Evans stood in the grand hall, the morning sun spilling through the high windows, filtering on to the intricate designs on the stone floor. He had trod these halls a thousand times as a boy, but now he dreamed of one day taking the throne, leading his kingdom with the same strength and honor. But after his journey into the Black Mountains, everything was somehow different. Gone was the boy who'd left the castle with little more than courage and curiosity. Before her stood a prince forged by darkness, strong through sacrifice, and burdened by truths he could hardly speak.
Then he faced Jorin, who was well beyond being a friend—a partner, brother in arms. Together they'd faced horrors that nobody could ever understand, their bond deepening within the silence afterwards, after being taken from the mountain. Evans, are you certain?" Jorin's voice was even, but Evans saw the flash of concern in his eyes. "You don't owe anyone the truth of what happened. Th
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Standing on the eastern balcony of the castle, the winds whipping at his cloak, the gaze of Prince Evans swept over the great kingdom of Astera: the gold fields stretching to the horizon, kissed by the early morning sun, yet beneath that beauty a sense of foreboding lingered. These faraway mountains, once comforting and a natural barrier of protection, now seemed to brood under a thickening layer of mist, as though hiding secrets this kingdom was not ready to face. Astera had once shone so bright, a beacon of light and prosperity, but over the past year, it had been smothering under an invisible weight, a growing darkness that seemed to seep right from the air. Rumors flew among the people of strange happenings: withering of crops without cause, sickness, and death amongst the livestock, and a chill that had submerged into the bones-whatever the season. And at the hub of all that was the crown, an heirloom passed down the generations, now locked away in the castle's vault
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Shadows of the crown chapter 3: The whispers of Shadows
The wind howled through the trees, carrying upon it a biting chill that seemed to crawl under Evans's armor and burrow deep into his bones. The sudden disappearance of the cloaked figure had left the camp silent, but tension hung in the air like a thick fog. Each man stood still, staring into the darkness as if he expected the figure to reappear any minute. Evans's heart still racing, he stared at the place where the mysterious figure vanished. His mind was a tumble of questions, none of which had easy answers: Who was this stranger? How did he know about the crown? Most terrifyingly of all, what did it mean that the crown was awake? Jorin spoke first, his voice low, but urgent. "We need to move. If the crown knows that we're coming, it's too dangerous to stay here." Evans nodded, forcing himself to focus. "You're right. We'll rest for a few hours, leave at first light. But we need to be ready for anything." Jorin's face darkened, looking
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They rode through the mist-filled valley, the castle rising afar, its once-proud walls now shrouded in the very shadow that had set in, infecting the land. It was deathly quiet but for the rustling of unseen things that lurked in the darkness. With each heavy breath-one that seemed to carry within itself the air laced with some kind of curse that had spread throughout the kingdom-their breathing felt laborious. The closer they got to the edge of the castle, the more Evans could feel the tugging of the crown, louder now. It was like a gnawing sensation at the back of his mind, this constant whisper that reminded him of the inevitable confrontation to come. He knew full well that the moment he stepped into the throne room, there would be no turning back. The crown awaited him there and wanted him to fall. Jorin, ever watchful, turned to Evans with a hint of concern. "Are you sure about this? The closer we come, the different you act." Evans didn't answ
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Shadows of the crown Chapter 6: The shadow still Linger
With the dawn creeping through the broken windows of the throne room, the reality of what had taken place weighed heavily upon Evans-like some sort of suffocating blanket. Kneeling silently beside the still body of his father, his mind was race-scrambled with the realization that this victory, though hard-fought, came with a terrible cost. The battle was won; the curse, supposedly, lifted-but Evans couldn't shake this uneasy feeling in his chest. The kingdom was saved, yes, but at what cost. Jorin, bruised but breathing, walked forward gingerly. He laid a hand on Evans's shoulder, his voice at a mere whisper. "We have to go, Evans. The people-they have to know it is over." Evans nodded, but the action seemed empty. He knew Jorin was right. The council, the people-they needed to hear of the curse's end, to see their new king. But as he rose from the cold stone floor, his eyes again fell upon the crown, lying near the base of the throne. It lay quiet, y
Shadows of the crown Chapter 7: The Mark of the crown
Days faded into an indistinct haze, but what lingered in Evans's mind was the shadow dog's attack, hovering over him like a dark cloud. While people of Astera gradually began to get back into the daily grind once again, the kingdom itself awaited with bated breath the occurrence of something, anything. Evans felt it, too. The skies had cleared-the streets were once again filled with caution and hope-but he knew the curse of the crown hadn't been truly broken. Not yet. Since the night of the battle, Evans had been avoiding the council chambers, much more content to wander the empty halls of the castle. His heart was heavy, for though his father's reign had been brought to a close, the weight of the curse clung to him like a shadow. Every mirror, every dark corner seemed to mock him with the knowledge that the crown had not been destroyed, only changed. And thus, late one night, unable to sleep, Evans found himself standing before the mi
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