The Legend of Sinardia V: Hope

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It was a clear spring night. The three moons were barely visible, except when they peeked through some clouds. Occasionally, a star could be seen. The temperature was still low, although a normal rise in temperature was beginning to be noticed.

The wagon stopped shortly before reaching the Snowwind Mountains when the woman informed those with her that her labor pains were already unbearable and that she needed them to stop. They did some time after in the same path, next to a hut on the side of the road that seemed lonely and unused. The woman got out with difficulty, helped by one of the men accompanying her. It was nearly the end of the day.

In less than an hour, the woman had given birth to a beautiful pink-cheeked baby. That girl, born in the mist and night, in that hut on the steppe, was the last hope against the possible reign of the cruel black magician.

Only one of the moons and a few stars, visible through the clouds, had illuminated her birth. Her mother, no longer a first-time mother, had had an easy birth, despite the challenges that came with giving birth to a baby in a place so far from any civilization.

Outside, two very rough men, poorly and almost shabbyly dressed, were guarding the entrance. They looked around worriedly. The moment was very complicated: the woman had had to make that trip, and during the journey, she went into labor, although she still had two weeks until the due date was determined.

Paradoxically, no one would have even considered that the birth of that baby girl, there, far from any important place, would be decisive in ending that nightmare.

Nor, of course, could anyone have guessed that the pink-cheeked baby, grunting from the cold in that hut, was the daughter of Emperor Karlonevo XVI. It had been 557 years since the attack on the Sinningen Monastery: the black magician, Lord of the Necromancers, Klandorg, had been missing for so long now that most people have forgotten about him. But there were more than indications that he seemed to have returned.

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