The scene follow, having a close view of the ocean as we spot an owl ,(watching from the snowy owl view),the bird flew silently as it spot an artic hares hopping to the spring as it grabs it with a silent glide view still pointing to the ground,with a precise flap rising high up to the sky revealing
The sky above was a strange wash of deep green an red mist, glowing like an endless emerald veil stretched across the ozone layer. It never shifted—no sunrise, no sunset—just that steady, eerie light hanging over the land as if time itself was trapped. Wisps of pale mist drifted across the sky like ghostly ribbons, giving the whole world a dreamlike, almost unreal feel.
Jagged mountains rose in the distance, their dark peaks clawing up toward the green glow. Thin layers of snow clung stubbornly to the highest ridges, glittering faintly as if catching light from some unseen source. Now and then, a light snowfall drifted down, soft and silent, the flakes glowing faintly green as they fell.
There was no warmth, no cold—just a strange stillness, a world balanced between two missing extremes. Without day or night, the mountains cast no shadows, and the land felt like it was frozen in a single breath, suspended forever under that glowing sky.
Lies ahead was the kingdom of nadir.
The owl flew as it approaches.The ice cave frozen , its entrance carved into the side of a towering glacier. Jagged walls of translucent blue and silver sparkled faintly as the dim sunlight filtered through the ice, casting fractured patterns across the floor. The passage sloped gently downward, revealing a measurable, cavernous space inside—wide enough to walk through, yet , with stalactites of icicles hanging like crystalline chandeliers.
, the sound of slow-moving ice and distant water drops. Along the edges, thin layers of frost created delicate.The owl flew out of the rugged terrain.which it flew to its nest in the vast land .
Scene shift back to the Kingfom of nadir as argument coming from inside the palace.
Your grace this is the time to act now,we don't know what has happened out there if the rumors is true nor has fallen,there might be greater danger lurking in the shadows we must defend
King elanon "that is not your decide.
Prince anon but father,king elanon replied swiftly this conversation is over
King elanon "I am the king
Prince anon" an I am your son
The stone hall of a medieval castle. Torches flicker along the walls, and the heavy scent of burning pine fills the air. The king sits upon a carved oak chair, his expression stern. His son, a young prince, stands before him, hands clenched at his sides.as musky scent of fur fills the airs
King: "You would defy me, boy? After all these years of counsel, all the wisdom I have poured into you, you would risk the crown with reckless folly?"
Prince: "Father, I do not seek defiance. I seek justice! The northern lords grow restless, and you waste months in your hunts and feasts while the people suffer!"
King: nor is a power kingdom there is no way it has fallen."Justice? You speak of justice, yet you would act without foresight, without knowing the weight of command! A kingdom is not ruled with sentiment alone. Discipline, loyalty, and fear—they are the pillars of kingship."
Prince: "Fear? Is that all you have ever taught me? I will not inherit a throne built on terror! Let the people starve in silence, and we will be remembered as tyrants, not rulers!"
King: (slams hus claws on the armrest) "Enough! You speak as if the crown were yours already. You are still a boy, untested, unworthy of judgment. You know nothing of the courts, the armies, the alliances that bind a realm together!"
Prince: "Then teach me, father, as a son deserves! Do not shut me from your counsel and expect loyalty. If I am to one day wear this crown, I must see the truth of this kingdom, not the polished lies you hide behind walls of stone!"
King: (pauses, his voice lowering, a mixture of anger and grief) "The truth, boy, is cruel. The world does not bend for mercy or ideals. If you cannot accept that, you will learn only the bitterness of disappointment. Perhaps—perhaps it is better you remain in ignorance a little longer."
Prince: "Then I shall risk ignorance no more. I will ride to the north tonight, see the people, hear their grievances, and return with the proof you refuse to face!"
King: (rising to his full height, voice booming) "Ride? You would venture alone? Do you understand the dangers that lie in a winter's night? A king must protect his blood, not cast it to the wind!"
Prince: (standing firm, eyes blazing) "And yet, a son must act, even against his father, if the realm cries out for justice! Better a son's courage than a father's stubbornness!"
King: with a growl (glaring, then turning away, muttering) as he rise up slamming anon with his claws on his chest at his throne with a soft groan your still weak "So be it… but mark my words, boy: the path you choose is perilous. Let none say I did not warn you."
Atmosphere intensify as other hybrid(half human /half beast) could not look king elanon in his eyes as he could killed without question.king elanon He stood taller than any man, his shoulders broad and coiled with a raw, animal strength. His body was part human, part beast, a strange and unsettling blend of familiar and savage. Golden-brown fur covered most of his torso and limbs, sleek in some places, coarse in others, catching the light like the mane of a lion. Patches of bare skin white, weathered, and scarred—spoke of past battles, giving him a rugged, primal presence.
His hands ended in sharp, curved claws, black and glinting, capable of rending both flesh and stone. Where his feet should have been, massive hooves replaced toes, heavy and solid, leaving deep impressions in the earth with every step. His face was terrifying yet strangely noble: a strong jaw dusted with short fur, high cheekbones, and a mane that flowed from the crown of his head down his back, bristling when he sensed danger.
His eyes were lion-like, amber-gold with slitted pupils, radiating both intelligence and the raw, predatory instinct of the wild. Ears, pointed and tufted with fur, twitched at the faintest sound, while his nose—broad and black—sniffed the air like a hunter on the prowl. His muscles rippled under the fur as he moved, each motion a careful balance of human cunning and animal grace.
When he roared, it was a terrifying, guttural sound, part human shout, part lion's roar, echoing across the land and sending shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. Despite his fearsome form, there was a strange nobility to him, a presence that demanded respect, hinting that this creature was as much ruler of his own .as he was predator of the wild.
The palace of nadir rose from the valley like a dream hewn from firelight and stone with the ocean surrounding the entire land an the kingdom of nadir . Every tower, turret, and wall was built of bricks carefully laid in tight, precise rows, their colors ranging from deep russet to warm , each one slightly uneven, telling the story of countless hands shaping them over years. The mortar was a pale cream, pressed flush into the seams, holding the bricks like stitches on a giant, living quilt.
Prince anon moving to his chamber was interrupted by his mother as she spoke no one dare confront king elanon like that,your father only ones to protect you my son you don't know what lies out.anon tilting his head gently in disagreement as he sniff her palms.she claws his hairs inhaling"hmm fresh oil".