Chapter 4 - The Outcast's Of the Past
Years ago, Kaelen knew only the damp alleyways of the lower slums, surviving off scraps and wits. He remembered nothing of his parents, save for the heavy bronze necklace resting against his chest—a piece of junk, the local pawnbrokers had called it, refusing to buy it because the metal wouldn't melt under normal fire.
Now, standing before the glowing beast, the truth began to untangle. The Sunburst Heart wasn't stolen by Kaelen; it had been stolen from his family line by Vane’s coup twenty years ago. The royal treasury vault hadn't required a master thief to crack it; it had required the biometric resonance of the true royal bloodline—a resonance that the ancient vault security recognized, triggering an automated alarm that Vane twisted into a false accusation of theft.
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"He's... he's wearing the Mark of the Sun Lion," whispered an old senator in the front row of the stands, his voice trembling as ancient history rushed back into his mind. "The true dynasty... they didn't all perish in the fire."
Chancellor Vane recovered his composure, his eyes narrowing into slits of pure venom. He stood up and bellowed to the terrified arena guards, "Traitors! Fools! The boy is using dark sorcery to enchant the beast! Archers, draw your bows! Execute them both before this heresy spreads!"
