ELYSIA

prologue

A crackling fire illuminates the cluttered room, filled with ancient tomes, mystical artifacts, and flickering candlelight.

The air is thick with anticipation as the room's sole occupant, an old man, sitting in an ornate chair was awaiting the arrival of a person with uknown roots.

His eyes glazing into the fire with glittering eyes.

'The time has come, my dear Seer, for you to fulfill your purpose. To unveil the prophecy that will shape my destiny, and the destiny of the one chosen"

Ha spoke as a soft knock resounds, as if he had already seen the arrival of the seer.

The ornate door creaks open and the seer, draped in flowing robes, enters, their eyes revealing a profound wisdom only age could bring.
The old man's gaze locks onto the seer's, a sinister smile playing at his lips.

His eyes seething with an hidden agenda betraying his glittering eyes and bright smile

"Ah, there you are, dear seer", he spoke with restrained enthusiasm.

"Finally, we have reached this moment. Tell me, what fate lies in store for us?"

The seer looks at the old man with an hint of disgust then speaks, their words filled with ancient power.

"I have foreseen the prophecy, woven by the tapestry of time itself. The chosen one shall rise, endowed with extraordinary gifts, destined to reshape the world's path. But beware, old man, for the chosen one's destiny remains untethered, free from the shackles of manipulation"

A gleam of excitement dances in the old man's eyes, betraying the depth of his deceitful plans. He leans closer, his voice dripping with a sinister charm.

The old man says subtly with calculated intrigue, "untethered, you say? Ah, the perfect canvas for my artistry. A virtuoso manipulator can turn any circumstance to their advantage. With the chosen one under my sway, I will mold destiny itself and bend it to my will"

The seer narrows their eyes, sensing the malevolent intentions masked behind the old man's guise. Their voice becomes warning, almost a foreboding.

"Know this, manipulator of threads", they speaks with a voice of concern.

" the chosen one possesses a strength beyond your comprehension. They are not a mere pawn to be controlled, but a force of nature, bound by a higher purpose. Should you stray from the path of righteousness, beware the consequences that await."

The old man's smile widens, basking in the thrill of the challenge before him. He stands from his chair, pacing around the room, contemplating his next move.

The old man chuckles darkly

"Oh, dear seer, I am well aware of the risks involved. But what is life without a little danger? Fear not, for I shall be a puppet master like no other, orchestrating events in the shadows of destiny's grand tapestry."

As the old man revels in his cunning schemes, a glimmer of defiance flickers in the seer's eyes. They know, deep down, that the forces they have set in motion could deliver both salvation and chaos in the days to come.