Endalion

Theo Beonide was entirely, undeniably, out of his depth.
Having been raised for 18 years within the confines of the castle walls, his every whim met near instantly, witnessing a war between the very gods themselves on his first day out of the castle was absolutely uncalled for.
Being born with magic, in a society where it was heavily shunned, and keeping that secret had been hard enough. But the fact that he was now hearing eldritch voices demanding that he go seek out magical items across the sprawling land of Endalion was a little bit too much.
And now the young prince had very little choice but to obey, as war began to brew within his kingdom, and he found himself unable to return home without making undoubtedly worse.

Summary is a WIP, will edit as the story updates