Prologue: Before the Fall
Long before the age of kings, before cities rose from dust, there were the Ancients — the first to shape the land, the first to dream. But even they feared the dark.
The Ancients locked their fears away in the earth, sealing them with stone, blood, and magic. They believed they had conquered the dark.
They were wrong.
Because the dark remembers.
Chapter 1: The Weight of the Crown
Mira, Queen of Selvar, stood on the edge of the royal tower, her hands gripping the stone ledge. The city below stretched like a quilt of slate and silver, quiet in the cold dawn.
She had ruled five years, but tonight her heart was heavier than ever. Reports of missing villages. Strange shapes on the horizon. Whispers that something old had awoken.
Her advisor, Aron, appeared in the doorway. “Your Majesty… the council waits.”
Mira didn’t turn. “What does the council know of what’s coming, Aron?”
He hesitated. “They know fear. Same as you. Same as me.”
Mira’s fingers tightened. “Then let them wait.”
Chapter 2: Cracks in the Stone
Beneath the capital, tunnels stretched where no one walked — except one.
A figure, draped in a faded cloak, moved silently through the dark, touching the walls where ancient marks glowed faintly.
For centuries, these marks had held back the forgotten things buried below. But now they pulsed weakly, flickering like dying stars.
The figure pressed a hand to the ground. Cracks spiderwebbed through the stone. A cold wind rose.
And in the darkness, shapes stirred.
“We remember.”
Chapter 3: The Wanderer’s Dagger
On the edge of the kingdom, a young wanderer named Jalen sifted through the ruins of a fallen watchtower. His fingers brushed something cold: a slim dagger with a jagged hilt and strange symbols along the blade.
As soon as he touched it, the world shifted.
Visions flashed — a queen in a shattered throne room, a crown fallen in blood, shadows twisting across the land. And always, always, the feeling that he was meant to be there.
Jalen stumbled back, but the dagger clung to his grip.
“Not good,” he muttered. “Not good at all.”
Chapter 4: The Warlord’s March
Far to the east, Commander Daric marched his soldiers toward the capital, banners high. Beside him rode Lena, his sharp-eyed second-in-command.
“The queen’s weak,” Lena said. “The people will break.”
Daric smirked. “Then we break them first.”
But as they crossed the plains, an unnatural cold swept over the camp. Fires flickered, shadows stretched.
Lena frowned. “This isn’t just weather.”
Daric’s hand went to his sword. “Stay sharp.”
In the distance, the ground cracked open.
Chapter 5: Darkness Awakens
At sunrise, the first attacks began. Villages vanished. Roads collapsed. People spoke of black shapes moving through the fog, swallowing everything.
Mira stood before her council, face pale but steady. “We prepare the defenses,” she ordered. “We hold the city.”
Aron shook his head. “Majesty, this… this isn’t a war. This is something worse.”
“Then we stand anyway.” Mira’s voice was steel. “If the shadows come for my people, they will have to face me.”
Chapter 6: Bound by Fate
Jalen arrived at the capital’s gates, breathless and shaking. Guards leveled their spears — until the dagger flared in his hand, casting silver light across the stone.
The guards froze. “You… you carry the mark,” one whispered.
Jalen frowned. “What mark?”
But before they could answer, a roar split the sky.
Chapter 7: The Broken Crown
Night fell fast. Mira stood in her throne room, sword drawn, Aron at her side. Jalen stumbled in, dragging the dagger behind him.
“Who are you?” Mira demanded.
“I don’t know!” Jalen gasped. “But this dagger — it led me here!”
Before they could speak further, the shadows flooded the room, swirling into a massive figure — taller than any man, its eyes burning cold.
“I am the first,” it whispered. “And I have come for what was stolen.”
Chapter 8: Fall or Fight
Mira slashed at the shadow, her blade passing through it harmlessly.
Jalen, panicking, raised the dagger — and to his shock, the shadow recoiled. The blade pulsed with heat and light, cutting through the dark.
Mira’s eyes locked on his. “You — you were meant for this.”
Jalen shook his head. “I’m no hero.”
She smiled, fierce and tired. “Neither am I.”
Together, they faced the shadow.
Chapter 9: A Shattered World
The throne room shook as the fight raged. Every strike of Jalen’s dagger burned the shadows back, but they kept coming, countless and ancient.
Mira stumbled, blood on her arm, crown slipping from her head.
Jalen lunged, driving the dagger deep into the shadow’s chest. Light exploded outward, tearing through the room, through the walls, through the city.
Chapter 10: The Rise Begins
When the dust cleared, Mira knelt beside Jalen, both gasping for breath.
“It’s over,” Jalen whispered.
Mira shook her head slowly. “No, wanderer. This was only the first.”
Beyond the broken palace, under the dark sky, new shadows stirred. The seal was broken. The world would never be the same.
And the rise of the Forgotten had only just begun.
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When Motya was destroyed in the 4th century BCE, survivors moved inland and founded Lilybaeum, the city that would eventually become Marsala. Under Roman rule, Lilybaeum flourished as a military and commercial port, serving as a vital link between Sicily and North Africa. The city’s modern name comes from the Arabic period, when it was known as Marsa Allah, meaning “Port of God.” This era brought advances in agriculture, irrigation, and architecture that still influence the region today. Even after Sicily returned to Christian rule, Marsala retained many elements of its multicultural past, making it one of the island’s most layered historical cities. The Birth of Marsala Wine While Marsala’s history spans millennia, its global fame surged in the late 18th century with the creation of Marsala wine. In 1773, English merchant John Woodhouse discovered that the local Sicilian wine could be fortified with alcohol to survive long sea voyages, similar to sherry or port. 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