The sun was setting over the rolling mountains of the Kingdom of Everdawn , casting a warm golden glow across the landscape. In the distance, the towering walls of the castle could be seen, standing tall and proud against the fading light. As the day drew to a close, a new life was about to begin within those walls.
In the birthing chamber of the castle, the queen lay in labor, her face contorted in pain as she pushed with all her might. The king paced back and forth, his face etched with worry and anticipation. He had waited years for this moment, prayed for a son to carry on his legacy, to rule his kingdom with a just and fair hand.
The midwife stood at the foot of the queen's bed, her hands steady as she monitored the progress of the labor. The room was filled with an air of tension, as if everyone present knew that this birth was more than just the arrival of a new life. It was the birth of a future king.
Finally, with one final push, the queen let out a cry of pain and exhaustion. The midwife caught the newborn and quickly wrapped him in a soft cloth, handing him over to the waiting arms of the king.
As he held his newborn son, the king felt a surge of emotion wash over him. He looked down at the tiny, fragile life in his arms and knew that he had been given a great responsibility. This child was destined for greatness, for he was born to be a king.
The midwife busied herself with the final stages of the birth, cleaning and tending to the queen, who lay exhausted but relieved. The king, meanwhile, gazed down at his son, marveling at the perfect features of his face, the tiny fingers that curled around his own.
As he looked into his son's eyes, the king felt a sense of connection, as if he already knew the child's destiny. He knew that he would do everything in his power to ensure that his son grew up to be a strong and just ruler, worthy of the title of king.
As the sun sank below the horizon, casting the room in shadows, the king held his newborn son close, feeling the weight of his responsibility settle firmly on his shoulders. For he knew that he had been given a gift, a child born to be a king, and it was his duty to nurture that gift and ensure that it flourished. This the story of a being which will be known for centuries to come.