The legend of the sun-blessed child

Part I: Chapter zero

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From the light of the sun shall rise a child, blessed with strength but bound by fate. In the shadows where the light cannot reach, darkness will stir, and with it, a reckoning that not even the brightest can outrun. When the sun wanes and the winds change, a choice will be made—one that could bring salvation or the fall of all.

The kingdom of Corona had long basked in the warmth of peace and prosperity since the return of its lost princess, Rapunzel. Her reunion with her family and her marriage to Eugene Fitzherbert, the former thief turned Prince Consort, was a story of triumph, symbolizing a new dawn for the kingdom. The streets were filled with song and laughter, and Corona flourished in the years that followed. The magic of the sun drop, once the kingdom's greatest secret, had faded into legend. Yet, fate does not easily relinquish its hold on those touched by its power.

Rapunzel and Eugene's son, Flynn, was born into this golden age, but the day of his birth was far from ordinary. Under the light of a golden-pink dawn, a murmur of awe rippled through the palace as he entered the world with a head of shining, golden-blonde hair—eerily reminiscent of the magic that once flowed through Rapunzel. The joy that swept through Corona that morning was tinged with a quiet undercurrent of unease. The sun drop's legacy had not been forgotten.

Though the sun drop itself was long gone, its power had not fully vanished. Flynn, the heir to Corona, was the living proof of that truth. His golden hair, though shorter than his mother's had ever been, shimmered with a light that hinted at something more. As he grew, it became clear that the magic was alive in him. By the time he was ten, his abilities had become undeniable—strength beyond that of any normal child, speed that made him a blur in the palace gardens, and a resilience that made him nearly impervious to injury. The sun drop's gift had been passed down, and with it, a heavy burden.

But Flynn's childhood was far from solemn. He grew up in a palace filled with love and laughter, where his parents doted on him and his grandparents, King Frederic and Queen Arianna, spoiled him with tales of ancient adventures. His days were filled with exploration, his nights with dreams of heroics. Yet, through it all, one figure stood steadfast by his side—Abigail, or Aby, as he called her.

Aby was not of royal blood, but her spirit was no less noble. Dark-skinned and sharp-eyed, she had been adopted by Lord Hengel, the head of the royal council, after her parents were lost in a tragic accident. From the moment Aby and Flynn met as children, they became inseparable. Together, they were a force of nature—Flynn's boundless energy tempered by Aby's sharp mind and quick wit. Their bond deepened over the years, an unspoken promise between them that they would always face the world together.

As the years passed, Corona thrived, and Flynn and Aby grew into young adults, their friendship deepening with every passing day. But even in the bright glow of their bond, shadows began to stir.

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One autumn evening, Flynn and Aby stood at the edge of the palace gardens, the golden hues of sunset casting long shadows over the kingdom they both loved. The sky blazed in shades of red and violet as the last rays of sunlight kissed the river that wound through Corona.