This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. The morning mist clung to Moonhaven Island like a lover's whisper, soft and persistent, refusing to let the sun's rays penetrate its ethereal veil. Elena Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, her dark hair whipping around her face as she gazed out at the churning waters below. The lighthouse behind her had been her home for twenty-three years, its beacon a constant companion through countless storms and starlit nights.
"Elena!" Her father's voice carried on the wind from the lighthouse tower. "The supply boat should be arriving soon!"
She turned, her emerald eyes scanning the horizon one last time before making her way back to the weathered stone structure that had housed generations of Thornes. As the lighthouse keeper's daughter, Elena had grown up with salt in her veins and stories of ancient magic in her heart. The older islanders spoke in hushed tones of the days when Moonhaven was more than just a remote outpost for ships seeking safe harbor. They whispered of a time when the island itself held power, when the mist that surrounded it was more than mere water vapor.
