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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nA soldier grabbed Rowan\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a child!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For one stunned moment, the battlefield itself seemed to hesitate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then arrows rained from the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Men screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The line broke apart again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGet him out of here!\u201d Rowan shouted instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two soldiers rushed toward the boy through the mud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Neither reached him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A dying horse crashed sideways between them. One soldier vanished beneath falling bodies. The other took an arrow through the throat before he could stand again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the child remained alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Frozen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Terrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lightning exploded overhead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
BOOM.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The earth shook violently beneath his feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something metallic glimmered inside the mud nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ancient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Massive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Half-buried beneath corpses and rainwater.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy stumbled backward instinctively\u2014then another explosion shattered the battlefield close behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fear overtook thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child grabbed the sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the world stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Golden light erupted instantly from the blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not reflected light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not lightning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The weapon itself awakened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ancient runes ignited one after another across the steel like veins of living fire spreading through darkness. Rain hissed into steam against the glowing blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A deep humming vibration rolled across the battlefield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Horses panicked instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Men turned in horror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even the enemy soldiers froze mid-charge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Far behind the broken lines, an old man beneath a soaked black hood staggered backward in disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elder Vaen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Last royal mage of Valeris.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sword pulsed brighter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vaen\u2019s face lost all color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because he knew the weapon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everyone did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dragonfang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sword of King Aeric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The legendary ruler murdered eleven years earlier during the Great Betrayal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The blade lost forever afterward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or so the kingdom believed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe Dragon King\u2019s sword\u2026\u201d someone whispered in terror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The words spread through the battlefield like wildfire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Soldiers slowly lowered their weapons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Enemy knights stepped backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No one could look away from the child standing alone beneath the storm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The golden runes illuminated his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And for one horrifying moment\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
he looked exactly like the dead king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not merely similar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Identical.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same dark eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same sharp jaw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same expression that once led armies across continents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Captain Rowan felt cold crawl through his spine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
King Aeric had died without an heir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everyone knew that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The royal bloodline ended eleven years ago when Lord Malric seized the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet the resemblance standing before them was undeniable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child looked down at the glowing sword trembling in his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The weapon felt warm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Almost breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then a voice echoed inside his mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not heard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Felt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Protect them.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash gasped softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The battlefield vanished for half a heartbeat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He saw fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A burning throne room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A man covered in blood kneeling before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before someone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTake him,\u201d the dying man whispered desperately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the vision disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash nearly collapsed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thunder shook the valley again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Across Black Hollow, thousands of soldiers stood frozen in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash slowly lifted the glowing blade toward the storm-dark sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Golden light reflected across armor and rainwater alike.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the child began walking forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Toward the enemy army.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Captain Rowan snapped from his shock first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStop him!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But nobody moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not even the enemy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash walked slowly through the mud while the glowing sword illuminated the battlefield around him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The storm itself seemed quieter near the blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the boy stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Looked across both armies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And spoke in a voice far too calm for a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy father never betrayed this kingdom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence swallowed Black Hollow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n the enemy army retreated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not from fear of the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From fear of the name he had just invoked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n King Aeric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Dragon King.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ruler history branded a traitor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And somehow\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n his son now stood alive before the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n The retreat lasted only minutes before chaos erupted across Valeris.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By dawn, every tavern, barracks, and marketplace whispered the same impossible rumor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Dragon King\u2019s heir had returned.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Lord Malric nearly killed the messenger delivering the news.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou expect me to believe a child awakened Dragonfang?\u201d he roared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The throne room trembled beneath his fury.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric rose violently from the iron throne that never truly belonged to him. Even after eleven years, the seat rejected him somehow. Nobles whispered that the kingdom itself hated the usurper king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now those whispers were becoming dangerous again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe soldiers witnessed it themselves,\u201d the messenger stammered. \u201cThousands saw the blade awaken.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric\u2019s face darkened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd the boy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAlive, Your Majesty. Elder Vaen took custody of him after the battle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n That name made the king\u2019s eyes narrow instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old mage had served Aeric faithfully until the very end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric should have executed him years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now he regretted the mistake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBring me the child,\u201d Malric said coldly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAlive?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The expression carried no warmth whatsoever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFor now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash woke beside a fire inside an abandoned stone chapel deep within the forest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For several long seconds, he didn\u2019t remember the battlefield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he saw the sword resting nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dragonfang glowed faintly even while dormant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash recoiled instinctively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat is that thing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A hooded figure sat across the fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Elder Vaen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Old eyes studied the child carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat,\u201d Vaen replied quietly, \u201cis the reason your father died.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy father?