The Kingdom of Solaria – Year 1023 A.A.
They called him the Shame of the Royal Family.
First Prince Kael Arclight — born to golden halls and silver expectations — stood alone in a palace garden, his breath misting in the cold morning air. His jet-black hair, messy and windswept, fluttered slightly in the breeze.
Servants avoided his gaze. Knights barely acknowledged his existence. Even his own father, King Darius, passed him like a shadow.
Why?
Because Kael had no magic.
In a world where power defined status, legacy, and even love — Kael was empty. A noble without a spark. A royal without a throne.
The Palace Rumors
"First Prince? More like First Failure."
"He was born under a cursed star, I heard."
"Can't cast even a flame spell. What a waste."
Kael heard it all. Every word.
But he said nothing. He always said nothing.
A Life Forgotten
What no one knew… not even Kael himself… was that he was once a god.
Not a minor deity. Not some spirit of the forest or flame.
He was Zerion, the God of Balance — the only being who dared defy the Celestial Order.
And for that… he was cast down.
Erased.
Reborn as a powerless human boy.
But fragments remained — buried deep in his soul. Memories he couldn't access. Power he couldn't touch.
Yet.
The Throne Room
One week before Kael's fifteenth birthday, the king summoned his court.
A grand hall of marble and obsidian echoed with whispers as nobles gathered.
The king, seated upon the Solar Throne, addressed the court:
"Today, I announce the betrothal of my son, the Second Prince, to the daughter of the Grand Magister. May our kingdom grow stronger."
Kael stood at the back.
Unnoticed.
Uninvited.
Unworthy.
He said nothing.
Until a small, warm hand slipped into his — his little sister, Elira.
Just five years old, the princess beamed up at him with innocent eyes.
"Don't be sad, brother. You're still my hero."
His heart ached.
In a world that had abandoned him… she hadn't.
The Cliffside
That night, Kael stood at the edge of the castle cliffs, wind howling around him.
The moon hung low, casting silver over the crashing waves far below.
"Maybe if I disappear… the world will forget I failed it."
His fingers tightened around the edge.
But then—
A voice echoed behind him. Calm. Familiar.
"That's not the face of a failure. That's the face of someone who hasn't awakened yet."
Kael turned. Two figures stood behind him — his only two childhood friends: Zara, a blunt-talking brawler with crimson gloves, and Aeris, a quiet rogue with sharp eyes and sharper daggers.
"We're not letting you give up," Zara said.
"Even if you're broken… you're still Kael," Aeris added.
Tears stung Kael's eyes, but he quickly wiped them away.
He nodded slowly.
Not yet.
Not today.
The Prophecy Hidden
In the deepest vault beneath the royal castle, hidden by time and lies, a forgotten prophecy lay sealed in crystal.
"The Fallen Flame shall return, reborn in ash.The world will curse him… and he will save it."
And high in the celestial realm, unseen by mortals, a council of faded gods stirred.
One god — once betrayed by Zerion — whispered:
"He's waking up.The boy… is remembering."