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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nThe capital walls trembled beneath distant siege fire as civilians flooded the upper gates carrying children, wounded relatives, and whatever pieces of their lives they could still lift. Cathedral bells rang endlessly across the city despite nobody remaining brave enough to believe salvation was coming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From atop the western wall, King Cedric watched the valley collapse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The royal knights around him were exhausted beyond speech. Blood stained their silver armor black beneath torchlight. Entire regiments had vanished during the northern retreat three days earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still the cursed army kept coming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every soldier slain simply rose again before sunrise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The kingdom had stopped calling it war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now they called it punishment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A wounded knight stumbled toward the king.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe eastern barricades have fallen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cedric closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was too young to look that tired.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow long before the gates break?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The knight hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBefore midnight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thunder rolled above the valley.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Far below the city walls, fleeing soldiers limped through the mud carrying broken banners from noble houses already erased from existence. Smoke consumed the horizon where villages burned across the coastline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then someone pointed toward the battlefield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A child walked through the ash alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first the soldiers thought he was lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He looked no older than twelve, wearing torn village clothing darkened by soot and rainwater. Bare feet pressed quietly through the ruined earth while cold wind swept across the valley hard enough to extinguish nearby torches one after another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy carried nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No sword.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No shield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not even fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A wounded knight near the gate shouted desperately toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll die out there!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child did not answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He kept walking toward the approaching dead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The soldiers along the wall exchanged uneasy glances. Something about the scene felt wrong in the way old prophecies feel wrong before they happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cursed army slowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not from hesitation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blue fire flickered violently inside the hollow eyes of the front ranks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chains rattled across black armor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy continued forward alone through the smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Beneath his feet, ancient dragon symbols hidden under centuries of dirt began glowing faintly across the battlefield stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nobody on the walls understood what they were seeing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Except one old priest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He dropped the sacred relic from his hands immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
King Cedric turned sharply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the old man only stared toward the child with widening horror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The symbols beneath the valley floor had belonged to the First Dynasty \u2014 the royal bloodline destroyed centuries before the kingdom of Eldrath even existed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or so history claimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy finally stopped walking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Directly before the endless horde of cursed soldiers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Complete silence consumed the battlefield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even the thunder seemed to retreat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thousands of undead warriors stood motionless beneath the burning sky while chains swayed softly across their armor in the cold wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child took one step forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Golden light exploded across the valley.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The shockwave split the battlefield apart hard enough to shatter siege towers and throw armored soldiers violently onto the ground. Cracks spread through the earth beneath the cursed army like fractures across glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Knights along the city walls shielded their eyes immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Several collapsed outright from the force.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The dead froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every single one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blue fire inside their eyes flickered violently while ancient symbols ignited across the fortress walls behind the king one after another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cedric stared down at the battlefield in disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cImpossible\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child\u2019s eyes glowed gold beneath the storm-dark sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Invisible force spread outward from his body in waves powerful enough to bend shattered spears and tear banners loose from stone towers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the front line of the cursed army dropped to their knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Perfectly synchronized.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thousands of rusted swords struck the ground simultaneously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cracks spread across their black armor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Blue fire erupted outward from inside their bodies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The royal soldiers along the walls stumbled backward in terror.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not because the dead were attacking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because the dead were obeying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy remained completely still in the center of the battlefield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Like someone remembering himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Far beneath the valley floor, something ancient awakened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ground trembled violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A gigantic shadow slowly rose behind the frozen army.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first the soldiers believed it was smoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the shape unfolded wings larger than fortress towers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dragon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not flesh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not entirely spirit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something between memory and judgment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Its enormous form towered above the battlefield while burning blue eyes opened across the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cursed army bowed their heads lower instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A deep voice echoed across the valley.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe true heir has returned.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Panic swept the city walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Several knights fell to their knees believing the end of the kingdom had arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
King Cedric remained frozen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because somewhere beneath the terror, recognition stirred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child standing below resembled the old portraits hidden beneath the royal cathedral. Portraits forbidden from public view after the War of Ashes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same bloodline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cedric looked toward the old priest slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The priest\u2019s voice trembled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe First Dynasty was never destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Long ago, before Eldrath existed, the Dragon Kings ruled the western kingdoms through sacred bloodlines bound to ancient creatures sleeping beneath the mountains. According to legend, their final heir vanished during a civil war that ended with the old capital burning beneath dragonfire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
History claimed the child died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But history belonged to the survivors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And survivors often rewrite graves into victories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Below the walls, the boy slowly raised his head toward the massive shadow behind the cursed army.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the first time, fear crossed his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not fear of death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fear of understanding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The dragon spirit lowered itself closer toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou carry his soul.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child whispered weakly, \u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The battlefield shook again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe last king.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Memories struck him instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not visions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Memories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A burning throne room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A woman screaming beneath collapsing stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A crown covered in blood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And a man kneeling before dragonfire while soldiers betrayed him from behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy staggered backward gasping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The golden light surrounding him pulsed violently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
King Cedric suddenly understood the truth with cold horror spreading through his chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cursed army had never marched to destroy Eldrath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They marched searching for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The heir.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The last surviving blood of the old dynasty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The child looked toward the city walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Toward the terrified civilians watching him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Toward the soldiers preparing to kill him if necessary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And despite everything, he saw fear instead of hatred.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That changed something inside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The dragon spirit studied him carefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe throne belongs to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy looked down at his empty hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want a throne.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence spread across the valley.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even the cursed army remained motionless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because power had heard honesty for the first time in centuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The dragon spirit lowered its massive head closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is why it will follow you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The golden force surrounding the child surged outward again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But this time it felt different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gentler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The blue fire inside the cursed soldiers began fading one by one across the battlefield. Rusted armor collapsed empty into the ash as the ancient curse binding them finally broke apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thousands of dead warriors simply disappeared into drifting light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not destroyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Released.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The royal army stared in stunned silence as the endless horde dissolved before their eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The war ended without another sword being raised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Atop the wall, King Cedric slowly removed his crown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because for the first time in generations, Eldrath stood before its true ruler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not chosen by conquest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not chosen by birth alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chosen by the dead themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Below the blood-red sky, the orphan child remained standing alone at the center of the battlefield while the ancient dragon bowed behind him and the broken kingdom of Eldrath finally remembered the bloodline it had tried to bury forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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