Karl's eyes snapped open, his hear racing from the familiar nightmare.
The Black Flame's blade slicing through his parents, their scream echoing through the Stormhearth mountains.
He sat up rubbing the weariness from his eyes.
The dim light of dawn crept through the small window of his quarters, causing a pale glow on the stone walls.
These dreams had plaqued him since childhood, a constant reminder of his loss.
At 17, Karl has grown accustomed to the weight of responsibility, training tirelessly to Jones his skills as a warrior.
Karl rode from his bedroll, joining his fellow warriors in the training grounds.
The crisp morning air carried the scent of dew-kissed grass and the sound of clashing steel.
Their instructor, Thorne, barked orders as they practiced swordplay and shield work.
Karl's movement were fluid, honed from years of training.
The rush of adrenaline and the thrill of competition fueled his training.
While he trained, Karl's thoughts drifted to his dreams.
Lately, they have grown more vivid, filled with images of a silver-eyes girl and an ancient magic stirring — These dreams are a more recent development.
He couldn't shake of the feeling that these dreams were more than just nightmares.
A strange sensation, stirred within him, like embers glowing to life.
It was as if his very being was awakening to a call he couldn't hear.
After training, Karl approached Thorne.
"Sir, may I ask you something?" Thorne nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"What is it, Karl?"
"Sir, have you ever heard of.... visions or prophecies related to the Moonwitch?" Karl asked, trying to gauge Thorne's expression.
"Shhhh... Thorne replied while scanning the surroundings". His expression eventually turned serious as he leaned closer. "We have heard rumors of the prophecy, Karl. Some say the Moonwitch will bring great change — The end or the beginning. Although nothing has been confirmed, but do not let those cloaked men "while motioning for Karl to look ahead" to hear about the Moonwitch from you.
As Karl stared at the cloaked men with mounted horses passing, his mind whirled with possibilities.
Could his dreams be connected with this prophecy?
He thought about the silver-eyed girl, the ancient magic, and nd the sense of destiny that lingered within him.
While walking away, he felt the stirring within him grow stronger, like a heartbeat in his chest.
The wind howled through the Stormhearth's mountains, carrying whispers of ancient secrets.
Karl felt the wind's caress, like a gentle nudge towards his destiny.
With a sense of purpose, Karl quickened his pace.
He would uncover the truth about these dreams and the Moonwitch, and find a way to avenge his parents death.
The unknown beckoned and Karl was ready to face it.
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Karl's footsteps echoed through the misty moutainside village as he made his way towards the elder's hut.
The scent of burning sage and tea wafted through the air, calming his racing thoughts.
He sought wisdom and guidance, hoping to unravel the mysteries of his dreams and the Moonwitch prophecy.
The elder, a wise and aged warrior with piercing blue eyes, listened intently as Karl shared his experiences.
The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on the walls as the elder nodded thoughtfully.
"The Moonwitch's return is shrouded in legend, Karl," the elder said, his voice low.
"Some say she would bring balance, while some Chaos. Your dreams might hold significance, but we need to understand their meaning".
Karl's determination grew, fueled by the elder's words. "I'll dreams mean and what role I play in this prophecy."
The elder's expression turned serious.
"Be cautious, Karl. The path ahead is treacherous. Seek allies, hone your skills, and trust your instincts. The Black Flame won't hesitate to strike."
After Karl left, the elder looked towards the sky — It has begun.
With newfound resolve, Karl set out to prepare for the challenges that lay ahead. He trained harder, forging alliances with fellow warriors.
The stirring within him grew stronger, guiding him toward his destiny.
As Karl walked through the village, he felt an inexplicable pull toward the eastern mountains.
A hidden path, veiled by mist and legend, beckoned him. The wind whispered secrets in his ear, and Karl's heart pounded with excitement and trepidation. What secrets lay hidden in the eastern mountains?
With a deep breath, Karl looked through the hidden path. He hesitated for a moment, considering the hidden path.
But something about it felt uncertain, and he decided to head back home instead. As he walked, the village came into view, and he felt a sense of comfort and familiarity.
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Far away in the wysteria peaks, the Black Flame conveyed beneath the burning sigil of their creed.
Braziers hissed with black fire, casting twisted shadows over Stone-carved faces of forgotten gods.
The high seer knelt before the Flame Altar, blood staining her fingertips as she chanted in an ancient tongue.
Before her, the silver basin rippled once more.
The high seer's changing grew louder, her voice weaving a dark spell that seemed to draw the very fabric of reality closer to the Flame Altar.
The black fire from the braziers danced in sync with her words, casting an eerie glow.
The high seer's eyes stained, her fingers trembling as she gazed into the silver basin. But instead of visions, the surface remained still, reflecting only her own desperate gaze.
"The child is hidden", she hissed.
A voice, smooth and cold, echoed from behind her.
"Find her, we need to find her...", they repeated, their voice dripping with urgency. "The child holds the key to our power, and we will stop at nothing to claim it".
The high seer's eyes darted towards the voice, a mixture of fear and determination etched on her face.
"I will find her," she vowed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But the threads of fate are complex...i need more time".
The leader's gaze fell upon the high seer, their eyes piercing. "Time is a luxury we no longer have," they said, their voice devoid of emotions.
"Find the child, or face the consequences."
"I understand ",she nodded, her voice barely audible....