Ignus stood in the courtyard of the palace, the cool breeze of the evening ruffling his hair. He gazed up at the stars, his mind racing with thoughts of the future. He knew that he could not stay here any longer, not with the dark clouds of conflict looming on the horizon.
His brother, Gallagher, was showing signs of becoming a brutal king, his thirst for power and control consuming him. The people could sense it, their murmurs of discontent growing louder with each passing day. Ignus knew that if he stayed, he would be drawn into the conflict, forced to choose between his family and his principles.
His mother approached him, a look of sorrow in her eyes. "I cannot stop you from leaving, Ignus," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "But I can offer you this." She handed him a bag, its fabric shimmering with magical energy. "This bag contains a substantial amount of money. Use it wisely, and it will never run out."
Ignus took the bag, gratitude filling his heart. "Thank you, Mother," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I will make you proud."
As Ignus turned to leave, a voice called out to him from the shadows. It was A'Moi, his druid friend, who had been listening nearby. "I heard what you said," A'Moi said, his voice grave. "I will come with you. Together, we can make a difference."
Ignus turned to A'Moi, a smile spreading across his face. "Thank you, my friend," he said, his heart filled with gratitude. "With you by my side, I know that we can change the course of our destinies."
As Ignus and A'Moi left the palace behind, their hearts heavy with the weight of their decision, Ignus knew that he was leaving behind everything he had ever known. But he also knew that he was stepping onto a path that would lead him to his true destiny, whatever that may be.