Author: Antonio Carlos Pinto

Publisher: Elia Chronicles by Gareth

Published: 2024-08-19

Total Pages: 0

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In the ethereal mists of the seven Arcan kingdoms, when magic still flowed freely through the veins of creation, the first glimpses of what would become the noblest of odysseys appeared. A young paladin, Elius, son of the blessed Von Gareth lineage, was gifted with a spark of heroism so overwhelming that his courage eclipsed the very brilliance of the ancient blade he wielded. But the young paladin was more than a son of the Von Gareth house. This was the firstborn of two houses, the Von Gareth and the S. Darkan, a progeny fated or condemned by the ancient gods to master the secrets of the arcane arts, light and darkness. In the golden years of his youth, Elius was raised under the zealous care of his progenitor, the noble Elia Von Gareth, and the venerable Isaah Darkan, his grandmother with hair as silver as the moonlight. In the pleasant comfort of his home, in the peaceful village of Raio de Sol in Grammaria, the boy grew up lulled by the ancient whispers of the ancient forests and by the epic tales of glory and valiant deeds that the matriarch told him, sparks of heroism that would light the torch of your own glorious destiny. There, in that sacred retreat, Elius was nourished with legends of immortal warriors, powerful sorcerers and feats as great as those of his own mother. However, dark clouds began to cover those once idyllic places. The evil Antracus, the newly crowned Dark Lord, has begun to spread his poison of evil across the arcane realms, gathering an army of mercenaries and demons to subjugate the free lands under his despotic reign. And one fateful night, his most terrible minion, the specter Miticus, burst in shadow through the chambers of House Von Gareth, snatching the beloved Elia into his spectral clutches and igniting an unstoppable war between the houses of Grammaria and NightGlen. At his adoring mother's screams of pure terror, Elius's heart burned with a holy fury, as if the very flames of Hell burned in his youthful chest. Wielding the flaming sword of his ancestors, the young paladin set out in an aftermath of rage and unbreakable determination, vowing not to cease his journey until Elia was freed from the shadows that had captured her. His steps then led him to the cursed gates of NightGlen, the mirrored city where Antracus had erected his fortress of darkness. Infiltrating through dark alleys and haunted alleys, Elius entered the forbidden realm of shadows, defying the vile creatures that guarded the walls of his own evil. However, his impetuosity did not go unnoticed, and soon the Dark Lord himself sent his most fearsome creature, the Shadowspawn, to capture the daring warrior, whether alive or dead. In a desperate escape from the underworld, Elius ran towards the ruins of an ancient temple, pleading with the arcane gods for protection and allies for his noble crusade. For he knew that, alone, he would never be a match for the legions of Antracus - although his determination burned as brightly as the blade of fire he wielded. "Come to me, valiant champions and mages of pure spirit!", shouted the young man to the starry heavens. "Join this warrior on his journey for justice and freedom! For the time has come to break the shackles of darkness and bring back light to these blessed lands!" And so, under the watchful eye of the silver moon, Elius waited for those who would heed his call to heroism, ready to gather a brotherhood of champions and begin the greatest battle of his life. For the day had come to challenge Antracus himself and free his beloved mother from the clutches of evil, no matter how high the cost to be paid.