1300 Years Later
Present Day
Long ago, a man stood alone against an army of death. He fought like an immovable rock—fearless and unshaken. He single-handedly destroyed entire legions, and the world called him The Knight of the Dead. He banished the darkness and put it to sleep forever.
His name was Norm.
Legend says that after the great battle of death, Norm set out to find a peaceful land. He found one and named it Norm's Valley. For years, he lived there in peace, untouched by evil. He died of old age—a true warrior to the end.
Beside him stood Thoms, the second strongest warrior of that era. He fought countless battles shoulder to shoulder with Norm, raising armies and defending the land. Together, they defeated the Shadow Master in their final war. The kingdom was later named after Thoms, and like Norm, he too passed away peacefully in old age.
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Over the centuries, Norm's Valley grew vast. As the land united, it became known as The Kingdom of Norm, named in honor of its founder. Generation after generation preserved the peace and culture Norm had left behind.
Knights trained daily on the fields, dueling with honor. Farmers worked hard, and the lands bore fruit—both literally and spiritually. It was a happy kingdom, full of love, kindness, and a lasting legacy.
But peace, like all things, is never eternal...
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A boy lay sleeping in a quiet house. His face drenched in sweat, his dreams disturbed.
A voice whispered in his mind—a chilling voice:
"Find me... before it's too late..."
The boy gasped and jolted awake, breath short, eyes wide with fear.
"Maa!" he called out, searching frantically.
He wandered through the house and eventually stepped outside. There, under the old tree where the family often spent their evenings, sat his loved ones.
It was dawn. The sun shone brightly before setting. Birds mimicked the sound of peace as they flew home.
"You're awake, my son!" said his mother, her voice full of warmth.
"Come here, Aron," his father called.
The boy walked over and sat beside him. His father offered him a glass of water, which Aron drank quietly.
The sunset cast a golden-orange glow over the river, and a soft breeze stirred the boy's hair. For a moment, everything was calm...
But suddenly, the voice returned. A sharp whisper, piercing his thoughts. His head throbbed, and—
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Aron woke up again, this time in his chamber—inside the castle his father ruled.
His father, Agarth Braith, was known across the lands as The Wing of Justice. His mother, Queen Milda, was a symbol of kindness and grace.
He had a younger brother, Kyle, and a little sister, Maria.
Aron got out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and opened the door to find his family. As he walked, he came across Kyle.
Aron: "Kyle, do you know where Dad is?"
Kyle: "Yeah, he's at the camp, discussing something."
Aron: "Well, guess I'll have to wait then."
Kyle (smirking): "Why wait when you can fight me?"
Aron: "You sure?"
Kyle: "I was born ready."
Both boys, around 8 years old, made fighting stances and began to duel—until—
"Stop it, you two!" their mother scolded them. They turned to her with innocent smiles. Moments later, their father appeared.
"Look at these two warriors," Agarth laughed, grabbing them both in a warm embrace. "Where's Maria?"
"Still sleeping," Kyle replied.
Agarth nodded and turned toward the camp.
"Let's go home," he said.
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Back home, the family gathered around. The scent of wood and sand filled the room as Kyle played and Aron sat quietly beside his mother, lost in thought.
Agarth: "What are you thinking about, my son?"
Aron: "I'm hearing... a call."
Agarth: "A call?"
Aron: "Yes. In my dreams. A voice said: 'Find me before it's too late.'"
Agarth paused. "You're just imagining things," he said gently, though concern lingered in his eyes.
He stood and began preparing for a journey.
Milda: "How long will you be gone?"
Agarth: "Maybe months."
The children gathered around him.
Kyle (grinning): "You're going to the Kingdom of Thoms?!"
Aron (concerned): "Come home quickly, okay?"
Agarth (chuckling): "Of course. You can count on your old man. And when I return, I'll teach you swordsmanship."
Aron (eyes lighting up): "Really?!"
Agarth: "Sure, sure. Now let me go—I have to see my daughter too."
He walked over to sleeping little Maria, only 4 years old, kissed her gently, and said his goodbyes.
With his team ready, Agarth mounted his horse. From the window, his family watched.
Kyle & Aron: "Come back quickly!"
Agarth (smiling): "I will."
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To Be Continued...