THE_WORDSMITH

In this world, some say, the truth and the legends are the same. One such legend belonged to the protagonist, Valerian.

Valerian was an orphan, a boy blessed with a beautiful face, and everyone around him, could not help but want to play with him, till one day a prophet passing through their town pronounced him to be cursed. 

Since that day, the destiny of the boy seemed to have changed completely, he was shunned by everyone around him, and the gazes that were earlier filled with love and affection, now brimmed with disgust and hatred. 

The constant shunning and humiliation made the cheerful child grow up to be bitter and inexpectant. On his seventh birthday, things changed once again. 

This time, it was not the people around him who went through a change, but himself. As he grew up, Valerian became a legend in his own sense. 

The people sang of a boy, who could not speak, they shed tears for a boy, who could not grieve. He came from nowhere yet he was known everywhere. 

Would you like to know this legend? A story where a curse can become a blessing? A story of sacrifice, betrayal, determination, and secrets.

Valerian, The Legendary

The guards all ran over to the bonfire and surrounded the princess and the rest while their gaze locked onto the tree line. Quies had also taken out his sword and was ready to deal with the enemy. 


Just when the tension was at its peak, two figures walked out of the tree line. Under the moonlight, their features looked very mesmerizing, Azula was surprised and she stood up. The two figures looked like they were made of wood. 


Quies asked, "May I ask, what brings your excellency here?" 


His tone may sound calm but his heart was palpitating. The creatures in front of him were called the Driad. They were the creatures that lived in the forest, the information about them was scarce, however, these creatures were not known for their hostility. 


The figure in the front said, "We sensed the presence of your magical beasts, so we came to check. We hope that you do not mind the intrusion. Not many people stay in the woods at night."


Close Brush.