In a realm where shadows danced with whispers of ancient power, House Eldrath stood as a beacon of magic and nobility. For generations, they had wielded the arcane arts, their bloodline intertwined with the very fabric of the cosmos. Eldrath was synonymous with mastery over elements, the bending of time, and the summoning of spirits long forgotten. But such power came at a price, and the gods—those enigmatic beings who spun the threads of fate—watched with both envy and fear. Dratia, a boy of only twelve, was the pride of Eldrath. With raven-black hair that flowed like midnight and eyes that shimmered with the light of distant stars, he was the last scion of a lineage revered and feared. The elders often whispered that his potential was boundless, that he could one day rival the gods themselves. But their reverence turned to dread when an ancient prophecy resurfaced, a warning etched in the annals of time: “From the ashes of the Eldrath, a child shall rise, one who can unravel the tapestry of fate.” On the eve of Dratia''s thirteenth birthday, the skies darkened, and a tempest raged. It was then that the curse fell upon House Eldrath. The gods, terrified of a future where Dratia might wield the power to challenge their dominion, unleashed their wrath. Thunder cracked, and lightning split the very heart of the Eldrath estate, igniting the sacred grounds in a conflagration of despair. The once-mighty house crumbled, its halls echoing with the screams of the innocent as flames consumed the legacy of magic. Dratia watched in horror as his family was torn apart, his mother’s screams swallowed by the chaos, his father’s desperate attempts to shield them all met with the futility of divine malice. In that moment, the boy became a vessel of sorrow, the last survivor of a clan that had once been the architects of destiny. The gods had not only cursed him; they had condemned his entire lineage, and in the ashes of Eldrath, Dratia was reborn—not as a hero, but as a tragic soul marked by the shadows of his fate. As the embers settled, Dratia felt the weight of the curse settle upon him, a palpable darkness that clung to his spirit. He was now a wanderer in a world that had turned against him, determined to uncover the truth behind the divine edict that had shattered his life. With nothing but a tattered cloak and a heart full of vengeance, he resolved to seek out the gods who had condemned him, to confront the very forces that had stripped him of his family and birthright.


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