The Lost Prince Of An Ancient Kingdom

Previously

…I watched him go, the wooden bird clutched tightly in my hand. The encounter had unsettled me, but it had also given me something concrete: a destination, a potential ally, and a clearer sense of the brewing discontent that I could potentially harness. The road to Zareth was fraught with peril, but for the first time since leaving my village, I felt a flicker of something akin to hope, not just for myself, but for the kingdom that waited, shrouded in darkness. The dreams, once a source of confusion, now felt like a compass, pointing me towards the daunting, yet inevitable, path of reclamation. The Usurper had ruled for fifteen years. It was time for that to end.