Valentin
* * * Introduction – Whispers of Erlath No one knew for sure where he came from. Some said he was a bastard of the duke. Others, that he had been raised by the witches of the woods, where the wind spoke in dead tongues. But everyone in Erlath knew his name—Valentin. Always on the edge of the court, among shadows and golden halls, he walked as if he already knew the end of the story, even before the first chapter. There was something in his eyes—it wasn't just sadness. It was as if he carried memories that did not belong to him. Voices from the past, fragments of old lives, that murmured only to him. Valentin did not ask to be heard. But when he spoke, even the ghosts were silent. And that night, when the tower bell rang seven times hoarsely, he knew: something ancient had awakened. And I was calling for him. * * *
About Valentin
* * * Introduction – Whispers of Erlath No one knew for sure where he came from. Some said he was a bastard of the duke. Others, that he had been raised by the witches of the woods, where the wind spoke in dead tongues. But everyone in Erlath knew his name—Valentin. Always on the edge of the court, among shadows and golden halls, he walked as...Read more