The Legend of Prince Eryndor
Once upon a time, in the azure kingdom of Sarandiel, there breathed a legend of a young, noble prince named Eryndor, blessed with an extraordinary gift – the ability to heal any injury or illness. Eryndor was beloved by all, thanks to his kind heart and healing powers.
One day, a beautiful maiden named Lyriana rode into Sarandiel from the distant kingdom of Isandria, bringing tales of a fearsome dragon, reeking havoc and causing great destruction. Desperate and weary, she implored for help. Touched by her plea, Eryndor set on a quest to defeat this beast and bring peace to Isandria. Before departing, he was gifted a magical sword, the ‘Seraphic Blade’ by the Chief Wizard, Amadeus. The sword was said to possess the power to vanquish the strongest of the adversaries.
The journey was long and treacherous filled with lethal beasts, rickety bridges and towering cliffs. But Eryndor was undeterred. His bravery, combined with his healing powers, kept him moving. One night, in a deep, dark hollow, Eryndor was ambushed by a horde of ghouls. He fought valiantly, but the ghouls were relentless. Eryndor, though badly injured, managed to escape, taking refuge inside a cave. As the ghouls seemed to have lost his trail outside the cave, Eryndor breathed a sigh of relief. But he was severely injured, he worried his wounds had progressed too far for him to heal himself.
Just as the prince began to lose hope, a faint glow emanated from his pack—the Seraphic Blade. Drawn to its light, he discovered that his wounds were closing up. The sword, besides its other power, could heal its owner. With renewed resolve, Eryndor ventured back into the night, continuing his journey.
As the dawn broke, he reached the dragon’s lair, a paragon of devastation created by the beast, the once vibrant Isandria turned into an ashy wasteland. Gathering his courage, he called out to the beast, demanding it to answer for its wrath. With an earth-shattering roar, the dragon emerged, its terrifying form dwarfing Eryndor. In a world deafened by the dragon’s roaring and burning by its fire, Eryndor fought fiercely with the Seraphic Blade in hand.
The duel seemed never-ending, the dragon fueled by its rage and Eryndor by his duty, the sword’s light shining brighter with each strike. The prince, summoning all his strength, delivered a powerful final blow, running the dragon through its heart. With a deafening roar, the beast collapsed, its reign of terror ended.
Eryndor returned to Sarandiel with Lyriana, who was eternally grateful to the prince for his bravery. His heroic tale echoed through all kingdoms, immortalizing him in the annals of history. Eryndor, though, remained humble, dedicating his victory to his kingdom. The prince had not just slain a dragon but also conquered fear, teaching everyone that bravery is not the absence of fear, but the wilfulness to confront it.