Title: Whispers of the Forgotten Realm In a land where ancient gods lie buried beneath the roots of the world, a reluctant hero awakens to a power long thought extinct. As shadows creep across the once-prosperous kingdom of Elvaris, a forgotten prophecy stirs, foretelling the rise of a flameborn warrior who will either save the realm-or burn it to ash. With unlikely allies, mysterious relics, and enemies hidden in plain sight, the fate of the world rests on a blade sealed in myth and a destiny forged in fire.
Chapter 1 The Flame stirs
Chapter 1: The Flame Stirs
The wind howled through the ruins of Vaelthorn, carrying with it the scent of smoke and something older-something ancient. Kaelen crouched low behind a shattered column, his breath misting in the cold morning air. The once-grand city, now swallowed by creeping vines and fractured stone, groaned like a dying beast beneath his boots.
He hadn't meant to come here. The dreams had led him-dreams of fire, of voices whispering in a tongue he didn't understand, and a blade buried in light. Every villager warned him against the ruins, claiming spirits wandered among the fallen towers. But Kaelen wasn't afraid. Not of ghosts.
He touched the pendant hanging beneath his tunic, the only thing left from the parents he never knew. It pulsed, faintly warm.
Then he heard it.
A low hum-like metal singing. The ground trembled. From beneath the rubble, light bled through cracks in the earth, golden and alive. Kaelen rose slowly, eyes wide, heart pounding.
The air thickened with heat. A voice echoed in his mind, deep and ancient.
"The flame returns."
Kaelen didn't run. He stepped forward.
And the world began to change.
Kaelen didn't run. He stepped forward.
And the world began to change.