The Last Dance of The Forgotten King
In the realm of Endoria, past the outskirts of the human empire, there lied a quant and quiet kingdom of gnomes and elves, where magic was as abundant as sunlight. That kingdom was the Kingdom of Velorren. They were ruled by an ancient elf king named Fennoldur, who through countless years of reign, his name had become a symbol of wisdom and valor.
At the heart of the kingdom was the royal city of Eldros, a colorful city, filled with life. Its buildings were carved out of ancient trees, glowing with ethereal light, standing tall and proud like an enchanted forest. The air was thick with magic, resonating with the melodious songs of the fair folk.
King Fennoldur was loved by his subjects. He was old and wise, his memory spanned across several lifetimes. It was said that his greatest gift was not his immortality but his ability to remember everyone and everything. He was dubbed the 'Forgotten King' because he was the one who remembered the forgotten lore, the forgotten ones, and most importantly, the forgotten lessons of history.
The king had three daughters; Lurelia, the eldest, was a warrior princess, loved by her people for her strength and courage, Emerelle, the second, was gifted with the power of healing, whilst the young Seraphine was an enchantress who enthralled all with her magic and charm.
King Fennoldur gazed upon his three daughters with love and pride. Yet, he was also filled with anguish, for he was aware that his time was coming to an end. His body had become weak, and his magic was diminishing.
When his end became apparent, the whole kingdom was enveloped in a curtain of sorrow. Even though elves were immortal, they were not eternal. When an Elf's time came, his spirit would ascend to Leloria, the Great Beyond.
Fennoldur summoned a grand feast on his last day. The royal courtyards bustled with people, laughter, and merriment, teasing a contradiction to the melancholy that reigned supreme. The king wished to dance one last time with his daughters, a tradition at every royal feast.
As he danced with Lurelia, she tightened her grip, trying to memorize the feeling of her father’s hand in hers. Fennoldur looked up, his eyes heavy with sadness and pride. His mighty warrior princess, his firstborn. He told her that her strength was not in her sword, but in her unyielding spirit and her forgotten kindness.
Emerelle took his hand next and danced with grace. He reminded her that healing was not merely the mending of wounds but mending of souls. He encouraged her to use her healing magic to mend the hearts of her people after he was gone.
Seraphine, his youngest, shed tears as she danced with him. With a sad smile that reflected his own, he consoled her that magic was not just casting spells, but enchanting the hearts of her people to see the magic in everyday life.
As the dance ended, a mute silence fell over the crowd. Fennoldour looked upon his kingdom one last time before the life left him, and he collapsed. His three daughters cried inconsolably, embracing their father for the last time as the courtyard echoed with sobs of his loyal subjects.
During his life, King Fennoldur had personified wisdom, strength, and kindness, leaving behind a legacy that echoed in the hollow of silence that followed his passing. As the cries died down and people began to depart, a reflective calmness fell over Eldros, a painful acceptance of the death of their beloved king. But amidst the mourning, was a sense of resilience. A promise to not forget their king and what their loving father stood for.
The tale of the Forgotten King remains not just as a reminder of an end, but as a lesson of a lifetime: to remember - and to never overlook the power of the forgotten. His dance, while the last to his life, was the first to a spirited legacy that thrived in the hearts of his subjects and the generations to follow.