The Seeker of the Lost Realm🔊

Once upon a time in the land of Eridon, lived a young man named Kane. He was remarkably as average as average could be, except for one thing; he possessed an insatiable hunger for adventure. People in the village catered him with the title- 'The Seeker.' This title was so apropos because Kane had been seeking something all his life - an adventure that he could write in the pages of Eridon's history books.

One day, Father Silas, the village's oldest and wisest man, called Kane to share a secret. He bestowed Kane with a map that had been safeguarded in the village for generations, a map to the Lost Realm. According to legends, it was adjacent to the world they lived in but unseen and unreachable to all. The stories painted it as a mystical place with enormous treasures and made it a desired destination for every adventure-seeker.

Equipped with nothing more than the map, his bravery, and his quest for adventure, Kane embarked on the journey, leaving his simple life behind. The journey was filled with numerous obstacles, ranging from beast attacks to dramatic changes in weather. However, there was something — or someone —watching over him, guiding and helping him at every treacherous turn, the silver wolf.

This mystical creature showed up at the most critical times of Kane’s journey, saving him from the most precarious situations. The silver wolf navigated him through the dark forests, protected him from leviathan aquatic beasts, and provided solace in the biting cold of snowy peaks. In return, Kane shared his provisions, and a unique bond formed between them.

After weeks of laborious travel, they reached the edge of the physical world. Before them was a shimmering, translucent curtain, splitting the world. It was like looking into the thinnest slice of reality, disoriented yet captivating. This was it - the gateway to the Lost Realm.

Kane stepped forward, moving closer to the shimmer. He felt a magnetic pull, a call from the beyond. A jolt of energy passed through his body as he touched the wall, and in an instant, he was standing on the other side; he was in the Lost Realm.

The Lost Realm was unlike anything Kane could have ever imagined - skies illuminated with countless stars, fields glowing with bioluminescent flora. Giant, majestic creatures flew across the sky, and minor magical beings darted around the bushes. Amid all this was a grand citadel; eye-catching and awe-inspiring, it towered above everything else.

Kane approached the citadel, greeted by a regal figure: the Lost King. He was as surprised to see Kane as Kane was to see him. The Seeker’s stories had traveled even to the Lost Realm. Recognizing Kane's intent, the king bestowed upon him the greatest treasure - not of riches or jewels but a valuable secret. The Lost Realm was not merely a physical place but a state of mind - a realm where creativity, imagination, and dreams were to be treasured above everything else.

Kane returned to his village, wealthy, not with gold or gems but with knowledge and understanding. He narrated tales of the Lost Realm, impressing upon the villagers the importance of creativity and imagination. He led his life developing those treasures in his fellow villagers, transforming the village into a hub of artisan skills and innovation. Hence, by seeking treasures he could never have imagined, the Seeker Kane continued his adventure at home, rewriting the pages of Eridon's history, just as he had predicted.

Years later, they say, on a quiet night, if you look hard enough, you can see a silver wolf, standing at the edge of Eridon, gazing at the shimmering curtain to the Lost Realm. As if, awaiting the next Seeker.