Keratina, the son of Kuratin, had been raised in the heart of the kingdom. Born into a world of luxury and privilege, he had always known the life of a royal heir. His father had provided him with the finest of everything: food, education, and training. However, there was one area where Keratina lacked—the strength of leadership.
Though Kuratin had raised his son to inherit the throne, Keratina did not share his father's ruthlessness. He was a kind-hearted soul, preferring peace and negotiation to bloodshed. The villagers saw this, and many began to look at him as the potential change they craved. But for Keratina, the path to kingship was not so simple.
He admired his father's power, but the bloodshed and violence that accompanied Kuratin's rule disturbed him. As he watched his father govern with an iron fist, Keratina often found himself questioning whether that was truly the way to maintain control. Could there be another way? Could a king rule without violence?
Yet, Kuratin was growing old. The years of ruling with force had taken a toll on his health. His once powerful frame had begun to weaken, and the village medicine men were often called to the palace to treat him. But their efforts were in vain. One fateful day, as the skies turned grey and the winds howled, the medicine men gathered the royal family to make a grim announcement: Kuratin had only three months to live.