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen nodded slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou truly do not remember anything, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash shook his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don\u2019t even know who my father was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old mage stared into the flames silently for a while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he spoke words that shattered the child\u2019s world forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour father was King Aeric.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash laughed immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not because it was funny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because it was absurd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt should be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen reached slowly into his robes and removed a silver pendant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A dragon crest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash\u2019s breath caught instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He recognized it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not from memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dreams of fire and music and a woman singing softly beside candlelight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The same pendant around her neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019ve seen this before,\u201d Vaen realized.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash nodded slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIn dreams.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen closed his eyes painfully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe kept it\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash frowned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old mage looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence filled the chapel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash\u2019s chest tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy mother died years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen\u2019s voice carried genuine grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI buried her myself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash stared at him in shock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old mage continued quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother was Queen Lyra.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The world tilted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s true.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash stood abruptly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re lying!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lightning flashed outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen did not move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother fled the palace the night your father died. She escaped with you before Malric\u2019s soldiers found the royal chambers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash backed away slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026 my mother was a healer. We lived in villages. We were poor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe hid you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen\u2019s eyes darkened painfully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe wanted you far from the throne.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash shook violently now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy father betrayed the kingdom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat,\u201d Vaen whispered, \u201cis the greatest lie ever told.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fire crackled softly between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the old mage revealed the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Eleven years earlier, King Aeric discovered a conspiracy inside the royal court. Several nobles\u2014including Lord Malric\u2014had secretly allied with foreign kingdoms to overthrow him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric planned to expose them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He never got the chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The palace burned before sunrise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric blamed the king for attempting dark magic forbidden by the ancient laws. Witnesses were executed. Records destroyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And Aeric died branded a traitor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Only Vaen escaped with the truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And Queen Lyra escaped with the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash struggled to breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy mother never told me any of this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe wanted you to survive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen looked toward Dragonfang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut the sword has awakened now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash followed his gaze fearfully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat does it want from me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old mage answered honestly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe throne.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Within days, rebellion spread across Valeris.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Former knights loyal to Aeric emerged from hiding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Villagers began painting dragon symbols openly again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And every rumor made Lord Malric more dangerous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash became the most hunted child in the kingdom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Assassins came first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Three of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen sensed them moments before attack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStay behind me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The chapel doors exploded inward instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Steel flashed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Dragonfang reacted first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Golden fire erupted from the blade before Ash even touched it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The assassins burned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not ordinary fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The flames consumed shadows themselves, turning armor into glowing ash within seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash stared in horror afterward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI didn\u2019t do that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen looked unsettled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n That frightened him more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because Dragonfang was not merely awakened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was choosing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And ancient royal swords did not choose lightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Weeks passed as Vaen and Ash fled deeper through hidden routes across Valeris.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Along the journey, Ash learned uncomfortable truths about himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sword responded to his emotions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fear brightened the runes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anger made the blade hum violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And whenever Ash touched Dragonfang\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n he saw memories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not his own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric\u2019s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fragments only.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A laugh beside roaring fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A crying infant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A woman\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Betrayal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash began understanding the dead king in terrifying ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sometimes he even spoke words he shouldn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One night beside campfire, Vaen asked softly:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat did you just say?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash blinked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou spoke Old Draconic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash stared blankly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don\u2019t know that language.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But he had spoken it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Perfectly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen hid his concern carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because something impossible was happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And he feared the truth more each passing day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Eventually they reached Silverkeep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The hidden fortress of Aeric\u2019s surviving loyalists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thousands waited there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Knights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Farmers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Former royal guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n All staring at the child entering beneath dragon banners once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Some wept openly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because he truly looked like the dead king reborn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Captain Rowan approached slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then dropped to one knee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy prince.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n One by one, the others followed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash froze in panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m not a prince.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But nobody believed him anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n War returned quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric marched against Silverkeep with twenty thousand soldiers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The final battle for Valeris began beneath winter skies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash stood atop the fortress walls trembling while Dragonfang pulsed beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was still only seven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still frightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still a child pretending not to be terrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI can\u2019t do this,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen stood beside him silently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes,\u201d the old mage said sadly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou can.