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In the war-torn kingdom of Velmora, a prophecy foretells that only one warrior can wield the legendary blade Solmara and end the centuries-old war. That warrior is Kael Dain, a battle-hardened outcast raised among mercenaries, unaware of his true lineage.

But the prophecy comes with a cruel twist—Kael must forsake love, for the one he gives his heart to will bring the kingdom to ruin.

Then he meets Seraphine, a mysterious healer with eyes like molten gold and a past shrouded in secrets. Drawn to her in ways he cannot explain, Kael discovers too late that Seraphine is tied to the prophecy—her blood unlocks Solmara’s true power, and if she dies, the blade awakens.

As dark forces rise and betrayal lurks in every shadow, King Varos, a ruthless ruler obsessed with fulfilling the prophecy for his own gain, seeks to capture Seraphine and bend fate to his will.

Now, Kael faces an impossible choice: sacrifice the woman he loves to fulfill his destiny and save the kingdom, or defy fate and risk plunging the world into eternal war.

the fatebound blade

Kael's voice was hoarse. "I think I just spoke to something… or someone."

Seraphine's grip on his arm tightened. "Who?"

Kael swallowed hard, his fingers still wrapped around Solmara's hilt. The sword felt different now—not just a weapon, but something pulsing with awareness.

"A warrior," he said slowly. "Or a shadow of one. He wore black armor, silver-edged, like the blade. He spoke like he knew me, like I was… late for something."

Seraphine's golden eyes flickered with understanding. "The Lost Guardian."

Kael frowned. "You've heard of him?"

She nodded, her gaze drifting toward the murals lining the chamber walls. "I told you before—this ruin is older than the kingdoms. And so is Solmara."

Kael followed her gaze. The murals told a story, but one he hadn't fully seen before.

At the center of the largest carving stood a warrior, black armor glinting beneath a storm-lit sky. The same figure from Kael's vision.

Beside him, another figure—this one wielding a blade wreathed in light.

Kael inhaled sharply. "Who is he?"

Seraphine hesitated. "The first wielder of Solmara. The Guardian of the Prophecy." She exhaled slowly. "They say he was the only one strong enough to control its power. Until he vanished."

Seraphine turned back to him, her gaze steady. "And now you're holding his blade."

The runes along its surface still glowed faintly, responding to his touch. He could feel something within it—like an ember waiting to become a wildfire.

His grip tightened. "The Guardian said I ran from what I am."

Kael opened his mouth—but no words came.

Because deep inside him, he wasn't sure.

He had spent his life surviving. Fighting for coin. Wandering without purpose.

Had he been running all this time?

A tremor rumbled through the chamber.

Kael and Seraphine snapped to attention. The ground beneath them shook.

The murals cracked. Dust rained from above.

Kael's gut clenched. Something was coming.

Seraphine cursed. "We need to move."

Kael nodded, but the moment he tried to stand—

A surge of energy ripped through him.

Pain lashed his skull. His vision blurred—

And then, for the second time that day, Kael's world shattered.

The air burned with the scent of ash and blood.

Corpses littered the ground—warriors in golden armor, their wings broken, their eyes dull.

Kael saw him clearly this time. His black armor was splattered with blood, his grip on Solmara unshaking.

Before him stood another figure—a woman with eyes like fire, clad in silver.

Kael couldn't hear their words, but he could feel their rage, their sorrow.

A dark power erupted from the blade.

The battlefield trembled. The woman screamed.

Kael gasped as he was yanked back into reality.

Seraphine was shaking him. "Kael!"

He sucked in a ragged breath, his vision still swimming. His heart pounded in his chest.

Seraphine's expression was tense. "What did you see?"

Kael looked down at Solmara, its surface now gleaming with an ominous glow.

"A war. A prophecy. And a choice that destroyed them all."

chapter 10: The voice of the blade