Mamir could not sleep that night. The words of the White Cloaks' leader echoed in his mind.
His mother… Kirarya… He had believed she was just a common woman. Since childhood, he had been scorned and belittled in the palace because of her origins. But she had not been ordinary—she was descended from an ancient royal bloodline. And she had left for Elandur, carrying the burden of protecting the world from darkness.
> "Why didn't you tell me the truth, Mother?" Mamir whispered into the night.
"Was it to protect me… or to keep me from breaking under the weight of it?"
Anger and hope clashed within him.
The Farewell
At dawn, Seron Valar summoned him in silence. He laid a faded parchment on the table.
Seron Valar:
"This is an old Turok map. It shows the hidden paths to Wernes. There, the last descendants of the Turoks still live. The elves have long since crossed the seas to Elandur. But your journey… begins in Wernes."
Then, from his cloak, he produced a silver chain holding a small crystal. A pale white light shimmered within it.
Seron Valar:
"This is an Elf Light crystal. Rare, and fragile, but it will guide you. Remember this, Mamir… sometimes, the darkness whispers loudest from within your own heart. The only way to silence it… is to hold on to the light."
When Mamir clasped the crystal, warmth spread through his fingers, calming him. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
Mamir:
"I swear… I will find my mother. And I will save this world."
The Journey Begins
Alone, Mamir set out, the map tucked into his scabbard. For days, he crossed forests and ruins. At night, by the fire, shadows whispered around him.
Sometimes, he felt as though he heard his mother's voice—soft, distant, carried through the dark.
"Mamir…"
Each time, he gripped his sword and held the crystal tight, and the whispers would fade—leaving his heart heavier than before.
Arrival at Wernes
After endless days, the scent of salt and sea reached him. On the horizon, a small seaside city appeared: Wernes.
The town stood quietly with worn stone buildings and a humble harbor. Fishermen tended their nets, children played by the shore, and elders sat beneath the shade, murmuring stories. But what caught Mamir's eyes most was the broken Turok monument at the center of the square.
The once-proud royal crest was now weathered and cracked, the ancient inscription nearly erased.
Mamir placed his fingers on the fading symbols, tracing them in silence. Suddenly, a voice rose behind him—deep, trembling, but filled with recognition.
Old Sage:
"Those eyes… yes… the same eyes."
Mamir turned sharply. An old man with a long white beard, leaning on a cane, stood watching him.
Old Sage:
"You… carry Kirarya's blood. Her eyes live in you. So… you have finally come."
Mamir's heart pounded.
Mamir:
"You knew her? My mother—Kirarya?!"
The sage closed his eyes, drawing in a slow breath, before nodding.
Old Sage:
"Who here could ever forget her, boy? Kirarya… was the last of the Turok line to bid us farewell before she sailed for Elandur. And you… you are her son."
Mamir's face trembled between shock and sorrow, his eyes glistening as he tried to hold back tears.
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✨ End Note:
"Will Mamir truly find his mother and save the world? Or will everything be swallowed by darkness? Don't forget to leave a comment and add this to your collection—your support means everything! ❤️"