The dark night

The kingdom of Lorian was a gift from the late emperor to his son, King Owan.It stood high upon a lonely hill, always wrapped in heavy clouds and drifting mist. At its heart rose a towering castle, its black walls and tall spires looming like shadows against the sky.it gives a very fantasy fairytale castle like look. 

Far below, the valley stretched wide and deep, separating the royal castle from the cities where the people lived. The valley look so dark and horrible.To cross, there was only one way—a long bamboo bridge, swaying in the wind. Its creaking sound could unsettle even the bravest heart.
At the very edge of the kingdom lay the Hagen tribe, hardened by the border’s dangers.its hagen tribe duty to defend the border side . The tribe which comes here one century ago. Meanwhile, in the central lands of Lorian, the Naze clan made their home, known for their loyalty and special powers which run in their veins.. This is a very historical clan who oaths with king owan ancestors to defend their royal family.. 

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Kingdom of Lorian

The night was heavy—clouds smothered the moon, bats wheeled through the sky, and a silence of dread hung over the palace walls. Soldiers patrolled as always, their boots echoing on stone, moving back and forth on upper areas of the castle. unaware that death had already slipped among them.
A shadow appeared. Then another. Then many more.One by one, guards vanished as if swallowed whole, their bodies silenced before they could raise alarms. Those stationed at signal posts were the first to fall—cut down swiftly, leaving the kingdom blind.
Then it came.A single flaming arrow streaked through the night, striking the palace wall with a hiss, cutting through the kingdom’s flag.

Thwip—thwip—thwip!

A rain of arrows followed, darkening the sky in fire and steel. Soldiers shouted, scrambling into formation, fear tightening their voices even as they steadied their spears.

Inside his quarters, the commander snapped upright as a terrified soldier stumbled in, bowing so low his voice trembled against the floor.

“Commander! Commander—we are under attack! It’s such a fierce attack!”

The commander’s fury blazed. Grabbing his sword, he stormed outside, face hardened like iron. The night was chaos—firelit arrows rained across the battlements, soldiers falling by the dozens. And there, across the battlefield, stood Kaelith. His crimson sword glowed like liquid fire, his smirk sharp as a predator’s.

When he saw Kaelith, the son of Zerath, he was shocked. 

"How can it be? The Hagen tribe attacking the castle? This was truly disastrous—they had betrayed the kingdom. If they dared to attack like this, it meant they were fully prepared. "

The commander’s eyes burned with hatred. 

Grabbing his sword, he stormed outside, face hardened like iron. The night was chaos—firelit arrows rained across the battlements, soldiers falling by the dozens. And there, across the battlefield, stood Kaelith down .His crimson sword glowed like liquid fire, his smirk sharp as a predator’s.

“You bastards!” the commander roared, his voice cutting through the storm. “You dare attack the royal castle itself?! Then tonight—we’ll carve the lesson into your bones!”

But the true terror was not the arrows.Dark orbs began to arc over the walls, dropping into the courtyards and corridors of the palace. They struck, and boom—the ground quaked. Smoke burst out, thick and strange. Soldiers inhaled it, only for their eyes to glaze, bodies stumbling as if their minds were drowned in haze.

The commander’s eyes widened. “No… that’s impossible. They’re using the Hagen’s poison!”

More explosions.Walls cracked, gates shattered, flames spread like wild beasts devouring the castle’s heart. And then—the palace doors broke apart. Hagen warriors surged inside, merciless, cutting down everyone in their path.

“Destroy Lorian!” their voices thundered as steel clashed and fire rose.

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Inside the throne room, King Owan froze as the ground trembled. Explosions echoed through the halls, shaking the stained-glass windows. His grip tightened around his sword, jaw set with grim resolve. When the doors burst open, he found Kaelith himself standing in the royal hall, crimson sword blazing, shadows coiling like serpents around him.

“I should never have allowed you to remain in this kingdom,” the King said, fury burning through his veins. “That kindness was my greatest regret. Tonight—you’ll pay.”

Kaelith only smirked wider, stepping forward, his blade humming with dark energy.

Their swords clashed—steel ringing through the chamber like thunder. Sparks flew, shadows writhed, and still the king held firm, his strikes fueled not by youth but by sheer will.
But when Kaelith’s blade curved toward his chest, another figure leapt in.

The impact of two swords rang loud as the King was shoved aside.An old man now stood before Kaelith, his weathered frame braced, his sword glowing with deep blue energy. Though his hair was silver, his eyes were still fierce—the Guardian of the King himself.

