In the time when the world was young and its mysteries vast, a prophecy whispered through the winds and etched itself upon the scrolls of fate. It spoke of a hero born of a lineage veiled in the mists of time, a lineage of noble princes who held the wisdom of the ages and the gift of understanding all kinds of animals, from mythical creatures to simple birds.

In the heart of a realm where empires clashed and magic intertwined with reality, there emerged a distant kingdom, full of vivid colours. Here, the lineage of these noble princes had once thrived, each prince a beacon of hope, wisdom, and healing for his people. But as the tides of history ebbed and flowed, the lineage became a whisper, a forgotten tale hidden beneath layers of time.

The prophecy spoke of a chosen one, the last heir to this lineage, destined to rise from obscurity to wield the power of his ancestors. He was described as a being of noble heart, pure and elegant beauty second to no woman in the land, marked by the symbols and colours of the forgotten kingdom upon the skin. The eyes are said to be pools of hope, and the spoken words could mend not only broken bones but also shattered souls.

As the world trembled under the weight of conflicts of an unknown growing darkness, hope began to fade away in the hearts of the people and thus only the prophesied one could save his people. Alongside trustworthy comrades, they embark on a journey, full of difficulties and sorrow, but also love and joy.

With the guidance and the wisdom of the whole lineage flowing through his veins, the chosen one confronts the embodiment of malevolence itself, where only one of good or bad will prevail.

This is the prophecy, which will guide the fate of the world...or does the prophecy truly foretell everything...?