Crimson curse

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~ A seal unbroken, power bound,

Shadows linger, silence profound

The king demands, yet none obey

A heavy price stands in his way. ~ by Eva

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The king had made up his mind so he just decided to get into that room first and then decide want to do next.

The prophet's voice trembled as he spoke. "The power sealing that door is unlike any I've ever encountered, Your Majesty. It is ancient, beyond my comprehension. I fear there is no way to open it, nor can the prince be harmed."

The king's eyes blazed with fury and desperation. "Then take me to the room! I want to see my wife! I demand to know what lies beyond that cursed seal!"

Eryndor bowed deeply, his voice measured but tinged with hesitation.

"Your Majesty, we'll first need to break the power that binds the door. Without doing so, nothing will grant us entry."

"Then break it!" the king roared. "Do something!, anything! I will not be denied entry to her chamber."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Eryndor bowed again, motioning toward the corridor. "I shall do all I can."

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The prophet turned, his robes sweeping the ground as he began to lead the way toward the sealed birthroom.

The king followed closely behind, his blood-red cloak billowing behind him like a stormcloud.

His trusted soldiers, Commander Kael and General Ryven, exchanged a glance but said nothing as they trailed in silence, their footsteps echoing ominously through the marble halls.

The air grew heavier as they neared the chamber. A palpable energy radiated from the door, a foreboding, pulsating force that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest.

When they reached the chamber, the source of their dread became clear.

The door was cloaked in a shimmering, blood-red aura, faint tendrils of black mist curling around its edges.

Symbols etched in a forgotten language glowed faintly, their light flickering like dying embers. The air around the door crackled with raw energy, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Eryndor approached the door cautiously, his hands trembling as he raised them toward the seal. He stopped just short of touching it, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Eryndor spoke up,

"This is no ordinary magic, Your Majesty," he murmured. "The seal bears the mark of eternal power. It is as if the will of the Crimson Prince himself holds it shut."

The king's voice was cold and unyielding. "Then break it!. I don't care what it takes!."

"Your majesty this is the seal created by the Crimson child itself, and this isn't supposed to happen unless someone defys it or angered it." The prophet said.

"Who angered it then?, did anyone enter it's room at night?" The king replied.

"Yesterday was the birthing occurrence, I don't know what could have angered it" the prophet said looking at the seal.

"Isn't there a way to find out?" The king asked focusing on the prophet.

"Yes your majesty, we'll need the Crimson Curse book" the prophet sighed

"The what?!!, that book is forbidden!" The king alarmed, as he looked at the prophet with shock.

"We have no choice, if we leave his highness locked in this room, plaques will befall our kingdom" the prophet said.

"My kingdom!" The king sharply said.

"Yes your kingdom your majesty" the prophet corrected.

"Aren't you a prophet, of course there will be other ways, try those ones first and if it doesn't work then we can talk about that forbidden book" The King ordered.

Eryndor nodded, drawing a small, jagged blade from within his robes.

The blade glinted with an otherworldly sheen, and strange runes danced along its surface.

"I will attempt to sever the connection," the prophet said, his voice steadying. "But I cannot guarantee what will happen. Stand back, Your Majesty."

Dravok stepped aside, though his piercing gaze never wavered from the door.

Eryndor began to chant in a low, guttural tone, the ancient words resonating with the seal's energy. The runes on the blade flared to life, casting an eerie glow across the chamber. The air grew thick, oppressive, as if the weight of the prophecy itself bore down on them.

The door responded. The red aura intensified, the symbols flaring brighter and brighter until they bathed the room in crimson light. A deafening hum filled the air, and the ground beneath their feet trembled.

Eryndor gritted his teeth, his chant rising in urgency. He pressed the blade against the seal, and the energy around the door seemed to writhe in protest, as if alive.

Then, with a sound like shattering glass, the blade snapped in two. The glow from the seal dimmed momentarily, only to surge back with greater intensity, throwing Eryndor to the ground.

The prophet gasped for breath, his voice hoarse. "It's no use. The seal is unbreakable. The Crimson Prince's power is beyond anything I can overcome."

The king clenched his fists, his voice a venomous hiss. "You will try again, Prophet. I don't care what it costs you."

Eryndor struggled to his feet, his expression a mix of fear and resolve. "I can attempt to weaken it, Your Majesty, but the only way to truly break it is to invoke the will of the prince himself. He alone holds the key to this door."

Dravok's eyes burned with fury, but he held his tongue. He turned to his trusted soldiers. "Kael, Ryven,guard this chamber with your lives. No one comes near it unless I command it."

"Yes, Your Majesty," they replied in unison, bowing low.

"So Prophet what are you talking about?" The king asked.

"Your majesty, I think we might have to try the sleeping spell, if we can make the prince to at least fall asleep maybe we could break the spell?" Prophet Eryndor suggested.

"Whatever do what you know don't ask me!" The king said.

"Yes your majesty" the prophet bowed

Prophet Eryndor positioned himself and began to chant the spells. But then an immediate rush to wind flew from the symbols and crashed both the king and prophecy Eryndor to the wall behind them...

"YOUR MAJESTY!!!" the trusted soldiers shouted.

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