The night was like a huge black curtain, shrouding the entire village in silence. Only the occasional barking of dogs broke the silence, like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting. Alexander lay in bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned, and kept replaying the lingering dream in his mind.
It was a strange dream. In the dream, he stood on the top of a towering mountain, with an endless sea of ​​clouds under his feet, like a silver ocean, magnificent. In the distance, a dazzling blue light cut through the sky, as if it came from the sky, with a suffocating pressure, shooting straight at him. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't move, and could only watch the blue light getting closer and brighter, and finally swallowed him whole.
"Ah!" Alexander sat up suddenly from the bed, cold sweat soaked his clothes, he gasped heavily, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making him breathless. This was the seventh night. He was awakened by the same dream for seven consecutive nights. The blue light and the pressure were lingering and made him uneasy.
He walked to the window and opened it. A fresh night breeze blew in, carrying the fragrance of soil and grass, which calmed him down a little. He looked up at the night sky, and the starlight in his eyes was like countless shining diamonds, embellishing the dark night, but it could not dispel the uneasiness in his heart.
"Did you have that dream again?" An old voice came from the corner of the room, with a hint of concern and vicissitudes.
Alexander turned his head and saw his grandfather sitting in a chair, holding an ancient pipe in his hand, smoking leisurely. The smoke rose slowly in the moonlight, like silver ribbons, dancing in the air, as if telling an ancient legend.
"Yes, grandfather, that light, it seems to be calling me." Alexander whispered, his tone full of confusion and confusion.
The old man was silent for a moment and took a deep puff of cigarette. The smoke slowly rose in the moonlight, like an ancient scroll, slowly unfolding in the air, with a mysterious atmosphere. He looked at Alexander, his eyes full of complex expressions, with both love, worry, and some indescribable expectations.
"Alexander, you are already sixteen years old, there are some things you should know." The old man spoke slowly, his voice was low and powerful, as if it contained huge energy.
Alexander held his breath, he felt that the air in the room seemed to become heavy, and an invisible energy wave permeated around him, making him uneasy. He looked straight at his grandfather, waiting for his explanation.
"You are not an ordinary person," the old man continued, every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Alexander's heart, "Ancient power flows in your blood, that blue light, that dream, are all the call of fate."
"What do you mean, grandfather?" Alexander's heartbeat accelerated, confused and expectant, he was eager to solve this mystery.
The old man slowly got up, walked to the corner of the room, and stopped in front of an old oak box. The surface of the box was covered with traces of time and carved with intricate patterns, as if telling an ancient story. He seemed to hesitate, took a deep breath, and then opened the box with trembling hands.
Suddenly, a dazzling blue light gushed out from the box, like a ray of skylight, illuminating the entire room, causing Alexander to exclaim. The blue light seemed to contain infinite power, with a mysterious breath, which made him feel both curious and fearful.
"What...what is this?" He asked in astonishment, his eyes full of curiosity and fear.
"This is an ancient book," the old man took out a book emitting soft blue light from the box, his tone full of awe and excitement, "It records the legend of the God King, and you, my child, will play an important role in this legend."
Alexander took the ancient book and looked at it carefully. The pages were glowing with a faint blue light, and there were strange words engraved on them, as if they came from another world, full of mysterious breath. He turned the pages of the book, but found that he could not understand the words, as if they were hiding some secrets that could only be interpreted by people with special powers.
Suddenly, there was a chaotic shout from a distance: "Run! The Dark Legion is coming!"
The old man's expression suddenly became serious. He stuffed the ancient book into Alexander's hands and said hurriedly: "Take it and go! Your journey starts now. Remember, no matter what happens, you must believe in your own strength!"
Before Alexander could react, the alarm bell had already rang through the sky, and he hugged the old man who had grown up with him tightly.
"Go," the old man's voice was full of reluctance and determination, "your destiny is waiting for you."
Alexander took a deep breath, clenched the ancient book in his hand, turned around and rushed out of the room. The night sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sound of hurried horse hooves and weapons clashing came from afar. A new world full of challenges and miracles is waiting for him, and a journey full of adventure and unknown is about to begin.
Alexander ran out of the room and came to the central square of the village, where the villagers had gathered, their faces full of fear and uneasiness. The guards of the village were organizing the villagers to evacuate. They were armed and ready to fight.
Alexander looked around and saw that the houses in the village had been surrounded by the soldiers of the Dark Legion. They were holding spears and wearing black armor, like demons from hell, exuding a chilling breath.
Alexander clenched the ancient book in his hand, feeling uneasy. He knew that he was about to face an unprecedented challenge, but he had no choice. He had to take up arms to protect his home, his loved ones, and fulfill his destiny.
He took a deep breath and looked at the soldiers of the Dark Legion with a firm gaze. He swore in his heart that no matter what difficulties he encountered, he would not give up. He would definitely defeat the darkness, protect the light, and become a true hero.