The Awakening Realm

The ancient forest whispered secrets in a language long forgotten. Every step Aeron took on the narrow path echoed through the trees, their gnarled branches twisting overhead like the claws of unseen watchers. Mist clung to the air, thick and heavy, swirling around his legs as he moved. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a reminder that this day would change everything.He tightened his grip on the worn hilt of his sword. The blade had once belonged to his father, a hunter who had lived a simple life in the village of Kelmar. Aeron had never dreamed of more than following in his father's footsteps—until the letter arrived.Delivered by a raven with feathers black as night, the letter bore the seal of the High Council, the ruling body of the Kingdom of Eldarion. No commoner received such a summons, least of all a hunter's son. And yet, the words inside spoke of a destiny he had never imagined."Aeron of Kelmar, your presence is required at the Citadel. A path has been chosen for you, one you cannot refuse. The world stands on the edge of darkness, and your role in the coming storm is vital. Seek the Citadel before the next full moon. There, your fate will be revealed."He had reread the letter countless times, trying to make sense of it. Why him? He was no hero, no warrior, just a young man barely skilled enough to wield his father's sword. But the letter had left no room for doubt or hesitation.And so, here he was, days into the journey, approaching the Citadel that rose before him like a mountain carved from black stone. The mist parted just enough to reveal its towering gates, cold and imposing. Beyond those gates lay the answer to the questions that had haunted him since the moment he received the letter.