Kalum and Ezin laughed as they sketched stick figures in the dirt, their innocence untouched by the chaos of the world. "Do you think Father and Mother will be home soon?" Ezin asked, his eyes wide with hope.
"I hope so, little brother," Kalum replied, ruffling Ezin's hair. He glanced towards the path leading out of the forest, a faint worry clouding his eyes.
A group of weary soldiers emerges from the shadows, bearing grim news. Captain Joran, the leader, steps forward. "Your Highnesses, I bring grave news. King Azu and Queen Sair have fallen in battle against the Titans."
Kalum felt the world crumble around him. Ezin's eyes filled with tears. "We must avenge them," he declared, his voice laced with determination.
Kalum led the way, clutching a map to the dragon's lair, whispered to hold the secrets of magic. "Are you sure about this, Kalum?" Ezin asked, his voice trembling with fear.
"We have to learn true magic, Ezin. It's our only hope," Kalum replied, his resolve unyielding.
An elf, agile and swift, leaps from the shadows, daggers glinting. Elara, a fierce warrior, eyes the princes with malicious intent. "Get the princes!" she commands.
Kalum and Ezin bolt, hearts pounding, as their feet pound the forest floor. They are soon overtaken and captured by the elves.
King Elrohir, the elf king, gazes at them with a predatory gleam. "Tonight, you shall serve as the main course," he sneers, relishing the fear in their eyes.
Kalum struggles against his bonds, desperation setting in. "This can't be the end," he whispers to Ezin, clinging to a flicker of hope.
Lirael, an elf who sympathizes with their plight, approaches quietly. "I can help you escape," she whispers, her eyes filled with resolve.
Kalum and Ezin nod, hope rekindled. Together, they plot their escape, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead in their quest to fulfill the prophecy.
