CH 4- "The Heirs of the Divide"
Time has a way of proving every word right, and the curse of the sage was no exception. From the day his voice thundered through the forest, Malverin and Tharion became enemies. Neither spoke to the other again, and the silence between them spread like fire through their kingdoms.
What began as anger soon turned into suffering. Their rage blinded them, and in their stubbornness they destroyed the lives of their own people. King Malverin of Corvallis and King Tharion of Ellora cut off all trade between their lands. Grain, goods, and everyday supplies stopped moving across the borders. Families that depended on this exchange lost everything. The markets grew empty, homes crumbled, and the kingdoms began to weaken.
The sage's words echoed true. Every single one.
Even their families were divided. No one dared to speak across the kingdoms. Prince Averon of Corvallis and Prince Alistair of Ellora had once been close friends, but their bond was torn apart as well. The people were heartbroken, for none of them wished for this outcome.
War followed. The two kings led their armies against each other, but neither side claimed victory. Both were strong, both suffered heavy losses, and in the end there was nothing but destruction. No one remained who could speak sense to either king. Their rage consumed everything, and their kingdoms began to sink into ruin.
But dark days never last forever. Time carried its burden forward. At last, King Malverin stepped down and placed the crown upon his son.
Averon Corveth became the new King of Corvallis, and with him came the hope of change.
Years later, King Tharion too laid down his throne. His son, Alistair Veynor, rose as the new King of Ellora.
The weight of the curse still hung between them, but these new rulers chose a different path.
King Averon worked tirelessly, speaking directly to his people, guiding them with words of hope. He encouraged unity within his land, teaching them how to live together and overcome hardship.
He opened new lands for farming, so no family would go hungry under his region. He rebuilt schools and temples that had been abandoned in the years of war, reminding his people that knowledge and faith were as important as bread.
Also, King Alistair built new ventures, opening ways for his people to find work and restore their pride.He repaired the roads that had fallen to ruin, making trade within his kingdom strong again. He supported craftsmen and traders, giving them the means to grow their skills and businesses. He set up shelters for those who had lost their families, ensuring no one in Ellora would be left alone.
Both kings poured themselves into rebuilding what had been lost.
Slowly, the two kingdoms began to breathe again. Fields turned green, rivers flowed freely, birds and animals returned, and the people smiled once more. People knew their ancestors' mistakes had cost them dearly, but in their hearts they were grateful that the sons had brought life back to their lands.
And yet, one truth could not be changed. Corvallis and Ellora would never share friendship again. The curse had bound them apart forever, and both King Averon and King Alistair knew this. So they kept their distance, guarding their kingdoms and never crossing the forbidden line.
But fate has its own way. The more you push something away, the closer it comes to you.
"Many years had passed since the old wounds were first mended."
The kingdoms of Corvallis and Ellora had long since healed, yet the shadows of the past still lingered. The fields were green, rivers gleamed under the sun, and the markets buzzed with life.
Averon and Alistair ruled wisely, their lands thriving under careful hands, but the invisible line between them remained unbroken. Friendship had been lost, and the quiet weight of the old curse kept the two kingdoms apart.
In the Kingdom of Corvallis, King Averon had two sons, Prince Lucaris and Prince Cedric , who grew strong and wise under his watchful eyes. Every lesson, every step, was guided by him, for one day they would bear the weight of the kingdom.
In the Kingdom of Ellora, King Alistair's family had grown up with three children. Prince Kaelen Veynor, already trained and wise beyond his years, had taken a bride of his own, carrying the legacy of his house with quiet strength.
Princess Veyra Veynor, whose story was only beginning, and the youngest, Princess Elenya Veynor, still watched and learned under the careful eyes of their kingdom.
Their names were known, but the paths they would follow remained a mystery, hidden beneath the ever-watchful gaze of Ellora.
Though the world moved on, unseen threads of fate had begun to stir.
And, maybe one day, the children of Averon and Alistair would cross paths, and the long-held divide between the kingdoms would face a challenge unlike any before.
How they would meet, what dangers awaited them, and what changes would ripple across both lands all of this remained veiled, waiting for the moment destiny chose to reveal itself.
Yet destiny often begins its work quietly, in the hearts of rulers burdened by their people's fate.
Both kings loved their kingdoms deeply and thought constantly about their safety.
In Corvallis, King Averon often worried for his land, but his wife, Queen Amarielle, was always by his side. Her only wish was to stand with her husband in every matter, and she never left him.
In doing so, her attention slowly drifted away from her children, though not out of neglect, but because she trusted that they were well cared for.
Living with them in the castle was Averon's elder sister, Morganna Corveth. After the tragic death of her husband in battle, Averon brought her back to Corvallis, and from then on she stayed with his family. Lucaris and Cedric grew up in her presence, and she loved them as if they were her own. To them, Morganna was not only their aunt but a second mother.
Lucaris was a thoughtful and responsible prince. He knew that as the eldest son, one day the kingdom would rest on his shoulders, and so he took every lesson seriously.
Calm and composed on the outside, he was the same within. His presence drew people toward him, his charm both natural and effortless. Morganna taught him how to carry himself, how to speak with elders, and he grew into a prince full of respect and grace.
His skills were unmatched. His swordsmanship was refined to the point where each strike seemed like a dance, graceful yet deadly. He shared his father's love for horse riding, and Averon had also taught him compassion for animals.
Since then, Lucaris had his own horse named Aris. Whenever he felt alone, he would confide either in his brother Cedric or in the quiet company of Aris.
Lucaris was sensitive at heart and often thought deeply about everything. His appearance matched his natural dark brown eyes framed with long lashes, thick eyebrows, a perfect smile. His brown hair glistened like bronze under the sun. Soon he would turn twenty-six. He had completed his studies and even excelled in military training. To his people, he was a loving prince, always speaking with warmth and kindness. On his walks through the kingdom, he would hand out sweets to children and often joined their games, laughing as freely as they did.
Cedric, his younger brother, was the complete opposite. At twenty-two, Cedric was wild and carefree. Where Lucaris was calm, Cedric was reckless, yet when it came to his brother, he was always by his side. Together they shared a bond that was unshakable, one steady, the other restless.
Cedric's personality was childlike. Though his body had grown, his heart remained playful. He spoke freely with Lucaris, knowing his elder brother would always understand him. Morganna adored Cedric, and so did Queen Amarielle and King Averon, for he was the younger son.
But Lucaris never felt jealous of this. On the contrary, it made him happy to see the affection Cedric received. He often smiled when his parents asked Morganna for advice about Cedric, grateful for the love that surrounded his younger brother.
Cedric felt a quiet pride in his heart not just because Lucaris was his brother, but because Lucaris was the kind of man kingdoms remembered. Soon Lucaris would turn twenty-six, stepping into the age where youth slowly gives way to destiny.
The kingdom was already preparing; streets would shine with lanterns, children would laugh with sweets in their hands, and even the poorest would eat like kings that day.
The people adored him. They blessed his name with every breath, and in their joy, it felt as though the land itself celebrated his birth. Yet behind the laughter and glory, there were nights when Lucaris sat in silence. Surrounded by love, yet touched by an ache only he could feel. Something was missing something no crown, no crowd, no festival could give.
He searched for it in his thoughts, in the stillness of the stars above his castle, and in the quiet of his own soul. What was this longing? And when the answer would come, what would it mean for him, and for the fate of the kingdom of Corvallis itself?