Dawn of the human era

In a martial world dominated by powerful non-human races, humans are considered the weakest among the major civilizations. Lacking formidable warriors to defend their interests, they possess only a handful of territories. Though highly skilled in craftsmanship, in a world where strength reigns supreme, such talents offer little protection or comfort. Isabella and Isaiah, born prodigies, live a quiet life in a remote village. Scarred by past traumas, their parents have done everything possible to give them a safe—albeit modest—upbringing. But when Isabella awakens mysterious powers and their village is attacked, their lives are thrown into chaos. Will they survive, or become yet another forgotten tragedy in a world that shows no mercy? Join this extraordinary sibling on a thrilling journey through uncharted lands as they search for their place in a brutal world where power is the ultimate law. *** “I feel a great turbulence in the heavens,” whispered the Witch Supreme, her gaze lost in the void above. “Another of your visions, Your Majesty?” came a soft voice beside her. “What do you mean by it?” “A great shift is upon us. A new force may awaken on the continent, perhaps a forgotten race shall rise anew, or a soul of supreme rank shall be born beneath the stars.” “If that's the case, shouldn’t you stop them? ” “And how would I, even if I wished it? Besides, it may not be something bad. The dark forces have grown stronger as of late, more ferocious. Perhaps this power is a gift veiled in mystery. If it stands with us, we may yet cleanse this land of darkness.” “But what if it turns against us? We have held the dark forces at bay with our own strength. A new power could mean a new adversary.” “Not all strength must be met with fear. Not all rivals must become foes. And I do not believe it wise to make enemies of those whom the heavens favor.” “What! How can that be? Aren't heavens impartial? How could they cast their favor on someone?” “The heavens are indeed just, but justice is not without intent. They are not blind, nor are they idle. They favor growth, always. And tell me, do you not feel it too? This world… it has grown still, stagnant from a century, now” Voice fell into long Silence. So long, the Witch Supreme thought the voice had returned to it’s slumber. “If you sense this, surely the other Supremes do as well. Will they not act?” it eventually spoke again. “Perhaps not. Not all of us are equally attuned to the heavens. Some hear whispers. I... I hear their song. The others may remain deaf to its melody. And even if they do, let them be. I shall not move against what does not threaten me, nor my domains” publish rate -1.5k words/day minimum