A Tale of Wind and Destiny

Prologue: Born of the Storm

The night he was born, the heavens raged. Thunder roared across the sky, and the winds howled through the palace corridors as if announcing the arrival of something beyond mortal comprehension. The kingdom of Nyflan in, known for its warriors and wisdom, had never witnessed such a tempest.

When Queen Samira gave birth to her son, the palace priests gasped. The infant did not cry. Instead, a soft breeze stirred within the chamber, circling around him like an unseen guardian. His eyes, a stormy gray, held a fire that no newborn should possess.

King katrak storm a mighty ruler and descendant of the wind gods, lifted his son in his arms. "This child," he declared, "is not just a prince. He is the wind itself."

They named him Ash Storm

Chapter 1: Strength of the Wind

From a young age, Ash was unlike any other. While his brothers trained with swords and spears, he danced with the air. He could run faster than the swiftest horse, leap across rooftops with ease, and his fists struck like the force of a tempest.

By the age of ten, he could wrestle seasoned warriors to the ground. By fifteen, he could shatter boulders with his bare hands. But his strength was not just physical—he had a heart as wild and free as the wind itself. He despised politics, the whispers of deceit in the court, and the endless rules that bound a prince.

One day, when his father spoke of alliances and treaties, Ash only smiled. "I am not meant to sit on a throne, Father," he said. "The wind cannot be caged."

His words unsettled the royal court. A prince was meant to lead, not wander like a storm without direction. But fate had its own plana

Chapter 2: Betrayal and Exile

On the eve of his eighteenth year, disaster struck. The neighboring kingdom of Night launched a surprise attack. ash fought like a force of nature, but treachery was within the palace walls. His uncle, jealous of his power, had conspired with the enemy.

The great city of Nyflan burned. The royal family was slaughtered. Only Ash survived.

Wounded and betrayed, he fled into the wilderness. The once-mighty prince, heir to a great throne, was now a fugitive. But the wind does not mourn—it moves forward.

As he stood atop a cliff, watching his kingdom turn to ashes, he whispered to the sky, "If the world thinks it can break me, it has forgotten one thing..."

The wind surged around him, answering his call. His gray eyes burned with fury.

"...I am the storm..."

To be continued...