THE SHATTERED REALM

, Eryndor was a prosperous land, rich with gold and jewels that seemed to never run out, and green, luscious land

at that time. The ground was polished to a mirrorlike shine and reflected the warm glow of the sun to all who were within its walls. The draperies were

lcony of his chamber, looking over the kingdom that was soon to be his. The city was bustling, its streets alive with merchants and cit

with the knights of his kingdom. He adjusted the signet ring on his finger in a jejune manner, he was bored with these daily chores. Of course he loved his kingd

rt him to the training arena. Kael sighed and wore a smile before exiting his chamber t

thereby making him a very knowledgeable mage but with all the power and knowledge he possessed his greatest foe, it would seem, where his knees and he was powerless against them. As he huffed and puffed his way through the streets, Arwyn wondered within himself whose grand idea it was to put the palace so far inland.

couldn't beat, a fact which made their friendship one of unending rivalry. Kael, a skillful warrior himself, was the commander of squad compr

it fair" Glenn teased the young prince "I imagine that

smile as he made his approach to begin

inned up in an elaborate braid, and her emerald-green gown caught the light of the sun brilliantly. Despite the royal

l others in the vicinity bo

ce in the Great Hall," she said with a gentle smile

h a mischievous smile as he handed the sparring sword to

ince and we'll see whose

towering figure, with broad shoulders and a stern expression that, though softened by his kind eyes and white beard, bore a stern warning to all who harboured any ill

nt of silver hair could be seen. Though his figure was quite clearly stooped and showed him to be advanced in age

ing through the hall. "This is Arwyn, a mage of

d with age and wisdom. His eyes, sharp and piercing, locked onto

nd resonant. "I bring sad tidings. News of

in confusion. "Prop

elf, and though powerful in an instant, it is waning and requires continuous sustenance- the life force of everything around it. This type of magic, though forbidden has appealed to a few dark mages over the ages. Of these mages, there

las, it is prophesied that at a time of great peace, Malakar, the Dark Lord

child-stories of a shadowy figure who wielded dark magic and commanded l

e Malakar-a hero who carries the blood of kings and the courage of a lio

lders like a crushing burden. He was just a prince-young, untested, and unprepared for such

possibly fight something like that? I know nothing o

and that you will not face this alone. There are allies to be found, powerful forces that will aid you in your quest. I myself will do all I can to ai

"I wish I could tell you this was a mistake," King Aldric said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "But Arwyn speaks the truth. The signs are all there-there is unrest in the

as because she had been crying in the corner "We believe in you, Kael." Her voice breaking with emotion "You are my son an

lities of a king, a weight that he knew would be daunting but he had never for a second imagined anything like th

bling and soft. Turning to face the King, he sa

much to do. There are others we must seek out-warriors and mages who will stan

him was uncertain, fraught with danger and darkness. But as he travelled from the ey

the fate of Eryndor