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In a world where power is born in blood and sustained by loyalty, the once-mighty Ewror family ruled their kingdom with strength, justice, and unshakable unity. But their reign is shattered when betrayal strikes from within.
CHAPTER 1 : THE REIGN OF EWRORS
The Kingdom of Verdonia was a land of shadows and silent whispers, where power was measured not just by wealth or armies, but by the influence one could wield behind closed doors. At the center of this kingdom stood the Ewror family, a dynasty whose rule was as firm as the stone walls of their capital, whose name was whispered with a mix of reverence and fear.
For generations, the Ewrors had ruled Verdonia with an iron grip, their authority unquestioned by all who lived under their reign. Â Due the strong grip of Ewror family over the Kingdom for more than centuries, The Kingdom also known as Ewroria. The kingdom itself was divided into seven districts, each governed by one of the powerful families that swore allegiance to the throne: the Norit, Black, Lebron, Avnir, Orius, Dardstone, and Quant families. These families wielded significant control within their regions, but their power was always second to that of the Ewrors. They governed with the permission of the crown, their loyalty secured by the might of the Ewror name.
The Norit family controlled the northern district, a land where the people were as resilient as the rugged terrain they inhabited. The Black family ruled the eastern district, where dense forests hid both secrets and dangers. The Lebron family held the southern district, home to the kingdom’s military stronghold. The Avnir family presided over the western district, a region known for its treacherous mountains and hidden valleys. The Orius family governed the fertile central plains, the breadbasket of Ewroria. The Dardstone family commanded the northeastern highlands, where fortresses dotted the landscape, and the Quant family ruled the southwestern coast, a region thriving on trade and commerce.
These families, though powerful in their own right, lived under the watchful eye of the Ewror family. King Alric Ewror, the current ruler of Verdonia, was a man whose very presence could chill the blood of those who dared to stand before him. His reign was marked by peace and prosperity, but it was a peace maintained through fear, and a prosperity built on the subjugation of all who might challenge his authority.
King Alric was a strategist, a man who understood that power was not simply held but wielded, carefully and deliberately. His decisions were final, his judgments swift and often brutal. Those who served him knew better than to question his commands. Under his rule, Verdonia had flourished, but it had also grown cold, the warmth of humanity buried beneath layers of political intrigue and ruthless efficiency.
Alric’s only son, Shwarn Ewror, was the heir to this
legacy. At twenty-five, Shwarn had already begun to shape the kingdom in his
own image. Like his father, he was a man of few words, but every word he spoke
carried weight. He was known for his sharp mind and his ability to see through
the lies and deceit that often clouded the affairs of the court. Shwarn’s calm
exterior hid a mind that was constantly calculating, always a step ahead of
those around him. He was his father’s son, and it was clear to all who saw him
that he would one day rule Ewroria with
the same iron hand.
But the Ewror family was not just a father and son.
Rocwus Ewror, the second-born of the four Ewror brothers, was a formidable warrior and the Chief of the Ewror's royal military force. Known for his unmatched skill in battle and his unwavering loyalty to his family. Rocwus had a son, Shaaryn Ewror, who was only eighteen but already a force to be reckoned with. Unlike his cousin Shwarn, who was methodical and precise, Shaaryn was fierce and unpredictable. He possessed a brilliant mind for strategy, able to see patterns and possibilities where others saw only chaos. His skill with a blade was matched only by his genius for planning, making him a prodigy both in combat and in the art of war.
King Alric’s other two brothers, Rabalt and Nurwin, were key figures in the kingdom’s governance. Rabalt, the middle brother,served as Alric’s chief advisor, his wisdom guiding the kingdom through countless challenges. Nurmin, the youngest of all brothers was the kingdom’s financial overseer, a man whose shrewdness in matters of wealth had ensured that the Ewrors’ coffers were always full.
The Ewror family had long been the unchallenged rulers of Ewroria, their dominance unquestioned. But as the kingdom basked in the glow of its golden age, dark clouds began to gather on the horizon. The other families, bound by their loyalty to the throne, had grown resentful of the Ewrors’ absolute power. Envy and ambition festered beneath the surface, turning loyalty into something more dangerous—a desire for change, for power, for the throne itself.
The annual harvest festival, a time of celebration and unity, was fast approaching. The Ewror family, always mindful of the delicate balance of power, planned a grand event, inviting the noble families from all corners of the kingdom to gather in the capital. It was a time to showcase the strength and prosperity of Ewroria, a time to remind the other families of their place in the kingdom’s hierarchy.
But even as the festival’s preparations reached their
peak, a sense of unease began to settle over the capital. Whispers of
discontent, of plots and betrayals, echoed through the halls of the palace,
carried on the winds that swept through the city. King Alric, ever vigilant,
sensed the growing tension but chose to dismiss it as the usual murmurings of
discontented nobles. Shwarn, too, noticed the unease but remained confident in
his family’s ability to maintain control.
The tension in the palace was palpable as the day of the annual harvest festival approached. This was supposed to be a time of celebration, a time when the kingdom would come together to rejoice in the prosperity that the Ewrors had brought them. But instead, it felt like a prelude to something far more sinister.
The palace was a hive of activity, servants rushing to and fro as they prepared for the grand event. The grand hall was being decorated with garlands and lanterns, the finest food and drink being prepared for the feast. The nobles from across the kingdom were arriving, their carriages rolling up to the palace gates, their faces carefully schooled into expressions of polite excitement. But beneath those masks, Shaaryn could see the truth—the fear, the envy, the barely concealed resentment.
Only Shaaryn, with his sharp instincts and keen mind, felt the full weight of the danger that loomed over them. There was something in the air, something that set his nerves on edge. He voiced his concerns to his father, Rocwus, who dismissed them with a reassuring smile. But Shaaryn’s unease only grew stronger as the festival drew closer, a feeling that something terrible was about to happen.
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