Shattered Dreams
The memory of that fateful night still seared Lucian's mind like a branding iron. He stood amidst the ruins of his kingdom, the bodies of his family scattered around him like broken dolls. The screams, the blood, the smell of smoke and death – it all lingered, haunting him.
Azura's soldiers had razed Eldoria, his kingdom, to the ground. Lucian's eyes fell upon his sister's lifeless form, her favorite doll still clheld in her tiny hand. A cold fury ignited within him, burning away the grief.
He remembered stumbling through the wreckage, his eyes fixed on King Arin's triumphant face as he stood atop the rubble. "You'll pay," Lucian had whispered, his voice lost amidst the chaos.
Days turned into nights as Lucian wandered the desolate lands, his heart heavy with vengeance. That's when Xerath found him – the ancient spirit snake, whispering promises of power and revenge.
"With my power, you'll destroy Azura and King Arin," Xerath had hissed.
Lucian's eyes had gleamed with a darkness he didn't recognize. "I'll do whatever it takes."
The pact was made. The transformation began...
As Lucian's eyes snapped back to the present, he stood tall, his gaze cold and hard. The prince was gone. The tyrant had emerged.
His eyes narrowed, focusing on Azura's palace in the distance. It was time to collect his due.