Years ago from present–
In the floating kingdom of Glimmereach, the palace grounds were as grand and peaceful as ever. Islands drifted slowly in the sky, connected by bridges of crystal and stone, while soft winds carried the scent of magic through the air.
But not every corner of the palace felt lively.
In one of the quieter courtyards, far from the usual gatherings, a young boy practiced alone.
Ron Volkov.
He is now seven years old.
He held a wooden spear in his hands, moving it again and again—thrust, pull back, rotate, step, thrust again. His form wasn't perfect, but it was disciplined. Each motion carried effort, focus… and something deeper.
Silence surrounded him.
There was laughter of other children of his age.
No one his age to spar with.
