Novean, once a symbol of strength and immortality, carries a heart filled with sorrow and anger. After losing his family to a cruel twist of fate, he becomes consumed by a desire for revenge. Yet, a curse binds him, and only one person can break it...
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It was a night filled with unforgivable betrayal and darkness, both in the sky and in the hearts of those who betrayed Aldorin. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it an unsettling feeling, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light over the dense/dark/thick jungle. The trees whispered in the wind, as if the forest itself was alive and aware of the horrors that were about to unfold.
Aldorin, the protector of the village, had always been a figure of strength and honor. He had defended the villagers from countless dangers, using his power and skill to keep them safe. His family, his beloved wife their daughter and their young son Novean, had always stood by his side.
But tonight, everything would change.
The villagers, driven by fear and deceit/dishonesty, lured Aldorin, their protector and his family into the heart of jungle. Under the guise of needing his help, they led him far from village. The deeper they traveled, the more the air seemed to grow thick and heavy, as if the jungle itself was closing on them. But Aldorin pushed the thoughts forward, unaware of the dark plot unfolding around him.
Once they were far from the village and went deep within the forest, the villagers turned on him. The quiet rustle of leaves was replaced by the sound of silver chains being drawn tight. Aldorin's heart sank as the villagers bound him with heavy, cold chains, the chains he had once used to restrain/lock up the wild creatures of the jungle. He struggled, but the villagers were too many, and his strength could not break their hold.
Then, the worst of it came. The villagers, the people Aldorin had sworn to protect, drew their weapons. In an instant, they attacked his family. His wife screamed in terror as they stab her, her blood staining the earth beneath her. Novean cried out, reaching for his mother to protect, but he was also stabbed with his sister. The villagers showed no mercy as they killed his family, their screams echoing through the trees, lost to the wind.
Aldorin consumed with grief and anger attacked on them. His fists were like hammers, striking/hitting the villagers one after another. His rage was unstoppable, his power overwhelming. The first few villagers fell quickly, their bodies crumpling to the ground before they even had a chance to react. Aldorin's strength was like nothing they had ever seen. The villagers attacked from all sides, their numbers overwhelming him. Despite his strength, Aldorin was finally brought to his knees. His body, battered/injured and broken, could no longer hold up against the relentless/ruthless assault/attack. His mind still burned with vengeance, but his body was failing him. The villagers struck him down with cold, precise attacks, until the last bit of life drained from him. With Aldorin's death, they thought their troubles were over.
The villagers stood over his lifeless body, panting and trembling, their faces filled with the twisted satisfaction of having silenced their protector. They thought their troubles were over. They believed that with Aldorin's death, the curse would be lifted, and they could live in peace once again.
