Everest Kingdom — Capital City, Kale
The Kingdom of Everest was renowned as the jewel among the Seven Kingdoms. Verdant forests stretched beyond the horizon, and every city sparkled with ornate architecture and vibrant gardens. At the heart of it all stood Kale Castle, a fortress of unmatched grandeur, its towers reaching for the sky and every corner adorned with delicate carvings and gleaming ornaments.
The castle's massive gates were draped in blossoms—roses, lilies, kale, viscaria, and fresia—filling the air with a heady fragrance. Soldiers patrolled the walls, their eyes sharp, weapons ready, scanning the surroundings for any hint of danger. Even in the calm of the midday sun, vigilance reigned supreme.
It was almost noon, and the throne room was alive with anticipation. Nobles and commoners alike had gathered, their whispers blending into a low hum of excitement. Today marked a momentous occasion—the unlocking of the gift of the Last Dragon Guardian. Hearts pounded in unison, for the last heir of the Maverick Clan, Ezekiel, was about to step into destiny.
Ezekiel's fame had already spread far beyond the kingdom's walls. Not just for his bloodline, but for the striking charisma he carried with every step—the kind of presence that drew eyes and admiration alike.
As he entered the grand hall alongside his mother, their footsteps echoed against the marble floor. The crowd's murmurs grew silent…as he approached the throne, all eyes fixed on him. Every breath seemed to hold the weight of the future, every heartbeat a prelude to what was about to unfold. King Xaver II sat on his throne, regal and unwavering, surveying the room with a measured gaze. Ezekiel's eyes fell to the floor for a moment, a flicker of tension passing across his face. This was the moment that could shape the fate of kingdoms—a power centuries in the making—and all of Everest held its breath in anticipation.
As Ezekiel reached the foot of the throne, he felt his mother's comforting squeeze on his hand before she stepped back. With a deep breath, he bowed and then looked up to the king. "It's an honor to be in your presence, your majesty," Ezekiel greeted. The king nodded, his expression unreadable, and signaled to his right-hand man to hand over the scepter. As the scepter was presented, the king pressed a hidden button, and the ground between the throne and Ezekiel parted, revealing an altar. On it sat a scroll. Ezekiel's breath hitched. This was it. Once the scroll was opened, his destiny would be forever changed.
In that moment, as the ancient magic stirred, the weight of history and the promise of the future blended together, and the kingdom of Everest held its breath, waiting for what would come next.
Ezekiel took a deep breath and began to chant. His voice came out in a low hum. It was a common knowledge that whenever a person successfully unlocked his or her gift , a brilliant light will envelope the said person and the color of his or her iris will change. But by the time Ezekiel was done with his chant there was no light and the color of his irises remained the same.
Ezekiel was shocked. According to what his mom told him earlier once you have unlocked your gift you will feel a rush of heat in your veins ,but he felt nothing nothing changed at all he still felt the same.
Everyone around was also shocked they knew that whenever gift was unlocked a bright light show. It had been the same for ages. But from everyone's observation it's seemed Ezekiel had no gifts. As everyone pondered on what just happened. A messenger ran in and shouted "Vought forces have invaded our city and the entire Kingdom is under attack!". Immediately the messenger spoke the whole grand whole spiralled into turmoil.
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Sorry guys. Haven't been available in a while anyways I hope you enjoyed the chap. From now on I would be focusing on this novel only so stay tuned.
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