Cyrus

The Kingdom of Ealdora, nestled among high mountains and green valleys. King Alteran, ruler of Ealdora. The king had only one son, Prince Cyrus. One of the advisors, a man named Edric, along with a vassal of the King of Alteran, a fierce warrior named Gorak, plotted and decided to carry out a coup. Gorak with a huge army was determined to overthrow the king and seize power in Ealdora. They took advantage of the moment and began to infiltrate the city. Gorak and his soldiers burst into the throne room, where they destroyed the guards of the King of Alteran. He stands there next to his wife and Prince Cyrus. Cyrus looked at Gorak and his soldiers with hatred, holding a sword in his hand, like his father. Gorak and Cyrus clashed. Gorak was an experienced commander, and his sword entered the body of Prince Cyrus. The prince's sword slipped from his hands, and his eyes, filled with hatred, met Gorak's merciless gaze, and then he closed his eyes. The king and queen shared the fate of their son. The dark mage known as Zarak was an outcast of his people, banished for experimenting with forbidden magic. Zarak looked at the prince. The mage had prepared everything for the ritual, and he felt the darkness of the forest fill with energy as he cast the ancient spell. Shadows swirled around him, and they penetrated Cyrus, as if searching for a way to bring him back to life. Suddenly, Cyrus's eyes opened, but they were no longer the same eyes, full of life and hope. They burned with a cold gleam and reflected only a thirst for revenge. "What have you done to me?" the prince said, his voice quiet and threatening. "I gave you a second life, prince," Zarak replied, smiling. "Now you will be my servant, and together we will avenge your family." A cruel smile touched Cyrus' lips. "I don't think so, Zarak." With a quick movement, he finished off the dark mage and went further into the forest.