章節 1: Prologue : The Whispers of the Past
The wind blew gently through the towering trees, carrying with it the whispers of a forgotten world. The leaves, bathed in an emerald light, sang a soft and melancholic melody, while the sky, heavy with dark clouds, foretold the coming of a storm. Aelion moved cautiously among the ruins of an ancient human city, his steps echoing faintly on the cracked stones, silent witnesses of a distant past.
His silver hair, luminous even in the dim light, floated gently behind him, contrasting with the wild vegetation that had engulfed the remnants of this vanished civilization. His deep green eyes scanned the surroundings with an almost reverent attention, searching in the shadows for clues from the past. He was here for a specific reason, a mission that weighed heavily on his shoulders. The prophecy spoke of a relic, the Eternal Light, hidden somewhere in these ruins, an artifact capable of saving or destroying the world.
The once-thriving city was now a mass of stone and rusted iron, wrapped in a lush nature that seemed to have regained its former glory. Thick vines snaked around the collapsed buildings, trees with gigantic roots plunged deep into what had once been bustling streets, and flowers of vibrant colors bloomed where no human had set foot for centuries. Life had reclaimed its rights, but this return to nature was not without danger.
Aelion stopped before a broken monument, his delicate hands brushing over the barely visible carvings on the stone. He could still feel the echo of the magic that infused this place, an ancient energy, dormant but powerful. His gaze hardened. He knew others were seeking the Eternal Light, and they would have no qualms about plunging it into darkness to serve their own ambitions.
"Aelion." A familiar voice broke the silence.
He turned to see Kaelith emerging from the shadows, his ever-loyal companion. The contrast between them was striking: where Aelion was calm and contemplative, Kaelith was a whirlwind of raw energy. His hair as black as night, his golden eyes burning with an inner glow, testified to the strength of fire flowing in his veins. But today, a shadow hung over him, a sign of the difficult times they were facing.
"This place is steeped in magic, but also in danger," said Kaelith, resting a hand on one of his flaming blades. "We are not alone."
Aelion nodded, sensing the presence of a nearby threat as well. The mutated creatures that haunted these ruins, the tormented spirits that had never found peace, all formed an invisible veil, a warning to those who dared venture here. But neither of them could turn back. Their quest for the Eternal Light had just begun, and the path ahead would be fraught with trials.
"We must move forward," Aelion murmured, his words heavy with gravity. "Time is of the essence, and the prophecy will give us no respite."
Kaelith agreed, his eyes fixed on the shifting shadows surrounding the city. A shiver ran down his spine, but he quickly banished the fear that threatened to take hold of him. He was a warrior, forged in fire and pain. Nothing would stop him from completing this mission, not even the darkness lurking in every corner.
Together, they delved deeper into the ruins, their steps leading them into the unknown. Twilight was approaching, and with it, the dangers of an endless night in a world where light had become a distant memory. But somewhere in this darkness, a glimmer of hope still shone, an echo of eternity that would guide them toward their destiny.
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