Don

The world of Eryndor was one of duality, a realm shaped by the eternal struggle between light and shadow. Long before humans walked its lands, two primordial forces-the Radiant God Luminaris and the Shadow Monarch Umbraxis-waged a celestial war for dominion. Their clash raged for millennia, splitting the skies and scarring the earth, until both were finally sealed away by the World Tree, Aethelion.

Don was no hero. He was a farmer's son, born into a life of simplicity and hard work. His days were spent tilling the soil, his hands roughened by years of labor. Yet, even as he toiled in the fields, there was a fire in his heart, a yearning for something greater. He had grown up on stories of brave adventurers slaying dragons and uncovering lost treasures, and though his life was bound by the mundane, his dreams soared beyond the horizon.

It was in the depths of the Duskwatch Woods that Don met Shadow. A sleek, wolf-like creature with fur as black as midnight, Shadow had been following him for days, keeping just out of sight. At first, Don was wary, fearing it might be a minion of darkness sent to destroy him. But when a pack of Duskhounds ambushed him, Shadow leapt to his defense, fighting with a ferocity that belied his slender frame.

"You have been chosen, Don. The light within you calls to me."

When he awoke, he found himself lying in the ruins of his home, clutching a small, glowing crystal. It pulsed with warmth and seemed to whisper to him, a faint melody of hope amidst the desolation.

Don knelt and extended a hand, and Shadow pressed his head into Don's palm. From that moment on, they were inseparable.

To be continued.....