Alex had questions that weighed heavily on his mind. The stories of old battles, lost heroes, and mysterious legends whispered across the kingdom had always fascinated him, but now he felt a burning need to know the truth.
He approached a local sage, an old man with a long, weathered cloak and sharp, knowing eyes.
"I want to know the history of Zalmary," Alex said earnestly. "The wars… the heroes… everything."
The sage studied him for a long moment. "If it is the truth you seek, then you will need more than me. There is someone… a wizard. You will find him at the edge of the kingdom, where the trees grow thickest. Beyond the forest, a barrier waits. He will help you, but only if you are prepared for what you might learn."
Alex nodded, determination shining in his eyes. He set off immediately, walking toward the edge of the kingdom. Hours passed, and the sunlight began to fade as he reached the forest. Shadows twisted between the ancient trees, and the air grew cool and heavy. At the center of the forest, shimmering faintly like glass, was the barrier the sage had mentioned.
Taking a deep breath, Alex stepped forward. The barrier parted silently, and within it stood a tall figure—the wizard, cloaked in silver and blue, his eyes sharp and knowing.
"You seek the history of Zalmary," the wizard said, his voice calm but commanding. "Then listen well, for the truth is not as simple as the tales you have heard."
Long before humans and other races walked the lands, the skies above Zalmary were ruled by the Primordials—immortal beings of unimaginable power who watched over the world and maintained balance. Each Primordial was unique: the Sun King, who radiated life and fire; the Galaxy King, who governed the stars; the Demon King, who commanded darkness; the Spirit King, who guided souls; the Deity of Creation, who shaped reality; the Moon Empress, who ruled the night; and The Overlord, who stood apart from them all.
For centuries, peace reigned. The Primordials protected the lands and guided the mortal races. But even among immortals, ambition and envy could stir.
The First War began when a group of evil knights, once loyal to the king, turned against the lands in anger and resentment. The Primordials intervened, their immense powers clashing with mortal ambition, and the battle reshaped entire kingdoms.
Later, The Overlord, jealous of the others for being the weakest, caused unrest and ignited another conflict. Though defeated, his actions left scars on the lands, and he was locked away, never to meddle again—at least not openly.
The wizard paused, his gaze meeting Alex's. "This is only a part of what was, Alex. History has many layers, and truths are often hidden behind shadows. Remember… the choices of the past shape the present, but they do not define the future. That is something you must carry with you on your journey."
Alex swallowed, the weight of the stories settling heavily on his shoulders. The history of Zalmary was far greater, far more dangerous, and far more complex than he had ever imagined. And yet, with each revelation, his resolve grew stronger.
"I understand," he said. "I will learn everything I need to. And I will do what must be done."