fantasy
Child of Dawn

11
In the ravaged landscape of a post-apocalyptic world, five tribe leaders gathered at the Sacred Grounds, their respective powers and wisdom palpable in the air. Lunara, the Unseelie Queen, commanded the shadows with her dark magic. Finn, the Seelie King, radiated light and warmth. Kael, the Shifter pack leader, flexed his claws, ready to strike. Valentin, the Vampire Lord, gazed out with eyes, his immortal heart beating piercingwith a hint of curiosity.Atlas, the Sea People's Oracle, sang a soft melody, his voice carrying the whispers of the ocean. Thorne, the Mythical Creatures' Elder, listened with ancient wisdom, his eyes holding the secrets of the past.As they convened, a weak, faint cry pierced the silence - a baby's cry. The leaders' gazes shifted to the entrance, where a small, fragile form lay swaddled in cloth, shivering in the cold. The cry grew louder, a tiny voice piercing the stillness. The tribe leaders exchanged glances, their differences momentarily forgotten.