In a small village surrounded by imposing mountains and dense forests, a boy was born under a stormy sky. The wind howled as if it were witnessing the arrival of something extraordinary. His name was Thalion, a name given by his mother, who believed he would carry the strength of the ancients.
Thalion grew up as a curious child, always exploring the boundaries of the forest that encircled his home. He spent hours observing the mystical creatures that inhabited those woods and dreaming of becoming a great warrior, just like the heroes in the stories his grandmother told. However, the tranquility of his childhood was shattered on the night the shadows came.
It was a night like any other, with the full moon illuminating the sky, when a group of shadows invaded the village. He was only eight years old, but his memories of that night were vivid. The villagers' screams echoed as grotesque creatures ravaged the houses and terrorized the population. Thalion watched, paralyzed by fear, as his father fought against the invaders. However, despair became his new reality when his father fell, defeated in an unequal struggle.
— "Run, Thalion!" was the last thing he heard before everything turned into a whirlwind of chaos. He ran into the forest, his heart racing, tears streaming down his face. There, he found refuge in a cave where a small white wolf lived. The wolf seemed to understand the boy's pain and comforted him with its presence.
Years passed, and Thalion learned to survive in the forest. He became a skilled hunter and a clever fighter. The wolf, whom he named Eloryn, became his guardian and friend, and together they faced the challenges that arose in their path. However, the shadow of the curse that had settled in his heart never faded. Each battle fought only deepened the weight of his quest.