Tale of Two Brothers [The Throne Saga]

Dreamer

In the heart of Helios, there was a cabin that housed Ray'Daniel, a young boy on the brink of adulthood, surrounded by whispering woods. One stormy night, while the world outside raged, Ray'Daniel's mind wandered into the realm of dreams. In this surreal experience, he witnessed a catastrophe that would be forever etched in the history of Alos.

Suspended in the air by a battlefield that extended endlessly across Helios, Ray'Daniel surveyed a scene of chaos and ruin. The sky appeared to grieve as it unleashed torrents of rain mixed with the blood of innumerable warriors beneath. The land of his birth was unrecognizable, turned into a crucible of conflict where the forces of magic and steel battled fiercely.

The air was thick with the scent of magic and metal. Arcane energies crackled across the battlefield, unleashed by sorcerers whose chants rose above the din of battle, their gestures weaving spells of destruction and protection. Warriors in gleaming armor charged through the mire, their blades meeting with the flash of enchanted shields, while mythical beasts summoned from the depths of imagination roared, lending their might to the fray.

Amid this chaos, a figure of singular purpose and power carved a path through the enemy lines. This warrior, clad in armor that shimmered with a light otherworldly, wielded a sword that danced with flames, each strike cleaving through the darkness and sowing light in its wake. Around this beacon of hope, the tide of battle shifted, yet with every foe defeated, the sorrow of loss grew heavier, a testament to the warrior's solitary burden.

As a silent observer, Ray'Daniel felt a pull towards the warrior, a connection that transcended the bounds of his dream. As he descended towards the melee, the very fabric of the battlefield seemed to respond to his presence. The ground beneath the combatants quaked, and vines erupted from fissures in the earth, entwining soldiers in their grasp and halting their advance.

But before he could set foot upon the sodden earth, a voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the chaos, halting him in his spectral descent. "Remember, Ray'Daniel of Helios, what you witness here. This dream is a shadow of what may come, a warning of the darkness that seeks to engulf your world."

As the clash of swords and the screams of the fallen faded, the image of the brave warrior slowly dissolved into the misty veil of the dream world. Ray'Daniel felt himself being gently drawn back to reality, the vibrant battlefield details gradually giving way to the soft embrace of the waking world.

He awoke startled, the tranquility of his cabin a stark contrast to the stormy vision of war that had consumed him. The storm outside had subsided, leaving only the gentle patter of rain against the window, a soothing counterpoint to the turmoil of his dream. Ray layed there in the dim light of dawn, the echoes of the dream lingering in his mind, a haunting prelude to a destiny yet unwoven.

Ray'Daniel was sure that his dream was not just a product of his imagination. He believed that it was a call to action, urging him to follow a path that was connected to the fate of Helios and the surrounding realms.

As Ray'Daniel struggled to shake off the remnants of the dream, the rain outside intensified, its rhythm against the cabin growing more frantic, as if reflecting the turmoil within his heart. In the midst of this escalating storm, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside, the silhouette of his brother, Ra'Hashmel, cutting through the dimness of the early dawn.

Ra'Hashmel, one year older than Ray, bore the weight of their shared lineage in stark contrast to Ray. Where Ray's hair shimmered with the light of platinum blonde, reminiscent of the sun's embrace, Ra's locks were as dark as the night, a mirror to the depth of his eyes and the shadows that lingered in his past. The brothers, born of the same father but to different mothers, were a study in contrasts, not only in appearance but in the worlds they carried within them.