“The Crownless Heart” Prologue: The Burning Throne

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Hello, Everyone it is my First Story. Pure fiction and fantasy based

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(Night. A kingdom in chaos. Screams echo in the distance. The scent of blood and smoke poisons the air. The once-golden palace of Eldralore is now a burning husk.) (The throne room trembles as the outer gates collapse. The doors burst open. Prince Kael storms in, sword in hand, his armor dented, cape torn.)

Kael[ML](Past)

"Where is she?! Tavrok, you coward! Come face me!"

(His boots crush fallen petals and broken glass as he strides forward. Behind him, the corridors are littered with loyal knights—dead or dying.)

Kael[ML](Past)

(breathing raggedly): I’m too late. Elira... please be alive. Please...

(A shadow steps from behind the throne. Lord Tavrok, now cloaked in dark flames, smirks with eyes like a coiled serpent.)

Tavrok(Villain)

"Still chasing fairy tales, Kael? The princess chose her fate. Just as your kingdom did."

Kael[ML](Past)

(raising his sword): "You poisoned them with fear and shadows. But not her. Never her."

A faint cry echoes from the hidden chamber behind the throne—a voice Kael would know even in death.

Elira[FL](past)

(weakly): "Kael…"

Kael charges. The clash of steel shatters the silence. Sparks fly. Fire consumes the drapes. As the battle rages, Tavrok slashes across Kael’s chest. Kael stumbles—blood blooms across his tunic like a crimson rose.

Kael[ML](Past)

(falling to one knee): No… not yet… I haven’t saved her…

Tavrok(Villain)

(mocking): "Some legacies end in ashes."

With a scream of fury, Kael drives his blade through Tavrok’s side. They both fall. A sudden roar—an unnatural blue flame erupts between them, consuming the room in blinding light.

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(Somewhere beyond time and death… in a void between realms.) The Flame (a thousand voices in one): "The Crownless Heart still burns." "One life given for love shall not be the end." "Let the heart be reborn… in shadows, without crown… but not without purpose." (A flicker. A boy gasps awake on a straw mattress in a blacksmith’s hut. Rael, the orphan, sits up, drenched in sweat. A distant bell tolls. His eyes glint—steel-blue, older than they should be.)

Rael[ML](Present)

(whispering): "Elira…"

Rael[ML](Present)

(clutching his chest): Why do I know her name? Why does my heart ache… like I left something behind in fire?

(A royal banner flaps in the wind outside. On it, a crest he does not recognize—yet it feels like home. The past sleeps within him. But not for long.)

"End of Prologue"

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