**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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As the afternoon sun began its descent, King Eirian summoned his elite soldiers to the castle grounds.
The air buzzed with anticipation as they gathered, their armor gleaming in the waning light, and stood at attention, awaiting their kings order.
King Eirian stood tall, his regal presence commanding respect. His gaze swept over the assembled soldiers, each one handpicked for their skill and loyalty.
"Prepare to accompany Prince Lyxander, Master Ellias, and Princess Lyra to the temple," he instructed, his voice firm and clear.
"The time has come for the ritual that will awaken Prince Lyxander's magic affinity. Ensure their safety and the success of this crucial journey."
The soldiers nodded, understanding the gravity of their mission. This was no ordinary escort; it was a sacred duty to protect the prince and support the significant ritual ahead.
Prince Lyxander, dressed in ceremonial robes, appeared from the castle, his expression a mix of determination and curiosity.
Master Ellias, carrying ancient scrolls walked beside him while Princess Lyra followed closely her eyes reflecting both concern and pride.
With their horses ready they set out from the castle gates. The journey to the renowned Sanctum of Celestial Light was at the foot of Mount Urel ahead of them.
The elite soldiers flanked the royal party, their faces set in determined expressions.
The hooves of the horses clattered against the cobblestone path creating a rhythmic sound that echoed through the castle courtyard.
The path was long and winding, snaking through dense forests and rolling hills.
As they ventured further from the castle, the scenery unfolded like a painting with the lush landscape bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon.
Fields of wildflowers stretched out on either side and their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the dark green of the surrounding woods.
Birds chirped melodiously from the treetops as their songs mingling with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
As they traveled the air grew cooler and the shadows lengthened.
The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting an amber glow over the landscape.
The sense of purpose and the weight of the impending ritual hung over the group. Each member feeling the solemnity of the task ahead.
The rhythmic clopping of the horses' hooves was the only sound that broke the silence, a steady reminder of the journey's progress.
Prince Lyxander rode with a sense of anticipation, his eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of Mount Urel.
His mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions. The majestic mountain stood tall and imposing against the horizon, its peak shrouded in a veil of mist.
