A Little Note of the Author

When you look at the table of contents, and see the publish dates, You may say that I could be using AI or something like that because I cant possibly make chapters that quickly, but that's not the case. I drafted MOST chapters before publishing them. That's exactly why I published a lot of chapters at once.

In the ancient halls of the Grand Library of Eldoria, the air was thick with the scent of old parchment and the whispers of countless secrets. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight filtering through the tall, arched windows, illuminating the rows of towering bookshelves that lined the room. Loremaster Aric, an elderly man with a long, white beard and piercing blue eyes, moved with purpose through the aisles. His robes, a deep shade of blue adorned with golden runes, rustled softly as he walked.

Aric's heart raced as he approached a secluded corner of the library, where a hidden alcove housed some of the most ancient and forbidden texts. For centuries, the scroll he sought had been lost to time, its existence known only to a select few. Today, after years of tireless research, he had finally uncovered a clue that led him to this very spot.

With trembling hands, Aric reached out and pulled a dusty tome from the shelf. Behind it, a hidden compartment revealed itself, and within lay a scroll bearing the seal of Elandra, the legendary seer. Carefully, Aric removed the scroll and unrolled it on a nearby table. His eyes widened as he read the words inscribed in the ancient tongue:

"When shadows fall and darkness reigns,

A hero's blood shall break the chains.

The Dragonblade, by fire forged,

Shall end the night with dawn restored."

The prophecy spoke of a time when the Dark Lord would rise again, bringing chaos and destruction to the realm of Drakenor. The only hope lay in the hands of a young warrior destined to wield the Dragonblade, a weapon of immense power forged by the dragons themselves.

As Aric read the prophecy aloud, a chill ran down his spine. The air around him seemed to grow colder, and the shadows in the room deepened. He knew that the time foretold by Elandra was fast approaching. The Dark Lord's influence was already beginning to stir, and the fate of Drakenor hung in the balance.

Aric wasted no time. He hurried to the chambers of King Alden, the ruler of Eldoria and leader of the Council of Seven. The king was a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression and a crown of silver hair. He listened intently as Aric relayed the prophecy and the dire implications it held for their world.

"We must act swiftly," Aric urged. "The young warrior must be found, and the Dragonblade retrieved. Only then can we hope to stand against the Dark Lord."

King Alden nodded gravely. "We shall send out our best scouts and warriors. The realm must be alerted to this impending threat. Drakenor must unite if we are to survive."

With the king's decree, messengers were dispatched to every corner of the realm. The call to arms was sounded, and preparations for war began in earnest. Meanwhile, Aric set off on a journey of his own, guided by the ancient texts and his own intuition. He knew that finding the young warrior would not be easy, but he was determined to fulfill the prophecy and save Drakenor from the coming darkness.