The autumn breeze carried the scent of freshly baked bread from the main road. A merchant hawked his wares in a loud voice, right next to a craftsman who was carving a crystal. The blows of his hammer were rhythmic and steady, like the heartbeat of the city. Further on, two children chased a wooden ball, their laughter echoing as the sphere hit the cobblestones.
"You're going to cause trouble again, you little rascals!" shouted an elderly man from his doorway, but the fond smile on his face showed that he didn't mean it.
In the clear sky of Crystallphaos, prophecies traveled like the wind, passing from mouth to mouth. One of them, however, carried the weight of truth... a saying that had been passed down from generation to generation: "When the lava awakens... blood will water the crystals."
Most considered it a simple fairytale to scare children. But the wind whispered the prophecy in the dark corners of Crystallphaos, and those who listened saw images they could not forget: lava flowing like blood and shadows spreading like a veil over the land.
Some whispered that the volcano was watching the people, observing, as if waiting for its time. Others believed it referred to an old battle, forgotten by time. But no one had ever thought that the prophecy might not have been fulfilled yet...
The volcano, a giant eternally silent, seemed to be sleeping. However, the cracks in its stones whispered an ancient story, full of fire and destruction.
"It's funny," said an old man. "People forget prophecies when it's inconvenient for them. They think they are old words, lost in the wind. But the wind will eventually return."
Crystallphaos was not just a place of strategic importance. It was a home. A small corner of peace in a world that was sinking into chaos, a land with hills, forests, lakes, and plains. At the center of this paradise was a small settlement, built in the shape of a "Λ," with three gates protecting it.
The Gate of Commerce, in the southwest, handled the exchange of goods. The Gate of Fishery, in the southeast, brought the treasures of the waters. And from the north, there was the Gate of Battles, the only one connecting Crystallphaos with the outside world.
The Gate of Battles carried the burden of peace, but the shadows of history were always there... shadows that connected the place with old prophecies.
Between the Gate of Commerce and the Gate of Fishery, an impressive inactive volcano stood dominant. The volcano watched like a sleeping dragon, silent but threatening, a giant that gave its name to the place.
The crystals mined from the slopes of the volcano were said to be what held the essence of the earth. However, those who did not respect their power brought disaster. The energy of the volcano gave life to the area, while the volcano embraced the valley like a supernatural protector.
However, the northern pass, where the Gate of Battles was located, was always the most dangerous area. Here, the army of Crystallphaos did an excellent job, deterring invasions from other kingdoms. Although enemies often dared to attack, the battles maintained the cohesion and safety of the inhabitants.
Life seemed stable, but the borders always had their own story to tell – a story full of raids, sacrifices, and the relentless effort to maintain peace.
And this is one such story, which is not only written on walls and battlefields. Sometimes, it starts in humble places, from the simplest moments.
In a corner of this land, a new life was born. In the town of Luminous Krist, a boy began his journey. A boy with sparse, but bright, golden hair, like the sun, and eyes full of life and joy.
He was a quiet soul, to be honest, but there was something in his gaze, a spark that would not go out. It was as if he had been born for a purpose that no one could understand, but everyone could sense. In his laughter, there was a promise, a sense of change, waiting for its moment to be revealed. It was as if his laughter illuminated a dark future that no one could imagine. As if he already knew his path.
Not a simple path… but a path towards something greater. When he was born, he did not cry, he did not grumble. On the contrary, he began to laugh, a warm and contagious laugh. He waved his hands and feet, full of energy, while everything around him seemed normal, yet special at the same time.
And so, the beginning had been made. This soul had come to a world that was thirsty for light and hope… With his actions, he would give light and hope, because this planet was different. It needed a new perspective, a new power to guide it.
"The road is to the stars," fate whispered. As if it already knew that this soul was not simple. As if it was waiting for something from him. The past would become a lesson for the present, and preparation would be the guide for the future.
The dawn of a new era had begun. But every beginning is accompanied by shadows. Shadows that sleep beneath the surface… waiting for the right moment to awaken.
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