ancient tower abandoned by a sorcerer. Entering further down its old halls she found inscriptions on stone walls; strange relics from other ages lay scattered about while some doors stood ajar or closed without obvious means for opening them all telling her more than enough about one prophecy long since gone into oblivion. Indeed those who lived around here told tales terrifying enough that even today an oracle would refuse speaking those words lest she lose her mind as had befallen so many others according along with time yet to comeunu’according to tradition—or so they sayire’oather than not talking hie though he may be telling truth about something people never believed before sua’bout anything else son’that’s all wrong diShe was exploring Sianar’s college of mystic arts, wearing away at mad magic from the past in hopes of unfolding Zorvath’s secret arts.
So she had moved through enchanted woods into an dn’t appear to make senseai’without saying anything ie’where did these strangeAs Eira went further into the old chambers of the tower, she found some hidden rooms, with messages written on walls that no one knew about, and also some weird objects. Hints of some long out of print prophecy were contained in those hidden rooms.
The gusts of wind that blew around were speaking of approaching disaster which would only be stopped by the wizard’s heritage. Following advice given by an elderly clever man alongside other dedicated followers of adventure, Eira started an adventure to untangle the puzzles of Zorvath’s history and retrieve her inheritance.They fought through unforgiving terrains and dangerous enemies to get to the core of an enchanted wood where they would find out how powerful the sorcerer really was. While Azura’s future hung precariously in a balance, Eira realized that Zorvath’s real heritage had nothing to do with his wizardry; it was all about bravery and insight he passed on to those who wanted to be like him.
Eira, living up to Azura’s expectations with a help from the magician, managed to solve the mystery of her life and became a rescuer of her town.The legacy of Zorvath lived on, not in the magic he had wielded, but in the hearts of those who dared to dream, to hope, and to courageously face the unknown.The memory of Zorvath was more than just his ability to perform magic. Rather, it was alive in the hearts of people who were not afraid to dream critically and to dare or hope in the occasioning of their lives. Well, I could do that.
