The hall of Veltos Castle was silent, save for the faint cries of the newborn. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting long shadows that danced across the banners of the kingdom. On this night, the royal welcomed a child, the third son of the King, a prince who would unknowingly set the wheels of fate into motion.
The priests has gathered, their faces solemn, lips moving in prayers no one else could understand. One among them, the eldest stopped suddenly,his eyes widening as if a ghost had crossed his path.
"This child..." he murmured, voice trembling,"The prophecy..."
The king seated upon his grand throne,frowned."What is it?" he demanded, though there was a flicker of fear in his eyes.
The priest took a slow breath, his hands shaking as he clutched a scroll."The stars do not favor him. The gods themselves whisper.. the third prince... should not exist."
A fush fell over the hall. The queen gasped, clutched her chest, her fingers trembling."What do it mean?"
"The child carries a fate that may bring ruin...or power beyond measure. I do not know which," the priest replied."But signs are clear.This boy..." His voice faltered. "...he must not live among the thorne's shadow."
Theking's jaw tightened.He had expected this. Whispers of the prophecy had reached him long before the birth. But a father's heart does not bend to star."No priest or prophecy will Devi the life of my son,"