skywalkers—the last children of the world that was. Survivors who took to the skies, who learned to fight in the air, to live above the infection. Their wings are powered by fire drawn from the storm. Their hearts burn with revenge