The Kingdom of Elvendor: Curse of the Forgotten

Prologue

Darkness. A cradle for power.

Elowen had never known any other type of life. In a city of gleaming marble towers and crystal rivers, there was no place for someone like her. Abandoned shortly after birth at the gates to Elvendor, city of elven folk. She had to claw and fight for every crumb since then. The elite with their perfect wings had long dismissed her as unwanted trash. An elf without a past. A nobody.

But oh, how wrong they were.

She was a victim of no one. Raised in the shadows, she had to pick resilience up and grow stronger with every blow, every rejection. A lie was hidden beneath the shiny exterior of Elvendor. Lies and corruption on which a kingdom stood because the elite so desperately craved power, while the rest were caught in melancholy, unnoticed and forgotten.

Elowen had felt no love for their glittering world. On her eighteenth birthday, the Luminara ritual would decide her magical rank—whether her power would place her among the privileged or push her further into the shadows. But no matter the outcome, her choice has already been made. She would no longer live under their greed and cruelty.

Freedom was all that mattered.

But fate had other plans for Elowen.

When there was time for her Luminara ritual, an ancient force awoke deep within her. Powers beyond her understanding marked a change in her. Powers, that would pull her into a world she never wanted, never asked for. The elves saw her as a threat to their dominance and regarded her with fearful hostility, while the Vikings, neither allies nor outright enemies, saw her as a tool that could strengthen their position. Both sides eyed her with mistrust, their ambitions clouded behind sweet words or threats.

While they bickered over her, a darker force, long forgotten, started to stir in the shadows. Their power was growing. Slowly waking from an age old slumber.

The choice before Elowen would be anything but simple. It would tear at the very core of her being.

And it had a name.

Eirik.

The Viking chieftain's son, and her enemy. Or, at least, that is how fate would usually have it. His eyes of grey had seen past her orphaned past. Past the threat she was destined to become. He saw something more.

But what could become of their forbidden bond? To love him would be treachery to her people. To deny him was to betray her feelings.

Torn between two worlds, two loyalties, and two fates. Elowen had a journey in front of her that was about to spiral into chaos, far beyond anything she had ever seen for herself. She was destined to tear down the walls of both realms. Neither the elves nor the Vikings could have anticipated what was yet to come. An ancient force was awakening, waiting for its moment to erupt.

And Elowen?

She was the spark that would ignite it all.