The Lost City of Thralldom🔊

In an age long gone, nestled deep within the dense folds of an untouched jungle, lay the lost city of Thralldom. Thralldom was no ordinary city. It was the realm of magic, mystery, wisdom, and overwhelming beauty. Legends whispered about its grandeur among travelers, but no mortal eyes had glimpsed its stately towers and iridescent waterfalls for centuries. Its rightful denizens were not humans but an otherworldly race of magical beings known as the Thralldoms, who had disappeared mysteriously, leaving their magnificent city deserted and awaiting its salvation.

In a small, nondescript village on the outskirts of the jungle, lived a young boy named Erien. Erien was unlike the other village children; curious, brave, and with an uncanny love for tales of yore, he was often found mired in the village elder's tales about the glorious city of Thralldom. Enchanted by the idea of a lost city, Erien pledged himself to the formidable task of finding Thralldom. He trained diligently, mastering survival skills and educating himself about the perilous journey that lay ahead.

And then, one bright, cloudless morning of his seventeenth year, with a heart full of courage and a bag filled with meager supplies, Erien embarked upon the journey of a lifetime. The initial excitement soon gave way to weariness as days turned into weeks and weeks to months, with no sign of the lost city. But Erien's spirit did not wane. He remembered the elder's words, 'The city of Thralldom shows itself to those pure of heart and steadfast in determination.'

After an arduous journey of four months and seventeen days, Erien stood on the crest of a hill, beholding the most mesmerizing sight. Veiled by the misty ether and kissed by sunlight, was the magnificent city of Thralldom, just as the legends described. Spires taller than the tallest trees of the jungle reached out to the heavens. Rivers of sparkling waters flowed amidst structures of gold and silver, and the air throbbed with a pulsating aura of ancient magic.

Filled with reverence, Erien shakily descended into the city. As he navigated the beautiful, but strangely silent streets of the city, he stumbled upon a luminous orb nestled in an alcove. The orb pulsed with an energy that seemed to reverberate within Erien. He felt a pull, an uncanny connection.

Erien, driven by some instinctual compulsion, touched the orb. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by a stream of images; the Thralldomians living in harmony, a calamity befalling, them sealing their life-forces within the orb to protect their city until someone worthy could revive them. The silent city spoke to Erien, entrusting him with its story, its destiny.

Moved by their plight, Erien bid the orb to release the Thralldomians. Responding to his touch, the orb shattered into millions of luminescent fragments, which scattered throughout the city. Instantly, the city sprung to life; the beings of Thralldom, stepping out of their frozen states, filling the city with their joyous vitality.

With Erien's act of bravery and selflessness, he had brought not just the city back to life but also its inhabitants. The Thralldomians thanked and honored Erien, calling him their savior. Erien lived among them for many years, learning their wisdom and magic, before he decided to return to his village, bearing tales of the now thriving city of Thralldom.

Erien was welcomed as a hero in his village, but his heart always remained in Thralldom, the city he had saved. The Lost City of Thralldom was lost no more, all thanks to a young boy named Erien, whose bravery and determination brought an ancient city back to life and saved a race from eternal stasis.