The Mark the night sky above Eldoria Village was darker than usual.
A cold wind passed through the silent houses while most villagers slept peacefully.
But Arin could not sleep.
He stood outside his small wooden house, staring at the moon. Something felt strange tonight, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
"Why do I feel like something is going to happen…" Arin whispered.
Suddenly the wind stopped.
The forest near the village became completely silent.
Then—
A deep voice echoed in his mind.
"The heir has awakened."
Arin looked around in panic.
"Who said that?!"
But no one was there.
Suddenly his vision blurred.
Dark shadows surrounded him and the ground beneath his feet disappeared.
He felt like he was falling into an endless void.
Then he saw it.
A massive throne made of black stone.
And sitting on it…
A shadowy figure wearing a broken crown.
The figure slowly raised its head.
Two glowing crimson eyes stared directly at Arin.
"You finally came."
Arin trembled.
"Who… who are you?"
The figure stood up.
Its voice was ancient, powerful, and terrifying.
"I am the king they erased from history."
The shadows around the throne began to swirl violently.
"And you… are my successor."
Before Arin could say anything, the figure stretched out its hand.
A dark symbol burned into Arin's palm.
"AAAAH!"
Arin screamed as the pain exploded through his body.
Then everything disappeared.
Silence returned.
Arin suddenly woke up on the cold ground outside his house.
His heart was beating rapidly.
"It… it was just a dream…"
But when he looked at his hand—
He froze.
On his palm was a glowing black mark shaped like a crown.
And far away in the capital city…
Inside a grand palace…
An old mage suddenly opened his eyes in shock.
"The Mark of the Forgotten King…"
His voice trembled.
"It has appeared again.
THE END!