The Forgotten Heir



The winds of evolution blew over the ancient city of Elviria, drawing secrets of a forgotten history entombed under centuries of smothering dust. Elena Monroe had always considered herself typical—a librarian, a quiet person, with a love of history. However, on the day when the letter arrived to her, her life will never be the same.

It wasn’t a letter like any other. The parchment was aged, with frayed edges, and the wax seal showed the sigil (crest) of an ancient lineage-House of Arendelle. Her heart skipped a beat. She had heard of them from the screens of archaic scrolls and their names linked to stories of power, treachery, and dominion. The dynasty had vanished without a trace, leaving only myths.But the letter? It claimed she was their last living heir.

At first, Elena thought it was a cruel joke—someone with too much time and too little sense. The lone author then the more she read, the more her disbelief morphed into a terrifying feeling of foreboding. The note described her ancestry in eerie detail, noting the history of how a line of the royal line escaped to the periphery as a result of violence resulting from a palace coup centuries prior. And now Elena had been summoned to resume what was justly hers.

She came to the ruined town of Arendelle, nestled in the dense forest and the fog-cloaked hills. Streets were deserted like a silent graveyard and the old buildings only were a victim of the forgetfulness of time. However, there was something in the atmosphere, that was old, that drew at Elena's heart.

An elderly man waited for her at the gates of the royal court, his eyes bright despite the lines that graced his face. He introduced himself as Captain Dorian, the last of the royal guards, sworn to protect the heir and reveal the secrets of the dynasty.

Elena Monroe", he growled, "You have the blood of kings in you. The kingdom once called this place home. Today it sleeps, hoping to be roused only by a worthy wielder.

With every step she took through the crumbling halls, Elena felt the weight of history pressing on her shoulders. Dust-covered, the large halls contained portraits of rulers long gone, looking down (her). However, it was the secret room, secret under a disregarded bookcase, which contained the real.

Inside, ancient scrolls and maps covered the walls. Captain Dorian spoke in hushed tones, explaining how the royal family had been betrayed by their closest allies, who sought to claim the throne for themselves. In the chaos, the kingdom was fractured, and the true heirs vanished without a trace, leaving only fragments of their power.

“Your family’s legacy is far from forgotten,” Dorian whispered. The ability of the Arendelles was contained, kept secret for safety. However it may only only be opened by a person whose own blood it is.

As Elena’s fingers traced the ancient symbols etched into the stone, a faint glow emanated from the walls. Her heart raced. The power was real. The legends were true. She had been brought here for a reason—to restore a lost kingdom, to reclaim the throne that was her birthright.

But in the shadows of Arendelle, something darker stirred—an enemy still lurking, determined to prevent the rightful heir from reclaiming the crown. The forgotten dynasty had many secrets. And Elena had only just begun to uncover them.

As the first rays of dawn broke through the clouds, Elena realized the journey ahead would demand everything.The forgotten heir was no longer lost.