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The Lost Royal Bloodline of Archantia

In the realm of Thaloria, a land steeped in magic and mystery, the birth of Prince Aleric marked a new era of hope. Born to Queen Elara and King Amed, his distinctive white hair symbolized a powerful magical heritage. However, destiny had a cruel twist in store. On the way to celebrate his first birthday in a magical forest, their carriage was ambushed by bandits led by the notorious Damien, who mercilessly killed Aleric's parents before taking the young prince under his wing. Raised among bandits, Aleric's royal blood was veiled by the shadows of his upbringing, transforming him into the most skilled thief and fighter within the crew. On the eve of his 17th birthday, fate intervened once more when a lord from a distant land tasked the bandit group with a perilous mission - to infiltrate a renowned magical academy and steal a powerful and elusive magical stone. Adopting a false surname to conceal his true identity, Aleric enters the academy, a place brimming with wonders and dangers alike. As he navigates through challenges and uncovers secrets hidden within ancient halls, questions about his true family and their fate begin to surface. Will Aleric fulfill his mission and uncover the truths about his past, or will the academy reveal a destiny far greater than any heist? Embark on a journey of magic, betrayal, and discovery as Aleric confronts his heritage, challenges his allegiances, and explores the fine line between being a hero and a villain. In a world where magic intertwines with legacy, Aleric's story is a testament to the strength of spirit and the quest for identity amidst the chaos of life's battles.

ErickVazquez17 · Fantasy
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81 Chs

The Night Before the Event

Remember, Aleric," Professor Galadón's voice carried a mix of pride and anticipation, "tomorrow's event will be the culmination of your training. Show them what you're made of."

Aleric nodded, a sense of determination shining in his eyes. "I will, Professor. Thank you for everything," he said gratefully.

With a final nod, Aleric left the training ground, his steps carrying him back to the academy. The echoes of his training reverberated in his mind, a symphony of lightning and wind that spoke of his newfound mastery.

As night fell and the stars glittered overhead, Aleric stood by his window, gazing out at the vast expanse before him. Tomorrow would bring challenges and revelations, but he was ready. The storm within him mirrored the storm outside, a tempest of potential waiting to be unleashed.

With a steady resolve, Aleric whispered to himself, "Tomorrow, I'll show them all."

The night passed in quiet anticipation, each moment ticking closer to the dawn of the awaited event. As the first rays of sunlight painted the sky, Aleric felt a surge of energy coursing through him. Today would mark the beginning of a new chapter, one where his skills, determination, and destiny would intertwine on the grand stage of the academy event.

With purpose in his heart and magic crackling at his fingertips, Aleric embraced the dawn of a day that promised challenges, triumphs, and the unveiling of his true potential. The winds of change whispered their secrets, and Aleric stood ready to heed their call.

The day had arrived, and Aleric Thornfel was prepared to make his mark.

As Aleric exited Professor Galadón's classroom, he couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation coursing through him. Each step carried him closer to the upcoming event, a test of his skills and resolve.

However, his path intersected with unexpected company as he stumbled upon Marcus and his friends. Their presence exuded a newfound power, their auras palpable in the air. Aleric couldn't help but notice a subtle shift in Marcus, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly hue. Despite the encounter, Marcus simply glanced at Aleric before continuing on his trajectory, leaving Aleric to ponder the significance of their encounter.

Brushing off the encounter, Aleric decided to dedicate some time to refining his swordsmanship. With wooden sword in hand, he engaged in solo practice, each strike a testament to his dedication and determination.

As night fell and exhaustion settled in, Aleric returned to his room. Aleric's mind buzzed with anticipation as he prepared himself mentally for the challenges that awaited him. He sat by his window, the cool night air brushing against his skin as he stared out at the stars.

Evelina entered his room, her steps soft as she approached him. "You seem lost in thought," she remarked, her eyes gentle as they met his.

Aleric turned to her with a smile. "Just thinking about tomorrow. It's finally here," he replied, a hint of excitement lacing his words.

Evelina nodded, understanding his emotions. "You've worked hard for this, Aleric. I have no doubt you'll do great," she encouraged, her voice filled with confidence in him.

"Thanks, Evelina. Your support means a lot," Aleric expressed gratefully, appreciating her comforting presence.

As they shared a quiet moment, Aleric's thoughts drifted to the encounters of the day, particularly Marcus and his friends. "Did you notice anything different about Marcus today?" he asked, curiosity piqued.

Evelina furrowed her brow slightly, recalling their interactions. "There was something... off, I suppose. They seemed more focused, driven," she remarked thoughtfully.

Aleric nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "I sensed it too. It's like they've unlocked a new level of power," he mused, the implications of Marcus's changed demeanor lingering in his mind.

Their conversation shifted to lighter topics as they reminisced about their time at the academy and the friendships they had formed. It was a welcome distraction from the intensity of the upcoming event.

As the night wore on, they bid each other goodnight, ready to face the challenges of the day ahead. Aleric lay in bed, his mind buzzing with excitement and determination. Tomorrow would be a day to remember—a day where he would showcase everything he had learned and prove himself on the grand stage of the academy event