In the quiet village of Eldenbrook, nestled among misty hills and dense, whispering forests, a boy named Arthur was born under a crescent moon. Even as a child, he carried a restless spirit, eyes bright with dreams that stretched far beyond the farm fields where his parents toiled. While other children played with sticks, Arthur imagined swords and battles, honor and glory, his heart pounding for something greater.

When he was fifteen, a knight named ser martin arrived to Eldenbrook in order to participate in tournament that was held there. when suddenly He saw Arthur’s skill with a wooden sword, his fearless strikes, and the fire in his eyes. The knight took him as a squire after the tournament ended, teaching him the art of the sword, the discipline of battle, and the code of honor that marked a true knight. Arthur trained relentlessly, enduring bruises, hunger, and fatigue. Each strike of the sword against wood and steel honed his body ,and each night he dreamed of the day he would prove his valor

Years later, Arthur’s courage could not be ignored. During a battle against a rebelling lord, he fought with unmatched ferocity, cutting through armored enemies, shielding his comrades, and turning the tide of the battle. His heroism caught the attention of the king himself. Arthur was summoned to the royal court, and the king himself knighted him and appointed him as the captain of the royal guard, a position of immense honor and responsibility.

It was in the grandeur of the castle that Arthur met Princess Elara. She was unlike anyone he had ever known. graceful, intelligent, and filled with warmth. Her laughter was like sunlight breaking through storm clouds, and her eyes held kindness and curiosity. They began to meet in secret, sharing whispers in the moonlit gardens and moments so fleeting they felt eternal. Slowly, their love blossomed, tender but forbidden, a fragile flame in a world ruled by duty and politics.

But peace was fleeting. The king announced that Elara would be married to Prince Reynard of a neighboring kingdom, cementing a political alliance. Arthur’s heart shattered. The corridors of the castle, once alive with promise, now felt like chains. Yet Arthur refused to surrender. he decided that his love is more important than this kingdom , so he plotted in secret to not make this marriage happen, finding hidden passages, preparing a boat by the river, and mapping a route into the night.

On the night of their escape, rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming against the castle roof like a warning. Elara cloaked herself, and Arthur carried supplies and weapons, ready to fight their way to freedom. Their hearts raced as they crept through shadowed corridors, every step a mixture of fear and hope. The plan seemed perfect , but fate, cruel and unyielding, intervened.

Prince Reynard, furious and suspicious, had already anticipated their flight. His soldiers swarmed the riverbank where Arthur and Elara had hoped to meet freedom. In the chaos, Elara tried to defend herself, and in a horrifying instant, Reynard’s sword struck her down before Arthur could reach her. Time froze; the world narrowed to the lifeless form of the woman he loved. Grief and rage consumed him.