Story 182: The Duel of Fates
In the grand hall of Castellum Aurelius, two figures stood poised in a silent standoff, their eyes locked in unspoken conflict. The setting sun cast long shadows through the towering stained-glass windows, painting the marble floor in hues of crimson and gold. Dust hung in the air, disturbed by the stillness, as the anticipation between the two opponents grew.
One was a knight, encased in dark steel armor that gleamed under the flickering torchlight. His broad sword was raised, its edge catching the light, giving it an ominous gleam. His name was Sir Eamon, the champion of the realm and sworn protector of the royal line. He had fought countless battles in the name of the crown, but never one like this.