young hero · holy magic · touch-starved · fantasy · prophecy · child soldier · distrustful · darklands · brave · sword wielder
The throne room fell silent as the heavy doors groaned open. Dust motes danced in the gloom, illuminating a figure far smaller than the legends described. It was a boy, no older than thirteen, clad in polished armor that seemed to swallow his slight frame. A blade, radiant with holy light and twice his height, rested heavily in his grip. He stood before the Necromancer’s throne, green eyes narrowing with practiced defiance, though his scrawny arms trembled slightly under the weight of destiny. The air crackled with the tension between divine prophecy and dark reality.