A week had passed, and Elvis found himself seated on his throne, growing increasingly accustomed to the weight of his royal title. It was then that Diana entered his presence with a solemn announcement: "El - I mean, King Elvis, the princess of the Western Kingdom is here to see you."Elvis couldn't help but tense up at the mention of the princess. Though he had granted her audience in the past, he could not forget the way she had taken advantage of him, engaging in sexual relations without his consent. It was one of the many reasons he had avoided any further visits to her kingdom.He rubbed his temples in frustration, weighing his options for a few seconds before relenting. "Let her in," he sighed.As Diana turned to leave, Elvis called her back. "You can still call me Elvis, don't mind the current title," he said. The weight of the crown was still uncomfortable for him, and he didn't like it when his friends addressed him by his new, more formal title.Diana smiled in understandin
As Elena's chariot approached the towering gates of the kingdom, the sound of hooves on cobblestones echoed in the air, accompanied by the jingle of the horse's harness. The sunlight glinted off the gold and silver decorations that adorned her chariot, casting a dazzling reflection around her. As she drew closer to the kingdom gate, two figures could be seen in the distance, huddled together in conversation.Their cloaks flapped in the wind as they exchanged words, their expressions inscrutable."Let us return to Lord Elvis and report the news of Elena's safe arrival," one said. "I suppose that makes the mission accomplished," the other replied.With a sudden burst of energy, the figures darted away, disappearing from view like wraiths in the mist.As she entered the castle, Elena walked down the hallway with purpose, trying to avoid the curious glances of the castle staff. Her strides were long and confident, belying any signs of weakness or hesitation.But her father, the king, wa
After the sound echoed outside, the members of the assembly momentarily halted their discussion. One of the knights carefully pushed open the door, revealing an empty hallway.The western king, named Beric, Princess Elena's father, was already aware of the identity of the person behind the noise they heard. "My apologies for the interruption," he declared, as he motioned for one of his knights to assume guard duty at the entrance. "Let us proceed with our meeting."Princess Elena and Anna, who were situated in a secluded corner, not far away from the meeting door room, breathed a sigh of relief. They had been silently praying for a favorable outcome.When the king and the chief holy priest returned back into the meeting room, their anxiety was alleviated, and they exchanged grateful glances."I beg your pardon, Your Highness," Anna said, turning to the princess. "I stumbled for a moment there.""We were fortunate not to be discovered," Elena replied, her tone full of relief.Several
The night was ominous, and the air was thick with the stench of death. A young girl and her father ran for their lives, pursued by a horde of undead creatures who were hot on their heels."Capture her," one of the creatures bellowed, "we shall sacrifice her to our demon lord, Lord Elvis!"The father gritted his teeth and muttered curses under his breath, his heart pounding with terror as he held his daughter close. "This way, Mia!" he said, his voice hoarse with fear.The father and daughter stumbled and fell, their feet tangled in the brush. They scrambled to their feet, but one of the creatures rode up before them riding skeletal horses with glowing red eyes and manes made of ethereal smoke. The knights were adorned in heavy armor or tattered robes, and their skeletal forms were partially visible through their armor. The creatures had no flesh, but they radiated a ghastly glow, their eyes in their helmets flickering with an unholy light. Blocking their escape, the creature said,
The tall old thick beard man on the throne was the King of the South Kingdom, and he was delighted by the sudden appearance of the summoned heroes in his court. He chuckled heartily and exclaimed, "Hahaha, so you are the heroes summoned by the gods to aid us in our fight against the Dark Lord. Welcome to the Southern Kingdom!"The group gazed around in amazement at the splendor of the throne room, adorned with intricate carvings and accents of gold. The knights who accompanied them knelt respectfully before the king, while the elderly man leading them stepped forward to address the monarch."Your Majesty," the old man began, "These are the heroes chosen by the gods to help us defeat the Demon Lord. They possess unique abilities and classes that make them capable of vanquishing even the mightiest of enemies."The king listened attentively, nodding his head in agreement. "I see," he said. "I am glad to have such capable individuals on our side. We need all the assistance we can get to
Author: Layla, could you please share with us your special ability before we begin the story?Layla: (blushing) Um, okay. Well, I have this weird thing I can do with my toes.Readers: (curious) What kind of thing?Layla: (awkwardly) I can make them... wiggle in sync with any song that's playing.Author: (confused) Uh, that's... interesting?Readers: (uncomfortably) Uh, yeah. That's kind of weird, Layla.Layla: (embarrassed) I know, I know. It's silly, isn't it?Readers: (awkwardly silent)...Beyond the grand gates of the castle, the kingdom's people gathered in a frenzied state of anticipation.The air was electric, crackling with excitement and brimming with energy. As they awaited the arrival of the kingdom's heroes, summoned by the gods themselves to ward off the evil dragon demon lord, the crowds roared with excitement.At the sight of the king, the crowd fell silent. "Good people of my kingdom," he declared, his voice booming. "Today, we welcome the arrival of our heroes, the
As the sun set on the kingdom, a hush fell over the land. The hustle and bustle of the day had given way to a peaceful quietude, broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl or the rustle of leaves in the breeze. In the midst of this stillness, a lone figure stood, head bowed in gratitude."Thank you, Lord Elvis," he murmured softly, his voice carrying on the evening air. For this figure, like so many others in the kingdom, had reason to be thankful to the enigmatic Elvis.For days on end, Elvis had been working tirelessly, using the mist gate to connect other races to their long-forgotten homes. Some had been traumatized by humans in the past, and desired nothing more than to leave the kingdom behind. Others simply missed their old homes, and wished to return.But the mist gate was not merely a means of transportation for the displaced peoples. The dwarves used it to transport precious mineral resources to the kingdom, ensuring that the economy continued to thrive. And all the while
With a determined gaze, Elvis strode towards the mist gate and ushered Aurora along with him into the domain plane. The cool mist engulfed them both, dampening their skin as they stepped through the gate. Intrigued, Aurora questioned Elvis about his intentions."What are you looking for?" she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity."A sword and shield," Elvis replied without hesitation, "left behind by the former king after I defeated him."As they emerged on the other side, Elvis found himself standing in the midst of a lush, verdant landscape, enveloped by a tranquil, serene ambiance. Closing his eyes, he concentrated, honing his senses to locate the objects he had come for."I've found it," he announced triumphantly, before vanishing in the blink of an eye.Aurora was left standing there, her eyes fixated on the spot where Elvis had vanished. Within seconds, Elvis had reappeared, clutching a sword and a shield. As he set them down on the ground, it was apparent that the sword and shie