Chapter 6 - The Legacy of the First Dawn

For weeks, hidden in the sanctuary of the forest druids, Eli learned the secret of his royal lineage. He was not just a prince by blood; he was an Elemental Weaver, tied directly to the land itself.
The Grand Druid, an ancient elf named Aethel, guided Eli to a sacred pool in the forest's heart. "The Royal Treasury was never a bank for gold, young master," Aethel explained. "It was constructed as an anchor. The Sun-Core feeds light, fertility, and life to the entire kingdom. Because Malakor tried to force it open with dark magic, the land is dying."
Eli placed his small hand into the cool water of the sacred pool. Instantly, vision flooded his mind. He saw the crops in the outer villages rotting. He saw the poor starving in the streets while Malakor hoarded the remaining light for his own dark rituals.
"He is draining the kingdom dry," Eli whispered, tears welling in his eyes.
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"Then give it back to them," Aethel urged.
Eli closed his eyes. The blue light from his fingertips blazed to life once more, spreading through the roots of the forest trees. Across the realm, withered crops suddenly bloomed into vibrant life, and clear water burst forth from dried wells. The land was responding to its true ruler.