> In a world painted with light and joy, despair always lingers in the shadows.
From that despair, kings of evil are born.
Arkin walks a tragic road where no hand reaches for him — only darkness welcomes his soul.
As he surrenders to rage and grief, one question remains:
Will he rise as a lord of evil… or be devoured by the abyss within?
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Author's Note:
Hey everyone! It's your boy Arkin, a dark-fantasy lover writing from the heart. ❤️
This is my original story — if something feels similar elsewhere, let me know!
I hope you enjoy this journey through light and despair. 🌙
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Chapter 2: Arkin's History
The sun bathed Elandor in gold, highlighting its marble spires and bustling streets. Arkin laughed with his family, a humble noble household not rich in coin but rich in love. Around them, powerful nobles flaunted their wealth, yet Arkin's family held their heads high in quiet dignity.
The city thrived under the blessing of the goddess Syrial. Everyone bore her mark… everyone, that is, except Arkin. He was born with a curse: no blessing, no talent.
His family pinned their hopes on him, the last chance to rise in a city ruled by power and favor. Though hope flickered dimly, they never abandoned it.
Arkin's father, a noble by merit rather than birth, labored endlessly to keep the family afloat. With unwavering dedication, he trained Arkin himself, shaping the boy's strength and resolve. Yet even his careful guidance could not shield them from the lurking shadow of fate.
The other nobles despised him — a man of low birth who had earned his title through courage, not inheritance. Despite their scorn, the city's lord respected him, a fact that only fanned the nobles' hatred.
Arkin idolized his father, striving every day to match the man's legendary fortitude. But destiny is cruel, and the world has a way of breaking those who are unprepared.
Life continued, simple and bright, until the darkness struck.
In the dead of night, under a sky of stars and silver moonlight, a thunderous knock shattered the Arkin family's peace. Arkin's father rose, tense and alert. Outside, doom waited.
Guards burst through the door, seizing him with brutal force. He struggled, recognizing the insignia of the lord's knights too late to resist. Dragged before the city's lord, he met a glare filled with fury and disappointment.
The nobles had framed him for treason. Every piece of "evidence" pointed to guilt. His protests fell on deaf ears.
Kneeling in despair, his father faced the lord's final verdict:
"I had high hopes for you. Yet you've only disappointed me with your filth. Begone from my sight — if not for mercy, I'd have you hanged before all of Elandor."
Exiled, the family fled north to Nopheria, a meager village of struggling commoners. There, the mayor offered them a small home, but the shame and pain of their fall consumed Arkin's father. The whispers of neighbors, the weight of failure, the memory of betrayal — it crushed him.
One night, the sorrow became unbearable.
When Arkin awoke at dawn, horror froze him. His father's body hung lifeless in the dim morning light.
A scream tore from Arkin's throat, raw and unfiltered. The world blurred as he collapsed, unconscious. His mother's cries echoed through the village, summoning horrified onlookers who aided in taking down the body.
When he came to, Arkin's eyes fell upon the face of the man he had admired most — gone forever. Despair anchored his heart, threatening to swallow him whole.
Among the remnants of his broken home, he found a letter, written in his father's steady hand. Hands trembling, he unfolded it.
Father's Letter:
"My beloved son, this world is full of darkness, but light exists too. Never give up on hope. Become stronger — stronger than me. Not for revenge, but to protect what matters. Take care of your family with all your heart. I'm sorry I couldn't teach you everything. You will become strong. I'm sorry I left you. Goodbye, my son."
Tears blurred Arkin's vision.
"You… you stupid man… why did you leave us? If you cared, why now?!"
Days passed, heavy with grief. Hunger gnawed at them, and his mother's health declined. Arkin, desperate, ventured into the forest with only a dull blade.
Fear and determination clashed as he faced his first hunt. The animal's eyes mirrored his own desperation. The blade bit deep. Blood coated his hands. He dropped it, trembling, then wept until exhaustion overtook him. Yet he returned home, bearing sustenance for his family — survival, for now, won by sheer will.
Even in the depths of despair, Arkin did not abandon those he loved. He could not. He would not.
But the road ahead remained uncertain. Will despair swallow him completely, or will a faint light pierce the darkness, offering hope to him and his family?
The next chapter will reveal the first flicker of that light.
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Author: "ITS ME ARKIN"
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