CURSED SWORD

CH-1 The Story Of Sword 🗡️

The Harmony Dominion, currently immersed in great joy, was once surrounded by vast jungles with other distant realms approximately 200 kilometers away. The surroundings of this dominion were nothing but jungles, and there were at least two other neighboring realms. The term "dominion" in this context implies another empire.

The current ruler of this empire is King Aurelius Embercrest, and his wife is Seraphora. They have a son named Reynold Embercrest, who is expected to become the future ruler of the empire. Reynold, at the age of 5, is still very young.

The Embercrest lineage is ancient, boasting a history of at least 2000 years, as per the jests of the queen. The family has ruled over the Harmony Dominion for the past 2000 years, according to the king.

The main entrance of the empire features two enormous creatures resembling giants, wielding large wooden clubs. However, these seemingly foolish beings do no harm because they are enchanted by Mystic Elderblaze. Mystic Elderblaze is a mystical, elder wizard-like being, about 200 years old, wielding a large staff. Despite their appearance, these creatures are incredibly powerful and protect the entrance by casting spells on potential threats.

Beyond the entrance lies a tiered society, with common dwellings at the bottom and a grand palace at the top of a hill where the king, queen, and their noble family reside.

Just then, a carriage arrived through the gates, driven by a young man. The carriage, adorned in golden hues, suggested a city patrol, traversing the entire city. Although I couldn't discern the details accurately, a woman sat inside, her head covered with some fabric - possibly a cloth.

The carriage then began ascending the hill where a magnificent palace stood. The surroundings were lush and magical, with enchanting plants adding to the beauty. After a while, the carriage reached its destination - a massive wooden door guarded by imposing figures.

As the carriage driver steadied the vehicle, the door opened, revealing a stunning woman. She wore an elaborate gown, secured with a large golden belt around her waist. Her upper body was partially covered by a transparent fabric, and her long, dark hair framed her face. Her brown eyes and rose-like lips added to her captivating beauty.

As the door opened, the woman gracefully stepped out, heading towards the marvel in front - a spectacular palace that seemed to enchant the very air around it. The carriage driver followed closely behind. The woman moved with delicate grace, and the carriage driver, chanting prayers for the safety of his mistress, echoed her steps.

"Our mistress, always be safe, our queen be protected," chanted the guards. The woman, casting a gentle smile towards them, replied, "As long as loyal and kind-hearted souls like you remain, my queen shall be safe. No harm shall befall her."

The woman's words were laced with an intoxicating sweetness, and her demeanor exuded warmth and compassion, as though every utterance carried a wave of empathy. She was a queen, radiating a regal aura.

With a final glance back at her guardians, she approached the palace gates. "May our queen always be safe," whispered the guards. As the doors swung open, the brilliance of the palace interior flooded the surroundings, revealing a realm of light and opulence within.

The woman continued walking, approaching a grand throne placed at the forefront. The steps leading to it were crafted from pure white marble, undoubtedly a symbol of the royal lineage. As she ascended, the intricate design revealed the nobility entrenched in every detail.

Upon reaching the throne, the woman gracefully seated herself. The throne seemed to be a masterpiece, crafted from pristine white marble, undoubtedly a testament to the royal heritage. The woman, whom we now know as Queen Seraphora, surveyed the surroundings and then proceeded up a staircase made of the same elegant marble.

Upon entering the palace, she observed several more staircases and rooms. However, her destination seemed to be a particular chamber. As she approached, a small, five-year-old boy came rushing out, exclaiming, "Mum!" The child attempted to hug her tightly, and the woman immediately embraced him, sitting down as he clung to her.

"My Prince, what were you doing? Why aren't you asleep yet?" the woman, Queen Seraphora, inquired. We now understand that the little boy is the future prince, Reynold Embercrest.

"Mum, I couldn't sleep. Where were you? You're not back yet?" the young prince questioned. It became evident that he was accustomed to his mother's bedtime stories.

"Sorry, my dear. I got delayed. But, do you want to hear a story tonight?" the queen proposed.

"Yes, but not a boring one, Mum. Tell us something exciting tonight," Prince Reynold insisted.

"Alright, my love. However, for that, both of us need to get into bed. Come, my prince, let's go to bed," she said. The queen gently placed the young prince in bed, tucking him in, and then laid down beside him, wrapping her arm around him.

"Okay, the story might be a bit long, but it's a good one. Ready to listen?" the queen asked, seeing the excitement on the prince's face.

"Yes, Mum," replied Prince Reynold eagerly.

"Okay," the queen smiled and began her tale.

" Once upon a time, there were no gods except God Aetherius and his wife, the goddess Celestiria. From their days, our world, Exynthra, was born, a world that continued to burn with the flames of creation. However, alongside the birth of goodness, emerged the birth of evil. A boy, seemingly ordinary like any of us, delved into dark and mysterious magic, discovering immense power and raising a song of rebellion against the gods. His name, hmm, I seem to have forgotten. Ah, yes, his name was Lord Vorthrax. People say he was incredibly powerful.

Good people started to die, and evil began to spread. It was then that three mighty wizards and two sorceresses decided to take action and vowed to destroy the evil sorcerer together.

The first witch was named Morgana Shadowmeld, and her step-sister Valeria Emberhex, along with their three wizard companions: Thaddeus Stormcaller, Alaric Starcaster, and Eldric Shadowflame.

Performing a powerful ritual, they infused all their powers and sacrifices into a sword. However, in the process, they also lost their lives. That sword eventually fell into the hands of their ally, Rowan Ironhaven. The once-powerful villain, Lord Vorthrax, became even more formidable. He created a magic that brought everyone under his control. In the final battle, after losing the sword in his heart, he didn't die; he vanished, losing all his powers.

"Ohhh my god," the prince exclaimed. "What happened next, Mum?"

"The battle ended, but humanity suffered. Due to cultural differences, borders were drawn, dividing our world. Families emerged from every region, and five empires were established.

Our family ruled over the Harmony Dominion, creating borders and establishing our own empire.

In the Malevolent Dominion of Eldrakar, where the dangerous sorcerer ruled, the Darkthorn family rose to power and still governs today.

The Celestial Enclave is under the rule of the Astralborn family, an empire in its own right.

The Vortarian Empire is governed by the Regalcrown family.

And in the Zephyrthal Empire, the Silvercrest family holds sway.

However, these families, including ours, have not yet made peace with each other. They are engaged in mutual hostilities, each empire possessing its unique characteristics."

"How is the story?" the queen asked, but her sentence remained unfinished.

But the prince had not yet fallen asleep.

"My dear prince, has fallen asleep," the woman whispered to herself. Afterward, she too drifted into slumber.

TO BE CONTINUE......