The volcano, a giant, eternally silent, seemed to be sleeping. However, the cracks in its stones whispered an ancient story, full of fire and destruction.
"It's funny," said an old man. "People forget prophecies when it doesn't suit them. They think they are old words, lost to the wind. But the wind always returns.
Crystallphaos was not just a place of strategic importance. It was a home. A small corner of peace in a world sinking into chaos, which had everything: hills, forests, lakes, plains. In the center of this paradise, there was a small settlement, built in the shape of a "Λ," with three gates protecting it.
The Gate of Trade, in the southwest, took care of the exchange of goods. The Gate of Fishing, in the southeast, brought the treasures of the waters. The Gate of Battles was located in the north, the only one that connected Kristallfaos with the outside world.
The Gate of Battles bore the burden of peace, but the shadows of history were always there... shadows that connected the place to old prophecies.
Between the Gate of Trade and the Gate of Fishing, an impressive dormant volcano dominated. The volcano looked like a sleeping dragon, silent but threatening. It was a giant that gave its name to the place.
The crystals that were mined from the slopes of the volcano were said to hold the essence of the earth. However, those who did not respect their power brought disasters. The volcano was also sacred to the elders of the place. Every year, a small procession offered gifts in its cracks, as a way to ask for protection, but also to appease the unknown that was hiding in its depths. This was what gave life to the area, while the volcano embraced the valley like a ghostly protector.
However, the passage to the north, where the Gate of Battles was located, had always been the most dangerous area. Here, the army of Crystallphaos did an excellent job, preventing invasions from other kingdoms. Although enemies often dared to attack, the battles kept the inhabitants cohesive and safe.
Life seemed stable, but the borders always had their own story to tell – a story full of raids, sacrifices, and the relentless effort to maintain peace.
However, history is not written only on walls and battlefields. Sometimes, it starts in humble places, from the simplest moments. And this is such a story.
In a corner of this land, a new world was being born. In the town of Luminous Kryst, a new life began, a boy with thin, but shiny, golden hair... shiny like the sun, and eyes full of vitality and joy.
He was, to be honest, a quiet soul. There was something in his gaze, a spark that would not go out. As if he was born for a purpose that no one could understand, but everyone could feel. In his laughter, there was a promise, a sense of change, waiting for its moment to be revealed. It was as if his laughter illuminated a dark future that no one could imagine. As if he already knew his path. Not a simple path... but a path towards something greater.