Realm of the Lost Light

Index

Prologue: The Lost Light

Chapter 1: A Whisper in the Woods

Chapter 2: The Crystal's Calling

Chapter 3: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 4: The Magi of Eldora

Chapter 5: Trials of the Arcane

Chapter 6: Allies and Enemies

Chapter 7: The Riddle of the Ruins

Chapter 8: Into the Abyss

Chapter 9: The Rising Storm

Chapter 10: The Final Convergence

Epilogue: A New Dawn

Prologue:The Lost Light

In the beginning, before the world fractured, there was only light—a boundless, radiant energy that breathed life into all things. It was said that this light, known as Luxis, flowed through the lands like rivers of pure power, sustaining both the earth and the heavens. But, as with all things of great beauty, it was coveted.

The kingdoms of old, mighty and prosperous, waged wars to control the Luxis. As greed consumed the hearts of kings and magi alike, the light began to wither. Darkness crept in slowly, seeping into the very bones of the world.

Until, one day, the light vanished entirely.

Legends speak of a chosen one, born in the shadow of the vanished light, destined to restore balance to the broken realms. But legends often lie, twisting with each retelling, and what was once believed fades like whispers on the wind.

Now, centuries later, the realms are on the brink of war once more, their leaders driven mad by the promise of the lost light's return. In the forests of Eldara, where the trees themselves seem to hum with ancient power, a forgotten prophecy stirs.

And thus, our story begins...

Chapter1: A Whisper in the Woods

The air in the Eldaran Forest was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Shae kept her footsteps light, her leather boots barely making a sound as they pressed into the moss-covered ground. She had long learned to move like a shadow through the woods, something that had earned her both respect and suspicion in her small village. Most people in Willowreach didn't bother with the forest—it was said to be cursed, after all.

But Shae didn't believe in curses. Not the kind the old women whispered about at least. She knew better. The forest wasn't cursed; it was alive. The trees spoke, though not in the way most would understand. It was more of a hum, a vibration in the air, something you could feel if you were still enough. She had been hearing it since she was a child.

Today, though, the hum was different. There was a sharpness to it, like the sound of a distant scream caught in the wind. Shae couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

She crouched low near the edge of a small clearing, her hand instinctively reaching for the knife at her belt. Her dark hair hung loose around her face, framing eyes that were sharper than most, always scanning, always searching. She listened.

At first, there was only the usual rustling—the flutter of wings from a startled bird, the faint creak of branches swaying in the wind. But beneath that, just faintly, there was something else. A murmur. No, a whisper. Words, maybe, but too faint to grasp.