The Queen of Elandor

The Radiant Queen

She descended the marble stairs with an effortless grace, her silver hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight. Eyes of deep violet, luminous and piercing, met theirs without fear. Dressed in flowing white robes embroidered with gold, she was the embodiment of regality—an ethereal presence that demanded both respect and reverence.

Elegance was not just in her posture, nor in the way she carried herself. It was in her very essence.

The guards immediately bowed their heads as she spoke again, her voice calm yet commanding.

"Everyone except Aerion and the Five Devil Progenies—leave us."

Without hesitation, the guards obeyed, filing out in disciplined silence.

As the heavy doors shut behind them, the Queen’s gaze softened.

"Kael, the Blazing Warlord—Fire Sword Wielder."

Kael stiffened as she continued.

"Magic: Black Flames—you summon and manipulate fire through your blade, shaping it into devastating shockwaves."

"Stubborn, yet determined. A warrior with a leader’s heart."

Her gaze shifted to Verena.

"Verena, the Bloodblade Valkyrie—wielder of the Blood Claymore."

"Magic: Crimson Requiem—your mere aura shatters the weak."

"You absorb the blood of your enemies to fuel your strength, regenerating wounds faster than most can react."

"A little reckless, but pure of heart. And the strongest among you."

Verena blinked in surprise.

Then came Draven.

"Draven, the Demonfang Berserker—the Beast-Clawed Warrior."

"Magic: Primal Rage—your body transforms into a monstrous form, heightening speed, strength, and instincts."

"Your Beast Eyes allow you to glimpse seconds into the future, making you almost untouchable in battle."

"A warrior who thrives in chaos… yet one who cherishes life, animals, and the art of combat."

Draven’s smirk faltered for the first time.

Then Malrik.

"Malrik, the Abyssal Summoner—a master of Eldritch Conjuration."

"Magic: Eldritch Conjuration—you summon horrors from the Abyss, binding them to your will."

"A man of few words, yet an unmatched strategist."

Malrik’s golden eyes darkened in thought.

Finally, Lyra.

"Lyra, the Arcane Tempest—the Elemental Catalyst Mage."

"Magic: Elemental Symphony—fire, water, wind, and earth bend to your command, weaving into devastating spells."

"Lively and joyful, yet sincere in your convictions."

A smirk played at Lyra’s lips.

"I like this one."

The Queen stepped forward.

"Welcome to Elandor."

Kael narrowed his eyes. He spoke, his voice edged with suspicion.

"How do you know so much about us? Not just our names, but our magic, our abilities… Who are you?"

The Queen studied them for a long moment before offering a knowing smile.

"Has Kaiden never told you about me?"

A chill ran through them.

Kaiden?

They had never seen their king hesitate, never heard him speak of his past beyond what was necessary. He was the unshakable force that had raised them, trained them, forged them into weapons. But now, standing before this woman, a question gnawed at them—one they had never dared to ask.

"Did Kaiden ever even tell you about himself?"

Kael whispering to himself , “Kaiden never spoke of a past before he became king…”

The Queen exhaled softly, her gaze distant, as if recalling memories long buried.

"Hah… I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. He hasn’t changed."

She looked back at them, her violet eyes filled with something they couldn’t quite place.

"Very well. Let me tell you the truth about Kaiden. Not the ruthless Demon King the world fears, but the Kaiden I once knew—the kind, noble soul who walked a different path before war reshaped him."

The true story of kaiden

To be continued....

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