The leaves on the trees in the forest were gleaming and glowing under the moon light. It was a full moon day. The river flowing by the row of trees was rhythmic. When the whole world was sleeping, the palace doors were opened and closed awaiting something big, bigger than the coronation of its king Elander Novh, the third. The palace was awaiting a new arrival, the birth of the prince.
Elander Novh, the third, 70 years old, was waiting for decades to see this day, the arrival of a new prince.
Elander Novh III has fathered twenty five children hoping to get a son to fulfil the prophecy, written centuries ago; A prophecy which may come true in his life, hopefully. Elander Novh III, the king of Elvanacore, a fallen kingdom waiting to be resurrected from the curses laid a thousand years ago by the Delvanacore ancestors.
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The past:
Elander Novh III was the one hundredth forty third king of the kingdom Elvanacore, a rich kingdom with immense resources that can last for thousands of years. The flora and fauna, food, water, anything that's under the sun was available in Elvanacore. The kingdom did not have a dark day. All the citizens were happy in the kingdom until a thousand years ago.
The then King Nanchilas was a generous man. He never wanted to see his citizens suffer. Unlike his brother, Danchilas, the then prince was a cunning man. He was angry with his father in making his younger brother the king when he was still there. His ultimate motive was to kill his brother and acquire the kingdom.