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The siege began at dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fire consumed the outer walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Men died screaming below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash watched in horror as soldiers slaughtered each other across frozen earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Dragonfang began glowing again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stronger than ever before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The voice returned inside Ash\u2019s mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not yet.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash grabbed the sword instinctively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And suddenly\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n he remembered everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not pieces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The throne room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The betrayal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the horrifying truth hidden all these years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash collapsed to his knees gasping violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen turned instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tears streamed down the child\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy father\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n His voice broke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe didn\u2019t die.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen froze completely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash looked up slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Terrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe became the sword.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Dragonfang erupted with blinding golden fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The battlefield vanished beneath radiant light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And a figure appeared beside Ash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Armored.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Burning with golden runes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n King Aeric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The dead king himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Soldiers across both armies stopped fighting instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric\u2019s face turned white with terror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric looked exactly as the legends remembered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But translucent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ancient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bound somehow to the glowing blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen staggered backward in disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou sacrificed yourself\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric\u2019s spirit turned toward him sadly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt was the only way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Eleven years earlier, mortally wounded during Malric\u2019s betrayal, Aeric used forbidden royal magic to bind his soul into Dragonfang before death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not to survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To wait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To protect his son when the time came.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sword had never been lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It had been searching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Searching for Ash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric screamed orders desperately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cKill them! KILL THEM!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But his soldiers no longer obeyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because the dead king stood before them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric turned toward his son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash trembled violently now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou were with me the whole time?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king smiled softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAs much as I could be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI thought I was alone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou never were.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Aeric knelt before his child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not as king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And for the first time in his life, Ash saw genuine love in someone who looked exactly like himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Aeric whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFor everything you lost.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash burst into tears instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The king embraced him carefully despite his spectral form.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Golden light surrounded them both.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Across the battlefield, hardened soldiers lowered weapons silently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Some cried openly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even Vaen turned away to hide his tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric backed away in panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is dark magic!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric rose slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\u201d the dead king replied calmly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is justice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The storm above Silverkeep finally began clearing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sunlight broke through clouds for the first time in days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Dragonfang lifted itself from Ash\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Floating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Burning brilliantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The ancient blade pointed directly toward Malric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The usurper king screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And ran.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He never reached his horse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The nobles behind him turned first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then his soldiers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then even his own royal guard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because the truth was undeniable now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Valeris had never betrayed its king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Its king had been betrayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric fell to his knees surrounded by the very men who once served him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026\u201d he whispered brokenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric approached silently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou stole my throne.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The usurper trembled violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou murdered innocent people.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric\u2019s glowing eyes darkened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou hunted my wife.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric collapsed fully now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI was afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The dead king stopped before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo was I.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Aeric looked toward Ash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the child understood instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This choice belonged to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not the dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The living.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash walked slowly toward the kneeling usurper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every soldier watched silently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Malric looked up desperately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe\u2019ll grow into another tyrant!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash tightened his grip on Dragonfang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then remembered his mother\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kindness is not weakness.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The child lowered the sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPrison,\u201d Ash said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gasps spread instantly across the battlefield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even Aeric looked surprised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash\u2019s voice trembled slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy father died because people chose revenge over mercy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked directly at Malric.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI won\u2019t become like you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n For several long seconds, nobody spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Aeric smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not proudly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Peacefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because in that moment, Ash became greater than the king before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The spirit of Aeric slowly began fading afterward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The golden light around him weakening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash panicked instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vaen stepped forward quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe magic is ending.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric knelt before his son one final time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou already know what matters most now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash grabbed him desperately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPlease don\u2019t go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pain crossed the king\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI never truly left.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n His glowing hand touched the child\u2019s forehead gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou carry me here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash cried openly now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don\u2019t want to lose you again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aeric smiled sadly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen live well enough for both of us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The light surrounding the dead king scattered slowly into golden embers drifting across the battlefield like fireflies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dragonfang dimmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And for the first time in eleven years\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n the kingdom finally knew peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Spring arrived months later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Valeris rebuilt slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not perfectly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But honestly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ash never took the throne immediately. 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