Chapter 0: Prologue

"As I stand here with my final breath, at the pinnacle of my life, I stand alone before a relentless horde, ranks of adversaries breaching the final bastion of my kingdom. With a gleaming, resplendent sword in hand, I shall await the radiant triumph and effulgent glory."

In a realm hidden from the eyes of the mundane world, a magical land of endless wonder and untold mysteries thrived. It was a place where enchantments danced on the breeze, where beings of myth and legend roamed freely, and where the very air pulsed with the essence of magic. It was a land where destinies were etched in the weft and weave of time.

This tale begins not in the grand cities of wizards or the sprawling forests of mythical creatures, but in the quiet hamlet of Larkspur, nestled at the edge of the sprawling Enchanted Forest. The people of Larkspur were known for their unique connection to nature and their simple but contented lives. In this unassuming village, a child was born.

On a night when the moon hung low in the sky, and the stars shimmered like ancient runes, a boy named Eamon drew his first breath. The villagers whispered that his arrival bore the mark of destiny, for his birth coincided with a rare celestial alignment that occurred once in a generation.

Little did they know that the child's life would be forever intertwined with the fate of their world. As he grew, it became clear that Eamon possessed a unique connection to magic. His laughter could summon playful zephyrs, and his tears transformed into crystal-clear streams that mirrored the night sky.

But even as the village marveled at his gifts, there was a shadow that loomed over Eamon's life. An ancient prophecy, whispered through the ages, foretold of a sorcerer born with unparalleled magic, one who held the power to either save or doom their realm.

The prophecy spoke of a child who would come to unlock a force of such magnitude that it could reshape the world itself. It warned of untold power, both a beacon of hope and a harbinger of destruction.

As Eamon's powers began to manifest, the village elders debated the significance of the prophecy, while his parents feared for his safety. In a heart-wrenching decision, they sought to protect their child from the burden of such immense magic. They invoked a spell, one that sealed his powers away, using a special amulet, leaving only a faint trace of what could have been.

And so, Eamon's destiny was altered, his potential locked away, as the village hoped to avert the prophecy's dark warnings. Unbeknownst to them, this act would set in motion a series of events that would lead Eamon on a journey to discover his true purpose, unlock his magic, and face the ancient prophecies that awaited him.

In the world of enchantments and mysteries, where the line between light and darkness was ever thin, Eamon's tale had only just begun.

Eamon's power is sealed, leaving only jump enhancement magic and barrier magic. 

The news spread all over the world, Zeldrick prophecies has finally come true. 5 years after Eamon's awakening, The Village of Lakspur was assailed by the envious people of the Cult of Shadows.

Their jealousy painted the world, releasing dangerous dark energy to the surrounding areas. They tend to capture Eamon to use him for their malevolent plan. Unbeknownst to them, Eamon's parent is proficient at magic, giving time for Eamon to run away from the village.

Unfortunately, the dark energy surrounding the village blinded Eamon thus making him lost his way. As he rushed without a sense of direction, he hit what seems to be a stone wall except it is not a wall. Standing before him a giant figure (6' 10) wearing black robe with a marking that is familiar to him. It is the marking that formed on his belly after his power is sealed with the special amulets. 

Eamon lost his consciousness just after.