Legends of the chosen

Shadowborn: The Exiled Prince

Across realms where time bends and shadows whisper, six souls, each marked by fate, walk their own paths—unaware that destiny has woven their stories into a single thread. They hail from different worlds, born of different bloodlines, each carrying the weight of their own past, their own purpose, and their own vision for the future.Some seek power, driven by ambition or vengeance. Others yearn for peace, guided by duty or sorrow. But as the barriers between realms weaken and the tides of darkness rise, an ancient force stirs—one that threatens to consume not just their worlds but the fragile balance of existence itself.Demons slither from the abyss, their hunger unquenched. Shadows stretch across the lands, corrupting the hearts of men. The heavens remain silent, and the gods have turned their gaze elsewhere. The fate of mortals, of realms unknown, now rests in the hands of six individuals who have yet to meet, yet to understand the roles they must play.Will they rise together as protectors of the human realm, forging an unbreakable bond in the face of chaos? Or will their divided visions lead them to destruction, consumed by their own desires and rivalries?The stars whisper of a prophecy. The winds carry the echoes of an approaching storm.Six legends. One destiny.The tale begins.
The Six Legends: The Prophecy of FateDark Realm – The Royal Court

The grand hall of obsidian and silver stretched endlessly beneath a ceiling adorned with celestial constellations, shifting and flickering like living embers. The towering columns, carved with the tales of past rulers, loomed over the chamber like silent sentinels, their watchful eyes frozen in the flow of time. A heavy fog rolled through the narrow stained-glass windows, painting eerie shadows upon the polished black marble floor.

At the throne's center, Lord Zed, ruler of the Dark Realm, sat with his fingers drumming idly on the armrest of his seat. His presence alone commanded the air—formidable, unreadable, like an impending storm lurking behind serene skies. His long dark robes cascaded around him, embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like the threads of fate itself.

Kneeling at the foot of the throne was the Chief Eunuch, his head bowed low, his breathing shallow as if burdened by the weight of words he had yet to speak. A sense of unease lingered between them, thick and suffocating.

Lord Zed: (Calm yet commanding) "How is Cassano progressing with his training?"

The Chief Eunuch swallowed hard, his hands tightening into fists within the sleeves of his ceremonial robes. He hesitated, as though grappling with whether he should speak the truth.

Chief Eunuch: (Voice laced with hesitation) "My Lord, I believe you need to see something."

Lord Zed's sharp crimson eyes flickered with impatience. He leaned forward, resting his chin upon his knuckles.

Lord Zed: "What is it?"

Chief Eunuch: (Lowering his voice) "Have you read Cassano's celestial tablet?"

At the mention of the celestial tablet, the chamber's torches flickered, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance unnaturally along the stone walls. The air itself grew colder, as if unseen forces were leaning in to listen.

Lord Zed: (Tone edged with irritation) "Can you get to the point?!"

The Chief Eunuch exhaled shakily, then, with reverence, pulled from his robes an ancient stone tablet. The moment it was exposed, an ethereal blue glow radiated from its surface. Strange symbols, written in the forgotten language of the Celestials, pulsated like a heartbeat, whispering their secrets into the void.

The flickering light from the torches cast eerie reflections upon the tablet's surface, making it seem as though the carvings were shifting before Lord Zed's very eyes.