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Lyra spends her days hammering swords, dreaming of adventure beyond the city walls.

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Strange storms seem to follow her, but she thinks that it's just a coincidence

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A mysterious mage appears, warning that a Shadow King has risen, and only she can stop him

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The mage hands her an ancient blade that sparks lightening when she touches it, and calls her "The Storm's Eye"

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Lyra refuses. She wasn't a hero, but a blacksmith. Magic belongs to legends

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The mage leaves her with a warning: "When the storm comes for you, hiding won't save you"

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