BeMyMoon

“Did I seriously reincarnate as a prince..?”

Felix was reincarnated as Lindarion Sunblade, a prince of Eldorath, destined for greatness—or so they say. 

In a world where magic and swordsmanship rule. True power is everything, and the strong shape history. But strength isn’t given, it’s earned. 

With a System awakening within him, one that pushes his limits with deadly quests sometimes, helps him with skills, he refuses to be just another noble in a gilded cage.

Trials await, enemies lurk in the shadows, and even among his own kind, power breeds conflict.

But he will rise. Not just as a prince—but as a ruler, a warrior, and a legend over the entire world.

Reincarnated as an Elf Prince

Which was rare enough to feel weird.

Ashwing made a sleepy noise, rolled over, and used Lindarion's thigh as a pillow.

"Comfortable?" Lindarion muttered.

The dragon huffed like he paid rent and deserved more space.

Instead, he slid his pack out from under the bench, unlatched one of the smaller flaps, and pulled out the map Raleth had given him earlier. Folded tight. Edges worn like it had lived too many lives in someone's coat pocket.

He ran his fingers along the crease.

He flipped it open slowly. The parchment made a soft crinkle, loud in the quiet.

Lines. Marks. Elevation curves. Notes in faded ink. Most of it legible. Some of it wishful thinking.

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