FULL STORY: The Sacred Crown. D79
For thirty-eight years, the crown had remained silent. Not once. Not for kings crowned in gold. Not for queens wrapped in mourning silk. Not for victorious generals…
The Sword of Eldrath
Stormlight flashed across the towers of Eldrath like cracks splitting open the heavens themselves. Rain hammered the black cathedral roofs of the royal citadel while thunder rolled…
The Blade Beneath Blackthorn
The cathedral beneath Blackthorn Castle was never meant to be found by ordinary men. Buried deep below the fortress cliffs where the Atlantic sea crashed endlessly against…
The Beast Beneath Velmora
The forest surrounding Velmora had not belonged to men for a very long time. Even before the kingdom collapsed into civil war, travelers avoided the black woods…
Part 2 – THE QUEEN DROPPED HER GOBLET AFTER SEEING THE LITTLE BOY
The royal banquet hall of Ashkar glowed like a sea of fire beneath thousands of golden candles. Crystal chandeliers shimmered above marble pillars wrapped in silver dragon…
Part 2 – THE POOR BOY FORBIDDEN TO HOLD A SWORD
Snow fell on Ashkar the morning the kingdom tried to laugh a child out of destiny. It came down in soft white sheets over the royal plaza,…
The Beggar Boy Beneath the Rain. The Throne Remembered His Name.
Cold rain hammered the slums of Ashkar so fiercely that the narrow alleys looked like rivers of black mud flowing beneath the dying light of dawn. The…
The King Had Seen That Sword Stance Once Before. The Last Man Who Used It Had Died Twenty Years Ago.
The royal hall of Ashkar glittered like a sea of molten gold beneath hundreds of hanging chandeliers. Candlelight danced across polished marble floors while musicians played sharp,…
The Boy Who Walked Through the King’s Locked Door. The Kingdom Was Never the Same Again.
The first thing King Alaric felt every morning was hatred. Not toward his enemies. Not toward the nobles whispering behind silk sleeves. Not even toward the gods…
The Sword Chose the Boy Before His Execution
The rain over Darkmoor Castle always felt colder on execution days. Perhaps it was the wind rising from the northern cliffs below the fortress walls. Or perhaps…