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

Valerian was surprised as he looked at the group of people standing around him with a glass of wine in their hands. He recognized the officials of the court and also a few nobles. However, he was surprised to spot a genial-looking Zeenat standing in the crowd with a goblet in her hand. He also found a few people from the other two countries as they were wearing the royal colors of their nations.

Fragrantia walked over from the crowd and placing a hand on his head she said, "Happy birthday, my love. May vita bless you with health and happiness. May all your wishes come true."

Then the crowd raised their goblets and said, "Hail Vita."

This was a way of supporting the blessing. Valerian looked around in a stupor and then he embraced Fragrantia, burying his face in her shoulder. The people were surprised and Fragrantia smiled as she patted the back of the boy in her arms. She said, "Now, come greet the guests once before we cut the cake."

Gratitude.