In the human world, Aling Trena and Mang Reno were walking home along the river when they suddenly heard a baby crying near the water.
“Did you hear that?” Trena asked, stopping in her tracks.
Reno nodded. “Yes. It sounds like a baby.”
They followed the faint cry through the tall grass until they found a black bag caught between the roots of a tree. Trena’s heart raced as she carefully opened it.
Inside was a tiny, shivering baby girl. Her skin was cold, and her umbilical cord was still attached. She was wrapped in nothing but a thin piece of cloth, trembling from the night air.
“Oh, poor little one,” Trena whispered.
She immediately lifted the baby into her arms and wrapped her tightly in her shawl. The moment the warmth touched the child, the crying suddenly stopped.
Reno stared at the baby in disbelief.
“Let’s take her home,” Reno said.
Trena looked down at the tiny face in her arms. Then, as she glanced toward the sky, the clouds slowly parted, revealing a single bright star.
“Angel,” Trena whispered, seeing a star between the clouds. “She was sent to us.”
Neither of them knew that far beyond their village, a distant king was watching the same sky. Deep within his kingdom, an ancient power had awakened inside a young Loborious.
Suddenly, the Star Mark appeared in the heavens.
It glowed once.
Then twice.
Then a third time.
Before disappearing into the darkness.
That night, Trena and Reno carried the mysterious child home, unaware that they had just changed the fate of two worlds.
It was the beginning of a story of love, power, betrayal, war, and forgiveness—a story about a girl destined to destroy a kingdom and the man ordered to kill her, yet destined to love her most.
Fate had already written their names.
ANGEL.
ANDRIE.
The Star and the Wolf.