Ryan's mind reeled as he processed the stranger's words. Reclaim his throne? Unlock the secrets of the Arcane Blade? It all sounded like a fantasy, a wild dream that he would soon wake up from.
But the stranger's gaze was unwavering, his expression serious. "You have a crucial role to play in the fate of Eldrador, Prince Arin," he said, his voice low and urgent. "The dark alliance that destroyed your kingdom still threatens our world. You have the power to stop them, to reclaim your rightful place on the throne."
Ryan hesitated, unsure of what to make of the stranger's proposal. Part of him was tempted to accept, to embark on a quest to reclaim his throne and avenge his family's death. But another part of him was cautious, unsure if he was ready to take on such a daunting task.
"What's in it for you?" Ryan asked, trying to stall for time. "Why are you helping me?"
The stranger smiled, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Let's just say that I have a vested interest in your success, Prince Arin. My name is Eryndor Thorne, and I am a member of a secret organization sworn to protect the realm from threats both magical and mundane."
Ryan's eyes narrowed. "And what makes you think I'm the right person for the job?"
Eryndor leaned forward, his gaze intense. "Because, Prince Arin, you possess a unique gift – the ability to wield the Arcane Blade. It's a powerful artifact, one that could tip the balance of power in our favor."
Ryan's mind flashed back to his memories of being Prince Arin. He remembered wielding a sword, feeling its power coursing through him. But he had no idea what the Arcane Blade was, or what it meant to wield it.
"I don't know if I can do this," Ryan said, feeling a surge of doubt.
Eryndor's expression softened. "I know it's a lot to take in, Prince Arin. But I'll be with you every step of the way. Together, we can reclaim your throne and forge a brighter future for Eldrador."
Ryan took a deep breath, weighing his options. He could refuse Eryndor's proposal, try to make a new life for himself in this strange new world. Or he could take a chance, embark on a quest to reclaim his throne and unlock the secrets of the Arcane Blade.
The choice was far from easy. But as Ryan looked into Eryndor's eyes, he knew what he had to do.
"I'm in," Ryan said, his voice firm.
Eryndor smiled, a hint of triumph dancing in his eyes. "Then let us begin, Prince Arin. The fate of Eldrador awaits."