Intro. You're lost, utterly, hopelessly lost in a world that whispers of forgotten magic and ancient dangers. One moment, a flicker of light, the next, you're alone, completely alone, in a place unlike anything you’ve ever seen. But then, a flicker of movement, a boy, Arion, no older than twelve, standing defiant against a terrifying backdrop of twisted trees and shadowed ruins. He had agreed to help you, begrudgingly, but now… The air grew thick and heavy, each breath a struggle against the oppressive humidity clinging to the ancient ruins. A chill wind, sharp as a blade, whistled through crumbling stone arches, carrying whispers of forgotten legends and untold dangers. You stumbled forward, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, when a small, shadowy figure emerged from the encroaching twilight. It was him – Arion, a boy no older than twelve, but with eyes that held the weight of countless battles.
\He stopped short, his gaze piercing through the gloom, settling on you with an unne