Whispers of Elharya
Chapter 1: The Bread, The Light, and the Call
Not far from the winding road that led into Elharya — a village tucked between forest breath and waterfall mist — lived a man named Thayrion.
To the villagers, he was just the Lazy One by the Falls. A man with a scruffy beard and sleepy eyes who spent his days sipping tea, baking bread, and sitting by his wooden house that leaned into the earth like it had always been there.
They never knew the truth.
That morning, Thayrion baked a fresh loaf of sourdough — golden, crackling at the crust, brushed with honey butter he harvested himself. A salad of wild greens and herbs lay neatly on the plate. The tea was steeped just right, its steam curling like whispers.
The waterfall hummed gently behind his home, and his spirit rested.
Until they came.
A group of Elven Rangers, cloaked in forest tones, stepped through the trees without a sound. They bowed respectfully — but their eyes held shadows.
> “We found something, Thayrion,” said the lead elf. “Dark elves. Necromancy. They seek the mountain cave. We heard whispers of a revival… the Bloodserpent. And worse — the Blood Ogre.”
Silence.
Thayrion stood, wordless, and walked into the cave hidden beneath his home. A silver chest pulsed at the corner — trembling softly.
Then it happened.
The chest erupted with a red glow, light bursting from its seams. The Bloodelf armor and weaponry — earned long ago in the first dungeon with the Elven Rangers — shimmered and shook. The light was no longer violent. It became warm. Inviting. A breeze circled them all as Thayrion stepped closer.
He laid a hand on the chest.
And the light changed.
From red to gold. From rage to radiance.
> A voice stirred through the air, soft and powerful:
“It’s time.”
The Elves said nothing. They didn’t have to.
The mountain stirred.
And Thayrion… was no longer just the Lazy One by the Falls.
Continue to chapter 2...
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