The Sword and Heir of Shadows

Chapter 1: The Doom Day.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the kingdom of Vorterra. What was meant to be a day of joyous celebration had transformed into a battleground, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning embers and the distant echoes of clashing steel. Blood splattered everywhere, and people who gave up their lives to save This Mighty Kingdom named Vorterra fell into the Abyss today.

Aldric, the Crown Prince, stood tall and resolute, his armour gleaming in the fading light. He was panting heavily after shielding himself from the attack his enemy made and the one who brought doom to his kingdom.

His Sapphire eyes looked into the eye of the enemy again

"I would not let you gain victory" He said,

and his Sword glistened again as a thunderous beam launched at the man standing against him, wrapped in dark clothes and a mask hiding his face, striking him with the beam.

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The clash between Thunder Warrior and Shadow had been a tempest of fury, their strikes echoing through the palace halls like thunder itself. But amid their battle, disloyalty had raised its ugly head. A trusted ally, someone who had fought alongside Aldric for years, a friend is said to be purer than blood, but someone dear to Aldric had turned cloak and plunged a dagger deep into his back. "You Deserve this," the man hidden in a cloak said,

Aldric coughed blood as his dagger tore his skin and made it to his vital organs, but the prince could not care less and he swung his sword once again despite his body giving up, his eyelids were heavy but the fire did not stop burning, he basked all his strength to hit the one he could not see, who was coward to show his face "Ahhhhhgh" he roared as he hit the man, but as soon as he got busy fighting a dark beam hit the Thunder Warrior. Aldric coughed heavy blood this time as he was injured again.

Dark clouds gathered, swirling tempestuous dance, Thunderheads would roll in, echoing the mighty clashes of his battles, each boom echoing the heartbeat of the kingdom.

A sudden, brilliant flash of lightning might streak across the heavens, burning the darkened sky, as if a final, defiant salute from nature itself. The following rain, heavy and unrestrained, would fall like tears, washing the land with a sorrowful release.

As the blade struck, Aldric's world shattered. The warrior has fallen down. His strength faltered, and he stumbled forward, his gaze looking for Seraphina's. In that moment, she saw the light in his eyes dim, and the promise of a lifetime together slipping away.

With a heart-wrenching cry, Seraphina rushed forward, her long hair, once bound in a queenly braid, now falling like a cascade of ebony silk around her. She reached out, her trembling hands cradling the fallen prince, their fingers entwining as if seeking solace in one another's touch.

Aldric's breaths came laboured, his voice barely a whisper as he mustered the strength to speak, As the life ebbed from his body, and he lay there, a valiant prince who had given his all to protect his kingdom, he turned to the enchantress, He offered a feeble smile, despite the pain and regret that gripped his heart. ""Forgive me," he murmured

"Seraphina, Oh.. you are so beautiful...My Muse" he smiled as a lone tear fell from his eye. Remember me, always." Counting his last breath all he wanted was to see her face. This face which held a smile illuminating his world was now crying rivers.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the dirt and sweat that spoiled her face. She nodded, her voice choked with grief.

The enchantress, her eyes brimming with tears, leaned close, her touch gentle as she cradled his face. "You have done more than enough, my love," she whispered, her voice filled with sorrow and love. "I will, my heart... forever."

She patted his face as he was closing his eyes and cupped his face to make sure he listened to her, she knew he was listening as he was still inhaling shallow breaths, she said "You'll look for me, you'll come looking for me, promise me"

Aldric's lips quivered as he made the promise, his voice filled with unwavering devotion, "I promise, my love. In this life or the next, I will find you."

And then, with a final exhale, Aldric's eyes closed, leaving a silence that seemed to stretch into eternity. Seraphina held him close, her heart breaking anew as she kissed his forehead, committing his features to memory.

The battlefield raged on around them, but in that sacred moment, the world seemed to fade away. The promise of a lifetime and eternal love had been cut short, leaving Seraphina to bear the weight of their shared dreams alone.

As the first stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, Seraphina gently laid Aldric down, a fierce determination settling in her gaze. She rose, her once-white gown now stained with the marks of battle, and turned to face the encroaching darkness.

With Aldric's memory as her beacon, Seraphina would honour his last request. She would protect their kingdom, and she would ensure that his legacy would live on in the hearts of

their people. The battle may have taken her love, but it would not take her spirit.

And so, with a resolve as unyielding as the strongest steel, Seraphina stepped back into the fray, The wedding had turned into a battle of blood, but she would fight on, for Aldric, for Vorterra, and for the love that would forever burn in her heart.

With their promise sealed, the enchantress drew upon her ancient magic, her eyes turning a blinding shade of white. A powerful aura enveloped Aldric's body, lifting him from the ground. A golden light began to emanate from him, its brilliance casting a warm glow over the battlefield.

The enchantress, her hands outstretched, guided the radiant energy, shaping it into a ball of pure golden light. This luminous sphere shimmered with an otherworldly beauty, pulsating with the essence of their love and the hope of a new beginning.

With a graceful motion, the enchantress transferred the golden orb of light into the womb of her trusted maiden, who stood beside her, the ideal of purity and devotion. The maiden's eyes glistened with awe and reverence as she accepted this sacred gift, the promise of a new life.

"I'll Trust you with this Nora, If you have ever considered me as your sister " She held onto her maiden's hand and looked at her , with an unspoken promise and the maiden knew what her master asked her to do ,she wiped her falling tears by back of her hand and she shut her eyes tightly while sobbing she nodded at her master.

The enchantress's magic completed its work, and Aldric's body gently descended to the ground, his expression peaceful as if he were in a deep slumber.