Crownless King: The Heir of the Forgotten Throne
Secret Archive – The Crownless Prophecy
The moment Kael settled himself down upon the intricately carved throne within the enigmatic Vault, the very fabric of reality quivered, as if a subtle but profound shift had just taken place. It was an instant unparalleled, marked by an energy that rippled through the air, though at that time, Kael remained blissfully unaware of what had just transpired.
Little did he know, this was no ordinary throne; it was a monumental seat of power that harbored within its essence the ability to record time itself—not merely the happenings of the past, but also the prospects of the future. It chronicled destinies that had almost been realized, paths that had nearly unfurled, and potential realities that still held the possibility of coming to fruition. Within the depths of this extraordinary record, there existed a singular prophecy, inscribed in a mesmerizing interplay of flame and shadow—a testament to both hope and despair.
This prophecy was an ancient secret, one that had never found its way into the meticulously maintained archives of the Guild. It was a truth that was not uttered aloud in the hallowed halls of the temples, where prayers were offered and futures were contemplated. Yet, despite its obscurity, this prophecy resided quietly, pulsing with latent energy inside the very crown that Kael now wore upon his brow, a crown that seemed to be alive with its own breath of destiny.
And now, it resides deep within the very essence of Kael, intertwining with his spirit and shaping his destiny in ways he could never have imagined. This entity, once a mere whisper in the annals of ancient lore, has now taken up residence in his heart and mind, influencing his thoughts and actions with an unseen but palpable presence.
The ancient lines of prophecy, etched into the stone tablets of a long-forgotten civilization, articulated a foreboding vision that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to decode their meaning. They spoke of an impending darkness that would rise to challenge the light, a tumultuous time when the boundaries between good and evil would blur, and the fate of many would hinge on the choices of a single individual. The words seemed to pulse with an ominous energy, hinting at trials yet to come and the weight of responsibility that would soon rest on Kael's shoulders.
"When the sky forgets the stars,
and the last name fades from the stone,
a flame will rise with no master,
no throne,
no law.
They will call him lost—
but he will be the path."
This passage spoke of a time when the world would be shrouded in darkness, both literally and metaphorically. It hinted at an impending corruption of the ley lines that fed the realm with true magic, leading to an era where even the most steadfast of legacies would crumble to dust. The fate of what came next lay bound to a singular flame—Kael, who would rise in a chaotic world devoid of clear governance or guidance.
"A voice of ruin.
A hand of mercy.
A storm wrapped in flesh.
He will wear the crown, not above the world—
but beneath it.
Among ash and broken kings."
These lines painted a vivid portrait of a being who would embody dualities: destruction and salvation coexisting within the same soul. Kael would not merely preside over a throne in glory; rather, he would navigate the desolation of a world in ruins, a place littered with the remnants of shattered monarchs and lost hopes. His journey would not be one of triumph hailed from on high; instead, it would unfold beneath a starless sky, where his actions would resonate deeply in the ashes of those who had come before him.
"And when he meets the chained one…
The fire will split.
One shall burn the stars.
The other shall become the night."
The foreboding promise continued, hinting at a fateful encounter with another whose destiny was intertwined with his own. The chained one, Seyra Veynn, would emerge as a pivotal figure in this grand tapestry—her presence would serve as both a catalyst and a counterpart to Kael's tumultuous journey. In this prophetic climax, a fiery conflict would ensue, where one would rise in glory, illuminating the cosmos, while the other would succumb to shadow, embodying the vast void of the night.
"Only one will survive.
But both will be remembered.
Because to wear the crown…
is to die for a world that never deserved you."
In the end, the prophecy imparted a bitter truth—victory would come at a harrowing cost. Even as one ascended in glory, the echoes of the other would remain, a haunting reminder of what was sacrificed in the name of destiny. For to don the crown was not merely to assume power; it was to willingly embrace a fate fraught with tragedy and sacrifice, all for a world that may never recognize such sacrifice.
This enigmatic prophecy did not originate from the Guild; its roots stretched far deeper, entwined in the very essence of the world and the stories of its past. It had been etched into existence by the first Crownless, imbued with both foresight and determination, not as a dire warning but as a profound promise of what was to come.
"When the sky forgets the stars" draws attention to the insidious decay of the ley lines, a metaphor for the associated decline of true magic within the realms that once thrived.
"The flame will rise with no master" is a clear reference to Kael, the emerging hero—or perhaps anti-hero—who would stand at the center of this chaos.
"When he meets the chained one" brings Seyra Veynn into the fold, foreshadowing a necessary yet destructive clash.
Finally, the dichotomy of "One shall burn the stars. The other shall become the night." reflects the divergent paths that lie ahead for both Kael and Seyra, indicating that their destinies are forever intertwined.
Yet the essence of prophecy lies not in determining who is justified but rather in the survival of one over the other. Neither Kael nor Seyra can fully evade their predetermined fates—unless one of them exercises the courage to shatter the cycle that binds them.
The crown, with all its memories and burdens, holds sway over these events, and the constellations above, once blotted out by shadows, remain vigilant, ever-watchful of the unfolding drama below.
-End Of Side Story-