Blanc_Dragon

In the year 2025, a curious linguist named Liam Routh discovers an ancient, untitled book hidden deep within the archives of a massive private library. Bound in leather and sealed with a forgotten symbol—a sun pierced by three arrows—the book claims to hold the true story of Kael of No-Name, a boy erased from his powerful family line over four thousand years ago.

As Liam begins to read, the air shifts. The ink glows. And suddenly, he’s not just reading the story—he’s living it.

Transported to a time of ruthless warlords, forgotten gods, and wild desert lands, Liam follows the audacious journey of Kael: a castaway prince turned rebel dreamer who escapes his tyrannical bloodline to forge a kingdom of laughter, love, and freedom in a land untouched by empire.

With a band of misfits by his side—including a drunk who thinks he’s royalty, a seductive thief, and a spear-wielding queen—Kael dares to challenge fate, conquer chaos, and rewrite history.

But kingdoms built on ideals are often the first to be tested by war.

Kingdom Of The Forgotten Sun

2025 – Saint Petersburg, Russia.

Snow drifted lazily through the air as Liam stepped off the train platform, his breath fogging in the frigid cold. In his gloved hand, he clutched a folded photocopy of the page he'd discovered inside the ancient book. Coordinates, a name, and a single phrase in Old Proto-European: "Below the tower, where silence was carved."

The library back in London had offered no answers, only more questions—and a strange book too old to belong in any modern collection. But the footnote scribbled in the margin had led him here, to Russia. A land of secrets beneath secrets.

A local contact, Sergei, met him in a battered Lada with a heater that only worked when the windows were down. "You're mad," Sergei said as he drove through icy streets. "You chase myths."

Liam shrugged. "Myths built the world."

They stopped outside an abandoned Orthodox cathedral, its stone weathered, its steeple cracked.

"The monks here kept records during the Great Disappearance—4,000 years ago," Liam said. "Some say they witnessed a man arrive from the south who spoke of a kingdom built by freedom and fire."

Inside the cathedral, cold light spilled through shattered stained glass. Liam found what he was looking for beneath the altar—a hatch leading to ancient catacombs.

But just as he descended, he heard it.

Then a voice, quiet and sharp: "He's here. No mistakes."

Liam turned off his flashlight and slipped into the tunnels. Shadowy figures followed—five of them, dressed in black, moving like phantoms. He didn't know who they were. Government? Cult? Something worse?

He clutched the hidden dagger he'd brought and kept moving, winding deeper into the crypts. Symbols etched into the walls glowed faintly under the UV beam. One caught his eye—a broken chain encircling a rising sun.

He wasn't chasing fantasy anymore. This was real. Buried, protected—and hunted.

He turned a corner, only to find one of the assassins waiting.

Liam kicked a loose rock, collapsed part of the tunnel, and ran.

Whatever Kael had left behind was close.

And someone didn't want him to find it.

Chapter Twenty-Three – The Clue Beneath the Ice