When Mamir opened his eyes, he realized he had fallen into another realm.
The trees rose like pillars of gold, their leaves shimmering as though carrying stardust. Rivers flowed like silver ribbons, and flowers glowed with their own light. Birds sang melodies that resembled human voices, while the sky itself was bluer, clearer, than any sky of Harland.
Mamir held his breath and whispered:
— "This place… it's a paradise."
At that moment, a melodic voice brushed against his ears:
— "Welcome… son of Turok."
From between the radiant trees appeared a woman in a white cloak. Her face carried both serenity and the weight of responsibility. She locked her eyes with Mamir's and spoke:
— "The elven dagger you hold answers only to the blood of Turok. You have been called to fulfill the cause your mother died for."
The words pierced Mamir's heart like a blade. He fell to his knees, tears spilling down his face.
— "If my mother could not finish it… how could I? I am not as strong as she was…"
Just then, the paradise of Elandur trembled. A deep rumble rose from beneath the earth, and the shadows twisted. Out of them emerged a giant: the Cyclops.
Three meters tall, its muscles were like stone, and in its single eye burned a black flame. Each step it took shook the ground beneath Mamir's feet.
Mamir drew his sword, forcing back the fear in his chest as he charged forward. The Cyclops swung its colossal fist—Mamir's blade clashed against it, but the steel could not pierce its hide. In the next instant, the monster kicked him square in the chest, sending him crashing across the ground. The earth cracked beneath him.
Mamir spat blood, struggling for breath. He rose again, slashing with his sword, but the blade left not even a scratch on the Cyclops' hide. With a triumphant roar, the giant stomped toward him.
Weakened, Mamir dropped to the ground. His sword slipped from his grip. The Cyclops seized him by the waist and lifted him high, bellowing its victory to the skies.
But Mamir had not given up. Hidden beneath his arm, he drew the elven dagger. As the Cyclops raised him for the final blow, Mamir thrust the blade upward, driving it straight into the beast's single eye!
The Cyclops screamed, a roar that split the heavens. Light consumed its massive body, and it collapsed, shaking the earth.
Mamir fell to his knees, covered in blood and sweat, gasping for air. Then, the woman in the white cloak appeared once more. Her voice carried both steel and recognition:
— "Now, you are truly accepted, son of Turok. Now, you are ready."
Clutching the dagger to his chest, Mamir whispered through his tears, feeling his mother's presence in his heart:
— "Mother… I will finish the cause you died for."
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✨ End Note:
Mamir is no longer just the heir of his mother's blood, but the bearer of her cause. Yet even in the paradise of Elandur, shadows stir. Will Mamir be strong enough to carry this burden? 💎 Add your power stones and comments to strengthen his journey!