Prologue
The Forgotten Throne
The night was cloaked in fire and shadow.
Kael had heard the stories countless times as a child, whispered
among the desperate and downtrodden in the slums of Lorynth.
Tales of a lost dynasty, overthrown in a single, blood-soaked night
by betrayal and dark magic. No one knew the truth; the legend had
become a faint echo of hope for the powerless. But tonight,
standing on the crumbling rooftop of a tenement building, Kael felt
the weight of that forgotten history pressing down on her like the
ash-choked sky above.
Below, the marketplace hummed with chaos. The king's enforcers
moved through the crowd, faces obscured by their steel masks,
their heavy boots silencing any hint of rebellion. Kael clutched the
small, gleaming amulet she had stolen earlier that day-a peculiar
trinket she had thought would fetch enough coin to buy her next
meal. Now, it hummed faintly in her hand, warm against her palm
as if alive.
"What are you?" she murmured, staring at the intricate golden
sigils etched across its surface.
A sudden pulse of energy shot up her arm, making her gasp. The
world around her seemed to ripple, the sounds of the city warping
into an eerie silence. For the briefest moment, she saw a vision-a
throne of black stone, crowned with silver light, abandoned and
cold. Voices, faint but urgent, whispered a single word: Aurelia.