“Your Highness!” 

he barked, blocking a second strike.

 “The battle outside is dire—they’ve unleashed forces never seen before! Alchemists conjuring abominations, beasts twisted by demonic possession… We cannot hold them! You must flee—take the Princess and run!i will protect you my lord! ”

“Run?” Kaelith’s laughter cracked through the chamber, mocking and cruel. “Naïve old fool. Do you think we came unprepared? Even as you speak, my clan’s hunters chase her. She won’t even be in the castle by now.”

He tilted his head back, laughing, voice echoing like a curse.“And her guardian… that damned wretch who stopped me last time? He’s on holiday, isn’t he? How perfect. How beautiful the timing is!”

Hahaha.. Hahaha.. 

The King’s blood ran cold, his hands trembling against his sword. His daughter—his only child—alone, unguarded. His heart screamed denial. He held the wall edge as his steps staggered back..” No no…that can't be.. “ 

“Kaelith!!” the old man snarled, striking again with blue flame dancing along his blade. Kaelith parried easily, his smirk never faltering.

The King staggered forward, desperate to leave, to find his daughter, but black-armored Hagen soldiers closed in, encircling the whole royal hall. No one even can come inside this hall. 

“You wonder how we broke so deep into your heart?” Kaelith sneered, voice dripping with triumph. “Our shadows already lived among you. Your maids, your soldiers, your trusted walls—they’ve been ours for years. And tonight, your kingdom falls.”

Rage flared in King Owan’s eyes, his sword rising again.
“This is the reward you give, after my grand father granted you shelter? After he pitied you and gave you land? He should have seen through Zerath’s schemes! And tonight, I will carve his lies from your flesh myself!”

Their swords clashed again, crimson fire against blue flame, the throne room drowning in sparks and shadow.
……..…...…… 

The night forest was heavy with dampness, branches dripping, the ground slick with mud. Through the undergrowth, a blur of white and blue darted desperately—Princess Ninsula, her bare feet bruised and bloodied from endless running. Her breaths came ragged, heart hammering as arrows hissed past her, one grazing her cheek in a hot line of pain.
She stumbled, falling to her knees with a cry, dirt clinging to her torn gown. But she pushed herself up again, trembling legs forcing her forward. Behind her, the shouts of men and the pounding of hooves closed in.

“Find the Princess!” 

a bellow roared above the chaos.The voice belonged to the leader of the hunting party—a massive man with dark, blood-red hair and a body like a forged wall of muscle. Crimson flames curled around him as he swung a warhammer that cracked the ground itself. His eyes glowed with fury, his presence towering even astride his black steed.

“Capture her!” he thundered. “She is our only purpose tonight. Fail me, and i will kill you all with my hands !”

because he knows if he would get fail he couldn't live anymore.. 

Terrified, Ninsula crouched into a bush, clutching her knee, her tiny hands pressed over her mouth to hide the sobs threatening to break free. Her thoughts raced to her father—was he safe? Was he alive? Just yesterday everything had been whole, bright… and now snakes had slithered into their kingdom, tearing it apart in one night.

Her blood froze.With a roar, the tree shielding her was split in half by a slash of steel. Splinters rained, and the hulking warrior loomed over her.

“There you are, little mouse.”

 His laugh was guttural, cruel. Sliding from his horse, he reached out and clamped his hand around her arm, lifting her like prey.

“Your father is already dead. Stop your cat and mouse game.stop struggling. You belong to us now.”

Ninsula’s fury flared through her fear. She bit into his wrist with all the strength her small jaw had, tasting iron.

“Do not touch me, you filthy bastard! Do not speak of my father!”she blurted heavily. 
But his grip didn’t loosen. With a snarl, he twisted her arms behind her back, bending them until she cried out, her hair falling wild across her face. Tears burned her eyes, but her glare never softened.
And then—

Click—clack.

Thrash.

The red hairs man scream ripped through the night as blood sprayed across the forest floor. His massive frame staggered back, staring in horror at the stump where his arm had been—his severed limb lay discarded between him and the Princess.

Gasps and shouts erupted as the Hagen soldiers froze, fear rippling through their lines.

From the depths of the fog and shadow,in this deep forest where moon play hide and seek, a figure stepped forward. Black robes dragged across the mud, twin swords shimmering in dark night blue gleaming in his hands, angled low and deadly. His movements were silent, his aura suffocating, as if death itself had come to walk among them.
Purple eyes glimmered in the moonlight, cutting through the night like cold fire. His voice was calm, but carried the chill of a blade against the throat.

