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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nAt the center of the throne room knelt a small orphan boy surrounded by chained priests holding silver ceremonial blades. Ancient glowing symbols burned across the black stone floor beneath him, illuminating his trembling face in pale silver light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child\u2019s name was Lucan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And for ten years, Dreadmoor believed he was cursed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mothers blamed him for stillborn children.
Farmers blamed him for dying harvests.
Priests blamed him for the darkness slowly spreading beneath the kingdom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even King Theron had once declared publicly:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo long as the cursed child breathes, Dreadmoor will suffer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Afterward, Lucan was imprisoned beneath the castle walls where sunlight never reached.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But old kingdoms often survive by sacrificing the innocent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And sometimes the lie becomes so ancient even kings forget it was ever a lie at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tonight was meant to end the curse forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The royal seal beneath the throne had begun cracking open for the first time in centuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dark smoke now poured steadily upward from the stone beneath the elevated throne platform while guards backed away nervously with hands gripping their swords.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobody knew what rested beneath Dreadmoor Castle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Only that the seal had remained closed for generations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And that every king before Theron ordered the same command repeated:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Protect the seal at all costs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Queen Elsinne stood beside the throne dressed in mourning black despite no funeral being called. Her pale fingers trembled visibly against the armrest while the priests prepared the execution ritual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEnd this now,\u201d she whispered shakily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The High Priest raised his silver blade above Lucan\u2019s head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thunder exploded across the mountains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the entire throne chamber shook violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nobles screamed as cracks spread across the glowing symbol beneath the child. Candle flames erupted sideways while the silver seal beneath the throne split open another inch with a deafening sound like stone screaming underground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old royal prophet suddenly staggered forward from the shadows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Blind in one eye. Because glowing marks had begun appearing across Lucan\u2019s hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ancient symbols.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The exact same markings carved into the sacred seal beneath the castle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prophet\u2019s breathing became uneven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The High Priest lowered his blade slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prophet fell to his knees before the child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe is not the curse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The words shattered the chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n King Theron rose instantly from the throne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prophet pointed toward Lucan with trembling hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe seal,\u201d he gasped. \u201cThe boy carries the seal itself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The black stone beneath the throne cracked wider.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A massive glowing gate slowly revealed itself beneath the castle floor, buried beneath centuries of stone and royal lies. Dark smoke poured upward from the opening while monstrous growls echoed from somewhere impossibly deep below the kingdom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Several nobles fled screaming toward the chamber doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Others collapsed into prayer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lucan stared toward the gate in horror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The symbols across his hands glowed brighter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prophet looked toward the King with tears in his remaining eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEvery generation,\u201d he whispered, \u201cone child is born carrying the sacred mark.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Queen Elsinne turned pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prophet continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey are hidden. Feared. Sacrificed before adulthood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The chamber became deathly still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because everyone suddenly understood the terrible truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The cursed children were never causing the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They were containing it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Theron descended slowly from the throne platform.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But his voice no longer sounded certain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prophet shook his head weakly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe gate beneath Dreadmoor was never meant to stay closed by stone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He pointed toward Lucan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt stays closed through blood.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The boy\u2019s breathing shook violently now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked toward the King with tear-filled eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou locked me underground because you thought I was dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Theron stopped several feet away from him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The old prophet\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWithout the seal-bearer alive, the gate opens completely.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another monstrous roar echoed upward from the darkness below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The throne chamber trembled again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stone dust rained from the cathedral ceiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Lucan whispered the sentence that drained every ounce of color from the King\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf I die\u2026 the gate opens.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence swallowed Dreadmoor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because only then did Theron remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not fully. Fragments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A hidden chamber years earlier. But Theron had buried the memory beneath fear and politics.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The kingdom needed someone to blame for its suffering. And now the truth stood kneeling before him in chains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The very boy he imprisoned had spent his entire life protecting the kingdom from what lived beneath it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gate cracked wider.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A massive claw briefly emerged from the darkness below before retreating again into smoke and fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The nobles screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Guards began abandoning their posts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Queen Elsinne grabbed the King\u2019s arm desperately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe have to flee.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n But Theron could not move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He stared only at Lucan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the frightened child who should have hated him more than anyone alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Yet despite everything\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gate still remained closed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because the boy still lived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prophet slowly approached Lucan and carefully removed the iron chains from his wrists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The glowing marks spread higher along the child\u2019s arms like burning silver veins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt hurts,\u201d Lucan whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prophet nodded sadly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt always does.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The King looked toward the child again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For years, he believed strength meant destroying fear before it spread.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now he understood the kingdom\u2019s greatest protection had never been soldiers or walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It had been a terrified orphan left alone beneath the castle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another violent tremor split the throne chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gate beneath Dreadmoor opened wider.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Shapes moved inside the darkness now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Huge. Theron drew his sword instinctively.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But the prophet stopped him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo steel forged by men can close what waits below.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The King\u2019s breathing turned uneven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen how do we stop it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The prophet looked toward Lucan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWith the living seal.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Queen Elsinne recoiled in horror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo. He\u2019s only a child.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lucan slowly stood for the first time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Though trembling, he stepped toward the gate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The silver markings across his skin illuminated the chamber brighter than the candles themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Theron suddenly grabbed the boy\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lucan looked up at him quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou were willing to kill me an hour ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The words cut deeper than any blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The King dropped to one knee before him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not as ruler to prisoner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As a broken man before a child he had failed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The confession barely sounded human inside the storm-filled chamber.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lucan stared at him silently for several seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, unexpectedly, he reached out and placed one glowing hand against the King\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The silver light spread instantly across the throne room floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gate trembled violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The monstrous growls below turned into furious screams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And slowly\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n The darkness began closing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Stone sealed itself across the opening inch by inch while the glowing symbols spread through the chamber like living fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The entire castle shook hard enough to crack pillars apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then suddenly\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The gate vanished completely beneath solid black stone once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every candle in the chamber extinguished at the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Darkness consumed Dreadmoor Castle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When the flames were relit moments later, the throne chamber stood silent beneath drifting smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The nobles remained frozen. 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Bent with age.
Terrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not clearly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His father speaking beside the old prophet.
A crying infant carried away beneath the castle.
The words:
Never let the marked child perish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cursed child became convenient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ancient.
Hungry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The priests knelt speechless.
The King still knelt where he had fallen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n