The world had changed the day the Gate opened.
Before that day, everyone in the winged world lived the same life.
No one was stronger.
No one was weaker.
But the Gate changed everything.
From the ancient stone arch, a strange wind began to flow. It was not a normal wind. It carried a faint glow, almost like invisible light moving through the air.
People who breathed it felt something awaken inside them.
Some could control the wind.
Some could move faster than others.
Some could feel the world around them in ways they never could before.
At first, everyone celebrated.
It felt like a gift.
But gifts often come with a price.
Irrai stood on the high hill overlooking the Gate.
His wings moved slowly in the soft wind. The glowing air drifted around him, brushing against his face.
He could feel it.
The power.
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It was strange… and tempting.
Below him, many winged beings had gathered near the Gate. Their voices filled the air with excitement.
“Did you see what he did?”
“He lifted a rock without touching it!”
“I heard someone can move like lightning now!”
Everyone wanted to try.
Everyone wanted more.
Irrai watched them quietly.
Something about this didn’t feel right.
The Gate stood tall in the center of the valley.
Massive stone pillars formed an arch that reached high into the sky. Strange symbols were carved into the surface, glowing faintly.
No one knew who built it.
No one knew why it existed.
But one thing was clear.
The wind was coming from inside it.
And the closer someone went to the Gate…
The stronger the power felt.
Days passed.
More and more people gathered near the Gate.
They breathed the glowing air again and again, hoping to grow stronger.
Soon, small arguments began.
Someone pushed another person aside to get closer.
Someone else claimed the wind belonged to them.
Whispers turned into shouting.
Shouting slowly turned into fighting.
For the first time in their peaceful world…
Conflict was born.
The leaders of the world gathered soon after.
“This cannot continue,” one of them said.
“The Gate is changing us.”
“If people keep chasing this power, our world will fall into chaos.”
After many discussions, a decision was made.
The Gate would be guarded.
Only chosen protectors would be allowed near it.
No one else could approach.
Massive stone walls were built around the Gate.
And powerful warriors became the Gate Guardians.
Their duty was simple.
Protect the Gate.
And protect the world from its power.
Irrai stood far away, watching the new walls rise.
Everyone believed the problem had been solved.
But Irrai could still feel the strange wind in the air.
It moved quietly through the world.
Almost like it was waiting.
Waiting for something.
Or someone.
Far beyond the walls…
The Gate suddenly trembled.
Very slightly.
So slightly that no one noticed.
No one…
Except Irrai.
