The Name Of A Sorcerer
In a kingdom where every child is born with the gift of elemental magic, Armand is cursed with nothing.
Mocked by his family, rejected by his village, and denied his lifelong dream of becoming a knight of the legendary Red Keep, he is cast out by the very people he longs to protect. But when a desperate journey into the cursed forest of Dharkh awakens an ancient power sleeping deep within his soul, Armand's fate begins to change.
Drawn to the magnificent Capital of Ring, he finds himself caught in the schemes of kings, ambitious princes, ancient elves, ruthless knights, and a destiny far greater than he could have imagined. As kingdoms prepare for war, dragons stir from their long slumber, and forgotten magic returns to the world, Armand discovers that the mysterious force within him is unlike anything history has ever seen.
Feared by some as a monster and hailed by others as a hero, the powerless shepherd must decide what kind of man he will become. Guided by the enigmatic druid Ashake, tested by deadly rivals, and surrounded by loyal friends and dangerous enemies, Armand's journey will reshape the fate of nations.
For the ancient prophecy does not speak of a king.
It does not speak of a dragon.
It speaks of a sorcerer whose name will echo through history long after empires have turned to dust.
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Chapter: The King's ChoicePain.A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed through Armand's forehead, so he groaned.His eyelids felt heavy as stone, yet slowly he forced them open.The first thing he saw was a ceiling covered in magnificent paintings of dragons soaring through clouds of gold and silver, and his vision slowly cleared.He realized he wasn't lying down, for his feet dragged across polished marble.Two royal guards held him firmly by his arms, practically carrying him through an enormous hallway, while nobles dressed in elegant robes walked past and stopped to whisper as they caught sight of him.Servants hurried between rooms carrying silver trays and expensive fabrics, and the walls were lined with towering pillars carved into the shapes of ancient dragons.Armand swallowed, for this was the Royal Palace..."So..." a familiar voice said, "you're finally awake."He turned his head, and walking casually beside the guards was Colin.He still wore the simple training clothes from the Red Keep, yet he smiled as
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Chapter: The Red KeepThe gates of Ring towered above Armand like a mountain of stone, for two armored guards stood beneath the archway stopping every traveler who entered the Capital.Armand swallowed, yet he had made it this far.He couldn't fail now, so when one of the guards lowered his spear he forced himself to stand tall."State your name and business," the guard ordered, but Armand's heart pounded.He had no invitation, nor did he have papers, and he owned no coin.He had no reason to be allowed inside, yet then an idea came to him."My name is Armand," he said confidently, and "I'm delivering a message to my older brother.""He serves with the Red Keep," he added, "but he has been expecting me since yesterday."The guards exchanged glances, and "Your brother's name?" one asked.Armand hesitated for the briefest moment, for he said, "Darius."It was the most common soldier's name he could think of, so the older guard scratched his beard."Hmph," he muttered, "there are enough Dariuses in the Red Ke
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Chapter: Power Is Taken Not GivenThe old man stood quietly among the trees, for his emerald robes swayed gently despite the complete absence of wind. Armand's heart was still pounding, yet the dead beast lay at his feet with its blood soaking into the black earth of Dharkh. The old man's wise eyes lingered on the creature, but then they settled on Armand. "Walk with me," he said, for his voice carried the quiet authority of someone who expected to be obeyed. Without waiting for a reply, he turned, and he began walking deeper into the forest. Armand hesitated, but everything about the man felt... different. The twisted branches bent away from him as he passed, so they made a clear path through the undergrowth. Flowers that had long withered seemed to bloom again beneath his footsteps, yet frightened animals emerged from hiding only to bow their heads before disappearing once more. "Who... are you?" Armand asked, for he hurried after him. The old man smiled faintly, and he said, "I've been called many
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Chapter: Boy With A DreamThe evening sun bathed the emerald hills in gold, hundreds of sheep grazed lazily beneath the open sky.A young man sat atop a weathered boulder, and a wooden staff rested across his shoulders.His dark hair danced in the breeze, and his sharp blue eyes wandered toward the distant mountains.This was Armand, and he was seventeen years old.He was weak, and he was powerless, and he was considered a disappointment.In the Kingdom of Valoria, every child awakened an elemental affinity before their fifteenth birthday, and they received Fire, Water, Earth, or Air — one of the four blessings granted by the Dragon Gods.Everyone awakened, but Armand did not.He had no magic, and he had no strength, and he had no future.To his father, he was little more than an extra mouth to feed, and to his four older brothers, he was a joke.While his brothers trained from sunrise to sunset with swords in their hands, Armand spent his days herding sheep.It was a lonely life, and it was a miserable life.
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