The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening

The Chosen One

In the dead of night, Xavier found himself lost in a dream, one where he and Princess Jasmine enjoyed a romantic date under the stars. But before he could fully savor the moment, a soft, feminine voice echoed through his mind, calling his name over and over.

"Xavier... Get up... Go to the gate..."

The words were insistent yet cryptic. "Gate? What gate?" he murmured in his sleep. But before he could make sense of it, his eyes snapped open, his body drenched in sweat. His breath came in sharp gasps as he looked around, realizing King Alcmena was sleeping nearby, his massive form undisturbed.

Wiping his brow, Xavier grabbed his staff, using it to steady himself as he slowly stood up. Careful not to make a sound, he tiptoed away, each step measured as he ventured deeper into the cavernous hideout. He had seen a gate earlier—maybe that was the one the voice meant?

As he approached the stone archway, the voice grew clearer, almost urgent. "Open it."

Xavier hesitated for a moment before placing his palm against the cold surface. The moment he did, a pulse of energy surged through him. A low rumble echoed through the chamber as the massive doors slowly creaked open, revealing an ancient hall bathed in a soft, golden glow.

His breath hitched as he stepped inside. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings and shimmering Eldora runes, pulsating faintly with latent power. Seven colossal stone knights, each gripping a massive sword, stood watch over the chamber like eternal sentinels. But it wasn't them that drew his gaze—it was the sword.

At the heart of the chamber stood a divine longsword, its brilliance filling the entire space. Royal blue, gold, and crimson adorned its hilt and cross-guard, a ribbon of red elegantly wrapped around the handle. Eldoria runes shimmered across its blade, casting a warm, sacred light.

Xavier barely noticed the voice whispering again. "Go to it. Take it."

His feet moved of their own accord, drawn by an unseen force. As his fingers brushed against the hilt, a flood of visions crashed into his mind. A man and a woman—faces both familiar and unknown—laughing, dancing, holding a newborn child. Then, the hospital scene returned, the sorrow in the woman's eyes more profound than ever.

"Oh, how about we name our son Xavier?" she said with a loving smile.

Xavier's heart pounded. His name? Why? Who were they?

Reality snapped back as his fingers tightened around the sword. With a steady pull, he lifted the divine blade from the ground, its radiant glow intensifying. A voice, not the one from before, but a deep and knowing one, filled the chamber.

"I knew it!" King Alcmena's voice rang out, full of triumph.

Xavier turned, startled to see the Dragon King standing at the entrance, his eyes gleaming with pride. "I knew you were the one chosen by the Holy Sword, Excalibur!"

Xavier barely had time to process his words before dizziness overwhelmed him. His vision blurred, the sword's weight suddenly unbearable. The last thing he felt was the cold stone beneath him as he collapsed.

When Xavier awoke, the morning sun filtering into the cavern, he was greeted by the aroma of something delicious. His head throbbed, but the pain was nothing compared to the sight before him—King Alcmena sitting beside a feast of mouthwatering dishes.

"Good, you're awake," the Dragon King said, stirring a pot. "Go wash up in the lake. Breakfast is ready."

Xavier blinked, still groggy. "Wait... you cooked all this? I didn't know you could cook."

Alcmena smirked. "Of course I can. I just never needed to eat after becoming a Herrscher."

Xavier reached for a piece of bread, only for Alcmena to smack his hand away. "Not before you brush your teeth and bathe."