“I warned Kaelith once before—touch her, and I’ll rip your very hands who touched her .”

The wounded red hairs man staggered, sweat pouring down his temple.“Who the hell are you?!”
But the Princess already knew. Her eyes widened, disbelief stealing her breath. Two days ago, her father had said he would be gone. That he would not be here for three days. That she would be more careful without him. And yet—he was here. Against all odds, her savior her guardian stood before her.

The red-haired brute barked, “Take the Princess and run! I’ll deal with him myself!”

But before his soldiers could move, the Guardian vanished.

Fshhhh—!

In a blink, he was among them. One sword slashed across the red hairs man throat, his eyes widen seeing his insane speed the other drove deep into a chest. He fall down with thud on ground and other soldiers get frightened, trembling.when he look with narrow eyes at them.Blood sprayed in arcs as men screamed, collapsing like cut wheat.

But his eyes so deadly.. Cold gleaming violet colour. Black hairs in loose ponytail as always. 

“Ahhh—!”

 one soldier cried before his head was cleaved clean from his shoulders. Another raised his spear—only to have both arms severed in a single crossing strike, his body crumpling as he writhed in agony.

The Guardian spun, blades flashing in brutal efficiency. The forest filled with groans and gurgles, the ground painted red in an instant.
When the last soldier dropped, silence crashed down. The fog thickened, the stench of blood hung heavy.

The Guardian stood, swords dripping crimson, his robes brushing through corpses as he stepped closer. The Princess’s wide eyes followed him, her breath trembling, her heart torn between terror and overwhelming relief.

The princess stood frozen, speechless. Then, with trembling steps, she ran toward him, clasping her hands against her chest, her eyes shining with desperate tears.

“I want to go back… I want to see my father. Please, take me to him!”
Blood dripped from his blade, staining the earth. With a swift motion, he slid one sword back into its sheath and turned toward her. His gaze was sharp, deadly cold, each step forward making her heart stumble. She shrank back, but before fear could overwhelm her, he suddenly closed the distance—his arm wrapping firmly around her waist, pulling her against him.

Her breath caught, her eyes widening in shock. But before she could mistake his intent, he bent down, pressing her face into the crook of his neck—just as an arrow hissed past, grazing the air above his head.

“Aaah—!” her muffled cry broke against his shoulder.

From behind, Kaelith’s brows twitched with frustration as his arrow missed its mark.

“Damn it!” he snarled. “Gather the troops—spread my order! Chase them at all costs! Surround them! I want princess alive!”

His command echoed, and the forest erupted with soldiers. But the Guardian had no time to waste. With the princess clutched tightly in his arms, he leapt—soaring high, moving from branch to branch like a shadow against the canopy. She clung to his waist, her fingers digging into him as she fought for balance. Fear knotted in her chest, yet strangely… in his grasp, there was a fleeting sense of safety.

Arrows rained down like a storm. One struck—piercing deep into his arm, blood soaking his sleeve. He groaned low, the sound raw but restrained. With one sharp tug, he wrenched the arrow free, tightening his hold on her instead of faltering. His eyes stayed forward, unyielding.

“You’re hurt!” she whispered, her voice trembling, her heart pounding wildly as she glimpsed his profile so close for the first time—the sharp line of his jaw, the unshaken resolve burning in his purple eyes.

He didn’t answer. He only ran.
The great bamboo bridge came into sight, swaying over the abyss. They dashed onto it, the ropes groaning under their weight. Behind them, Kaelith’s army closed in, arrows still whistling through the air. And from the far end of the bridge—another wave of soldiers appeared, surrounding them on both sides.
The princess froze, terror stealing her breath. Kaelith’s voice rose from the chaos, mocking, confident.“Give up! There’s nowhere left to run. Every path leads to death!”

The Guardian’s arm tightened firmly around her waist. He leaned close, his voice low, a whisper meant only for her.

“Master… do you trust me?”
She blinked up at him, startled, but the fire in his eyes made her nod without hesitation. She didn’t even understand why.“Yes…”
“Then hold on. And don’t be afraid.”
Before she could ask what he meant, his feet pressed hard against the creaking planks—

and he leapt.
Together they plunged into the endless fog below, vanishing into the abyss as gasps rippled through the soldiers. Even Kaelith’s smirk faltered, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“They… jumped?”
The bridge swayed violently in the wind, and below—nothing but darkness and mist. An endless valley that swallowed everything whole.
And the two figures were gone.