Here's the first chapter in English:
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The world of Zyrath was unlike any other. It was a realm where magic coursed through the very soil, where mountains touched the sky, and where the stars themselves whispered secrets to those who listened. Amidst the vast expanse of this land, one figure stood out, a young man named Lorian Blackwind.
Lorian was born in the peaceful Ferdan Valley, a place surrounded by lush green trees, rivers, and tranquility. However, from a young age, Lorian felt a pull towards the towering Tzaras Mountains, far to the north. They were said to be the highest peaks in Zyrath, reaching towards the heavens themselves, and it was believed that those who climbed them could touch the stars. Many tried to reach the summit, but few returned, and those who did were often... changed.
It wasn't just the lure of the stars that called to him, though. Lorian had always felt different, like there was something inside him waiting to be unleashed. The stories of his ancestors spoke of hidden powers, of bloodlines connected to the stars themselves. He believed that by climbing to the top of Tzaras, he could unlock these powers and find his true destiny.
But the road to the summit was treacherous. The journey was one that required more than physical strength. It demanded the endurance of the spirit, the courage to face the deepest fears, and the wisdom to understand that not all paths were meant to be walked alone.
As Lorian packed his belongings for the journey, a soft voice interrupted his thoughts. It was Eklia, the Wind Witch, who had appeared from the swirling winds surrounding the valley. She was a figure of mystery, her eyes glowing with the secrets of the skies, and her presence was always accompanied by the whispering breeze.
"I see you are preparing for the journey, Lorian," Eklia said, her voice carrying a weight of both warning and encouragement. "The road to Tzaras is not just a physical journey. It is a test, a challenge that will demand everything from you. And only those who face their own darkness can hope to succeed."
Lorian turned to face her, his determination unwavering. "I have to go. There is something waiting for me at the top. Something I must find."
Eklia's gaze softened, but there was a sadness in her eyes. "You do not understand yet, but the mountain will reveal what you seek... and more. The stars will answer your call, but they will not do so without testing you."
With those words, Eklia vanished as mysteriously as she had come, leaving Lorian to contemplate her message. Was he truly ready for the trials that lay ahead? Or was he simply chasing a dream that would consume him?
The next morning, with the first light of dawn breaking over the valley, Lorian set out. He knew that the journey ahead would be difficult, but the pull of the mountains was stronger than any fear. He was ready, or so he believed.
As Lorian ventured deeper into the foothills of the Tzaras Mountains, the landscape grew more unforgiving. The once soft and gentle paths gave way to jagged rocks and narrow passages. The wind howled through the peaks above, as though it were alive, watching, waiting.
In the distance, Lorian could see the faint outline of an old village, long abandoned. It was a place where, according to legend, many had once sought shelter before embarking on their journey up the mountain. But now, it was a ghost town, the houses slowly crumbling under the weight of time. The air felt heavy as he approached.
Suddenly, a figure appeared from behind one of the broken walls of the village. An old man, bent with age, his long white beard flowing in the wind. He looked at Lorian with a knowing gaze.
"The stars call to you, don't they?" the old man said in a raspy voice.
Lorian nodded, unsure of who this stranger was. "I must reach the top of Tzaras. There is something there... something I need to find."
The old man chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with a strange light. "Many have come before you, seeking the same thing. But know this, young one: the mountain does not give easily. The path is not only a trial of strength, but a trial of spirit. The stars will test you... and you must be ready for their trials."
Lorian stared at the old man, confused. Who was he? And how did he know what Lorian was seeking?
"I have been where you are now," the old man continued. "But I failed. I thought I was ready. I thought I understood the price. But the mountain... it demands more than you can imagine."
With a final cryptic smile, the old man disappeared into the village ruins, leaving Lorian alone with his thoughts.
The weight of the old man's words lingered in the air, but Lorian's resolve remained firm. He was determined to continue, no matter the cost. The stars called to him, and he would answer.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the valley, Lorian made camp for the night. The wind picked up again, howling through the trees, and for a moment, Lorian swore he could hear a voice carried on the breeze.
"Remember, Lorian... the stars will answer your call, but only if you are ready to face what they reveal."
The voice faded with the wind, leaving only the soft rustling of leaves. Lorian knew that this was only the beginning of his journey. And while the road ahead was uncertain, one thing was clear: Tzaras awaited him.