The legend of the sun-blessed child

Part I: Chapter I

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In the wake of a golden age for the kingdom of Corona, Flynn, the son of Rapunzel and Eugene, was born under extraordinary circumstances, imbued with the remnants of the sun drop's magic. His childhood was filled with love and adventure, especially alongside his best friend, Abigail (Aby), who brought balance to his boundless energy. However, as they grew older, shadows began to stir, hinting at a darker fate ahead. One fateful autumn evening, while standing at the edge of the palace gardens, Flynn and Aby sensed an unsettling change in the air—a portent of impending doom. As unnatural storms began to engulf the kingdom, they witnessed their home descend into chaos. Despite the extraordinary powers Flynn possessed, he was rendered helpless as a cataclysmic force swept through the castle, tragically claiming the lives of his grandparents, King Frederic and Queen Arianna. In a desperate bid for survival, Flynn and Aby fled on a ship, but their escape was marred by the awakening of a colossal sea monster, summoned by Flynn's uncontrolled powers. As the ship shattered beneath the creature's might, Flynn found himself plunged into the depths of the ocean, alone and terrified.

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The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the vast shelves of the royal library, where Flynn and Aby had snuck in after a long day of playing outside the palace walls. They weren't supposed to be there—especially not in the older, dustier section where ancient texts and forgotten scrolls lay hidden from the world. But Flynn's curiosity, matched only by Aby's adventurous spirit, had led them to explore deeper into the darkened rows of towering bookshelves.

"Look at this one," Aby whispered, pointing to a large, leather-bound book with strange, gold markings on its cover. It sat high on a shelf, wedged between volumes that looked like they hadn't been touched in decades.

Flynn, ever eager to impress Aby, climbed onto a chair and stretched his arm to grab it. The moment his fingers touched the book, a strange warmth spread through his hand. He glanced at Aby, who watched with wide eyes, intrigued by the mysterious tome.

Pulling it down, Flynn set the heavy book on a nearby table. Its cover was cracked and worn, but the symbols gleamed faintly in the candlelight. Aby traced her finger over the strange writing, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"What do you think it says?" Flynn asked, his voice low, as if speaking too loudly would disturb whatever ancient secret the book held.

Before Aby could answer, the door creaked open, and Queen Arianna's familiar figure appeared in the doorway. Flynn's heart jumped in his chest, thinking they were about to be scolded for venturing into forbidden territory. But the Queen's face softened into a smile when she saw them.

"I thought I might find the two of you here," she said, her voice gentle. She walked toward them, her gown trailing softly behind her as she approached the table. Her eyes fell on the old book, and for a moment, something dark flickered in her gaze.

"What is this?" Aby asked, always the bolder of the two, her curiosity unquenchable.

Queen Arianna sighed, sitting beside them. She placed a hand on the book, her touch soft and reverent. "This is a very old book," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "A relic from a time when Old Corona was very different. It's filled with prophecies—stories, some might say—that were passed down from generation to generation."