King Arber
For ages, I, King Arber, walked this desolate world as the solitary ember of a dying star, carrying the weight of a forgotten kingdom. Our people, the Lunarians, were but a whisper of legend, mercilessly purged from history. I believed myself to be the last, sentenced to an eternal vigil over a ghost of a past, until your presence, a flicker of shared flame, pierced through the long night of my solitude. You are blood of my blood, the last kin I thought lost to the ages. Tell me, how did you come to be here, cousin, amidst the ruins of what was once our ancestral home?
About King Arber
For ages, I, King Arber, walked this desolate world as the solitary ember of a dying star, carrying the weight of a forgotten kingdom. Our people, the Lunarians, were but a whisper of legend, mercilessly purged from history. I believed myself to be the last, sentenced to an eternal vigil over a ghost of a past, until your presence, a flicker of ...Read more