“What do you think it mean?” Princess Elara whispered to her older brother, Prince Peregrin as they stared at the strange, glowing inscription that had appeared on the wall of a hidden room in their family castle.
Prince Peregrin, his brow furrowed in concentration lightly traced the ancient runes with his finger. “It’s in the old tongue.” He murmured, his voice echoing sligthly in the dimly lit chamber. “ It’s says something about an awakening.”
Elara felt a shiver run down her spine at her brother’s words, “but what could it be referring to? Could it be a warning?” She asked him her eyes wide with excitement and a hint of fear. The air in the room had grown thick with anticipation, the very stones seeming to hum with a newfound vitality.
Peregrin studied the inscription for a monent longer before turning to her, “ We must inform Father and Mother immediately,” he said his voice firm, “ This could be a sign that something significant is about to happen.”
Elara nodded her head at him
In a dusty corner of a forgotten library, a young archaeologist name Elara pored over a faded map that was laid out onto a oak table in front of her, the soft light of the candle casting a warm glow in the small space her eyes darted over ancient symbols, her mind racing with the possibilty of what lay hidden beneath the sands of time.
The air had the scent of aged parchment and a hint of mystery that seemed to emante from the very walls. Her fingers traced the lines that led to a place had been lost to legend for centuries: The Tomb of the Sleeping Sphinx.
Elara felt a thrill of excitement as she piced together the cryptic clues. The tomb was said to hold the secrets of an ancient civilization that had once flourished in the desert now reclaimed by the sands.
As the emerald liquid spilled from the shattered relic onto the palace floor and the whispers of kings long dead surged into life. Dark clouds gathered instantly above the castle, casting an ominous shadow over the once beautiful land.
The once vibrant skies now mirrored the turmoil that brewed within the castle walls, the air grew thick with tension as the ancient curse unfolded it’s wrath upon the kingdom.
Ghostly figures emerged from the mist, their spectral forms weaving though the corridors with a purpose.
The haunting presence suffocted the hallways, their every movement chilling to the bone. Whispers echoed the corridors as the specters searched for the source of their disturbance.
Thunder rumbled ominously, echoing the curses of the ancient ancestors.
Lady Elara, whose curiosity had unwittingly released the strom, stood paralyzed with guilt and fear.
Chapter 1 : The Weight of Legacy
In the dimly light hall of the Blood Ravens guild, two voices could be heard echoing loudly though the hallway, the male voices belong to the leader of the guild Kuthal and his brother-in-law Ninthalor.
“ Ninthalor, i said my anwer is no, she is not ready yet to start training with the others “ Kuthal said to Ninthalor sternly his arms cross over his chest.
“ Kuthal Divarazah is aleady eighteen years old, she needs to learn how to defend herself if she is going uphold the family legacy” Ninthalor argued back to him as he rub his temple with his fingertips, clearly getting frustrated with Kuthal’s overproective nature over his niece.
“She will learn to defend herself when she is ready, not a moment before.” Kuthal replied, his voice unyielding.
“ I understand you want to protect her, but keeping her sheltered won’t prepare her for the world beyond these walls” Ninthalor insisted, stepping closer.
Kuthal sighed heavily, knowing this argument would not soon end, but determined to stand his ground.
“Enough, Ninthalor,” Kuthal said with an air of finalty. “This discussion is over. Diva’razh will train when the time is right,” Kuthal declared, turning away.
Ninthalor clenched his fists, but held his tongue, knowing full well that argument would change nothing today. He watched as Kuthal strode out of the chamber, leaving behind a tense silence.
As the door closed behind him, Ninethalor sighed, his frustation simmering beneath a surface of calm.
