Kael's mind reeled as he left Thorne's shop, the Prophecy's words seared into his memory. He wandered through Brindlemark's quiet streets, lost in thought.
As he approached the village gate, a commotion erupted outside. Villagers fled in terror, screaming of a Wyvern attack. Kael's heart raced as he sprinted toward the chaos.
Zorvath, the Wyvern, towered over the village entrance. Its scales glistened like black diamonds, eyes blazing with fury. Kael stood frozen, paralyzed by fear.
Suddenly, an unusual calm washed over him. He felt an inexplicable connection to the beast, as if understanding its rage.
"Zorvath, stop!" Kael shouted, his voice carrying an unfamiliar authority.
The Wyvern's gaze locked onto Kael. For an instant, they shared a spark of understanding.
Zorvath's wings spread wide, casting a dark shadow over the village. Then, with a deafening roar, it vanished into the night sky.
Breathless villagers stared at Kael in awe.
"How did you...?" one of them whispered.
Kael shook his head, bewildered. "I don't know."
Thorne appeared, his eyes shining with knowledge. "The Prophecy begins to unfold, Kael. Your gift is stronger than I imagined."
As the village elder approached, Kael sensed a new path unfolding before him.
"Kael, son of Arin," the elder said, his voice filled with gravitas. "You have shown a power beyond our understanding. We need you to protect us from the growing darkness."
Kael's heart swelled with purpose. He nodded, accepting the challenge.
Thorne smiled, placing a hand on Kael's shoulder. "The journey begins, young one."
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