Mamir, after surviving the deadly clash with the cyclops, drew in a deep breath. The echo of victory still rang in his ears when the mysterious woman appeared once more. This time, her face carried a grave expression. In her hands, she held a parchment unlike any other—a map etched with extraordinary detail.
The map was no ordinary chart. Its lines shimmered with a magical glow, mountains seemed to shift, and rivers sparkled as if they truly flowed. This was not merely ink on parchment—it was the living heart of Elandur itself.
The woman spoke:
— "Mamir, this map shows the entirety of Elandur. The fate of these lands rests upon your journey. The Elven Kingdom lies in the north, where the light shines brightest. But to reach it, you must pass through many realms."
Mamir's eyes scanned the map carefully.
He saw:
The Orc Domain: Swamps surrounded by crimson markings. Even the map itself painted the land as savage and cursed.
The Dwarven Kingdom: Hidden deep within mountains, marked with symbols of iron and stone fortresses.
The Fairy Forest: Shimmering with beams of light, alive with mystery. As he gazed upon it, Mamir almost thought he could hear birdsong and distant laughter.
The Elven Kingdom: Beyond all these lands, far to the north, glowing with golden and silver light.
Mamir's heart pounded. This path was not just a journey—it was the only way to fulfill the cause for which his mother had given her life. Yet it would also be a road of dangers and trials.
The woman met his gaze and continued:
— "You will not walk this path alone. I grant you the mightiest of steeds. His name is Kabur. His white coat reflects the light itself, his speed rivals the wind, and his strength is said to match that of dragons. But Kabur accepts only those whose hearts are pure."
At that moment, a majestic white horse appeared. Its eyes shone with deep wisdom, and sparks flickered from its hooves as though it spread life with every step. Kabur approached Mamir, gently touching his hand with its muzzle. The bond was instant. Mamir was no longer alone.
The woman's voice rang out one last time:
— "Kabur shall be your companion. Protect him, and he will protect you. The road is long, the trials many, but when you reach the Elven Kingdom, destiny itself will await you."
Mamir mounted Kabur. With the map in his hand and a legendary steed by his side, he drew in a deep breath. Then, with eyes fixed on the northern horizon, he began the journey.
The path had truly begun.
✨ End Note:
Mamir's journey has only just begun, and every step into Elandur will bring greater trials and deeper secrets. 🌌 If you enjoy this story, your support means the world—each Power Stone is like a torch that lights Mamir's path against the darkness. 🔥 Thank you for standing with him! 💎