Second Canto 2
Canto II: The Sword of Promise There came an age when kingdoms rose like waves and fell as swiftly. In that age, a young queen ruled from the high citadel of Alwen. Her banners bore the crest of the dawn—three rays of gold upon a field of blue—and her people called her the Bright One , for she was brave and kind and unafraid to dream of peace. Yet peace is a fragile thing, and there were those who envied her calm. Enemies gathered at the borders; the smoke of their forges turned the horizon red. One night, when the stars trembled like watchful eyes, the queen went to the Mirror Lake to pray. The water lay still as glass. And then, from its heart, the Lady rose. She held in her hands a sword unlike any forged by mortal smiths. Its blade shimmered with shifting light, neither gold nor silver, but something between—a promise unspoken. “Take this,” said the Lady. “It will shine only for the just. Wield it with mercy, and no darkness shall prevail against you.” The queen knelt a...

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