Chapter 1:The prophecy

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The village of Dunmoor lay nestled in the verdant hills of Eldoria, its thatched rooftops and cobblestone streets a picturesque haven for its inhabitants. Aric, a young blacksmith's apprentice, wiped the sweat from his brow as he hammered away at a horseshoe in his mentor's forge. The clang of metal on metal echoed through the open doors, blending with the distant hum of village life.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forge, Old Gregor, the village blacksmith, approached Aric with a solemn expression. "Enough for today, lad. There's something I need to show you."

Curiosity piqued, Aric followed Gregor into the back room of the forge. The old man rummaged through a dusty chest, pulling out a weathered, leather-bound book. Its cover was adorned with strange symbols that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light.

"This book has been in my family for generations," Gregor said, his voice tinged with reverence. "It contains a prophecy—one that speaks of a great darkness and a chosen one destined to confront it."

Aric's eyes widened as he opened the book, his fingers tracing the intricate script. The words were written in an ancient language, but somehow, he could understand them. As he read, a sense of unease settled over him.

"Beware the shadows that creep and crawl, for they herald the return of the Forgotten. A hero shall rise from humble beginnings, wielding the power of light to banish the darkness."

Before Aric could ask more, a commotion erupted outside. He and Gregor rushed to the door, only to see a group of cloaked figures approaching the village , their intentions unclear.

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