"Echoes of the Forgotten Realm"Chapter I

Chapter I: The Shattered Crown Beneath the skies of crimson dusk, Where stars lie veiled in ancient musk, A kingdom slept in whispered grief, Its heart undone by a stolen thief. The throne of gold, now cracked and bare, Once held a queen with raven hair. Her crown, the light of realms untold, Was forged in flames of runes and gold. But shadows crept on midnight's tide, A specter cloaked where secrets hide. With silent hands, it seized the jewel, And left the kingdom dark and cruel. The forest wept in hollow sighs, The rivers froze beneath the skies. No larks sang songs, no wolves did prowl, Only silence, cold and foul. Yet deep within the cursed land, A child rose with fire in hand. Her eyes of amber, sharp and keen, Saw truth within the haunted sheen. A voice from whispers, soft and near, Spoke of hope through fractured fear. "Seek the vale where shadows blend, And find the crown where worlds ascend." The child set forth, her heart ablaze, Through thorn-clad paths and twilight haze. For though the darkness sought her still, Her spirit bent not to its will.