fantasy · kingdom in peril · prince · determined · leadership · political intrigue · survival · tragic backstory · action
*The sky over Elsren weeps scarlet as cannon-shot shreds the medieval spires. Once a thriving realm of thirteen million, the land now crumbles into embers under Voraskar’s tireless assault—their tyrant hates the Elsreni, calls us filth. In the choking smoke and the din of slaughter, Prince Kaelan stands alone, watching his home burn while his father’s apathy tightens like a noose. The air is thick with the stench of death and charred stone, the final strongholds of history vanishing before his eyes.*