Chapter 1: The Forgotten Past

The skies were filled with the sound of rain pouring down on a battlefield that had been abandoned by time. The particles evoked memories of an age of war between kingdoms and blood on the land.'... ". However, life continued to vibrate amidst this misery, but not in the way that nature intended.? A faint, otherworldly glow flickered beneath the roots of a tree that was older than the kingdom. An artifact that was broken and resembling the magic of centuries gone, it emanated from an orb that had been destroyed.

The spark of consciousness erupted into Arian's mind, just like a spark was struggling to burn. Skyscrapers, glowing screens, and a science-driven world were suddenly evident in his mind. Is it possible that he had perished there? Still, there he was, lying in the damp embrace of snow, with his chest shaking in an unnamed corpse.

With his eyes wide open, Arian gasped for air and held his chest tightly as if to verify his existence. His surroundings were a mix of unfamiliar and familiar territory. He stooped up, his fingers interfering with the fine fabric of royal attire featuring an unfamiliar emblem. In the middle of a pond, he was no more than sixteen years old, with sharp, noble features and black hair. His eyes were as piercing as an eagle's.

He murmured, "Where's...?".

Fragile memories were pushed aside as pain ran through his skull.

He was the third prince of the empire, a noble title but without any royal influence. The forgotten progeny of Emperor Caelum Aldenor, Arian Castoral Aldanor. Once destined for greatness, but now shunned by his older brothers, he had become an uncanny prince in his own household.

He felt Arian's hands resting on his chest. Why? He was no longer the man he had been, but resembled the boy this world believed.e.

The sound of footsteps jolted him out of his consciousness. A concealed individual emerged from the murky forest, their movements judicously but skillfully. The individual in question was a servant, an elderly gentleman with slender shoulders and gnarled features on his face.

With a low look, the man exclaimed, "Your Highness, I have called you in to the council chamber.".

Arian's mind raced. Although he had limited knowledge of this world, revealing his ignorance was not an option for him. He trailed the servant down the winding corridors of the imperial palace, nodding curtly.. The magnificence was overwhelming with elaborate tapestries of heroic battles, marble columns adorned with runes and chandeliers that floated on inexplicable streams of magic.

As they neared the council chamber, snippets of violent arguments penetrating the towering oak doors.'

He said: 'You can't use this for anything. You don'T have him, you are a stain from Aldenor's family.

Then another commanding voice appeared, "Say no more!".

The doors broke, and Arian entered. A vast area was present, and its ceiling was embellished with constellations. In the centre was Emperor Caelum, a man of great power.?... He had a powerful presence with silver hair and gold-studded eyes, but his face's wrinkles were reminiscent of the sacrifice made during years of war.

The brothers of Arian were present with their father, but they exhibited both disdain and disregard. This was a test, and it was evident that this meeting wasn't typical.

"Ah, the prince who was forgotten has come to see us," exclaimed Marcus, his eldest and heir apparent.

"It took some time for me to get up," Arian replied, looking intently at his brother. "Sorry, I waited longer," he added in an uncharacteristic tone.

The Emperor's gaze widened into Arian, scrutinizing his words with great precision. "You were called to discuss the empire' future.". Is it possible that you are willing to contribute to something?

The difficulty was in the balance.'... Arian had previously been a power player in his youth, but now he was an unarmed warrior engaged in balancing politics with magic.

Despite his brothers' lack of experience, Arian maintained that they were still Aldenors. His voice was clear.

Don't take me for granted.

Gasps rippled through the room. Despite Marcus' anger, the Emperor raised his hand to silence him and his face turned upside down.

"Flexible words, " Caelum stated, his lips twirling into a slight frown. "Very well.".

That is your chance to prove them.

When meeting ended, Arian retreated to his quarters. His new reality' he felt under pressure. He was a prince who had no allies, no power, and no understanding of the forces at play in this world.

Standing by the window, he observed the vast city below.' Its vast empire witnessed the flourishing of its inhabitants under a veil of magic. But danger arose behind the scenes. He was even exposed to the sounds of rebellion and ancient enemies.'

"I have to learn about this world, it's all about magic and politics," Arian declared.

His resolve hardened. He must be able to survive and establish a life for himself by defeating those who tried to keep him hidden.'

His gaze was directed towards a book on his desk, as the candlelight shone through it. The book chronicled the empire's past, presenting both triumph and sorrow in its pages. As Arian read it, his fingers rested on a passage about the Voidfang, an ancient artifact of great influence that had determined the destiny of the empire centuries before.

A shiver ran down his spine. Did he witness a broken orb in the woods that could be connected to this story?

Arian felt his thoughts flooded with possibilities, as the moon shone brightly. He was not a common prince, and this was no ordinary world.? Despite the perilous path, Arian welcomed the gradual integration of his new life.

With a smile on his face, he said: "Let them come," or "This prince will never be forgotten." He added:

As the storm faded away, its echoes persisted, hinting at the chaos that would ensue.