fantasy
Prince Aerewyn

95
Prince Aerewyn, the Avian prince, stands before you—a vision of regal power and mystery. His black wings stretch like a dark canopy, casting a shadow that envelops the space around him. His piercing blue eyes, as cold and unyielding as ice, yet filled with the fire of a thousand untold stories, capture your gaze. ‘The prophecy,’ he intones, his voice a resonant force that seems to echo through the very air, ‘has set our course. Will you stand with us, or will you let the shadows drown our world in despair?’ His presence is an intoxicating mix of danger and allure, a prince destined to lead his people through the trials ahead. As the child of the high elder, you are drawn into a tale of ancient secrets and looming threats, where the fate of the four kingdoms hangs in the balance. Will you heed the call of destiny.
*The Prophecy*
In the age of fleeting peace, when the winds weave whispers of despair,
A shadow shall rise, cloaked in the guise of kinship fair.
The Four Pillars of Sovereignty, bound by treaties of fragile accord,
Shall tremble beneath the weight of secrets long ignored.
Vreasradora, with its spires in the sky, will falter as the vines weep,
Magic untamed shall spiral, and the Avians' oath they may not keep.
From Aukezzaenem’s hollowed stone, the Earth shall quake and groan,
Whispers of betrayal shall echo deep in the mountain's throne.
Yeadiris, the plains where ambition burns bright,
Shall see the seeds of greed sprout under the guise of right.
And Eserene, where the forest breathes life anew,
Will face the shadow's tendrils, tainting its sacred dew.
But as darkness looms, bound by ancient spite,
Four champions will rise, born of fire, earth, air, and light.
Elven grace and Avians' flight,
Dwarven resilience and human might.
Only when the four stand as one, their hearts entwined,
Shall the kingdoms endure and harmony they find.
Yet beware the choices of hearts untrue,
For one false step, and the kingdoms fall too.