Once, in a vast and powerful kingdom, there lived a King who cherished one treasure above all others—his only son, the Prince. The Prince was beloved by the people, admired for his strength, wisdom, and the promise of his reign to come. The King, though known for his sharp mind and unyielding rule, held his son’s life more precious than his own.

But even the strongest kingdom is not immune to misfortune.

One day, the Prince fell gravely ill. His body, once brimming with life, grew frail. The illness struck swiftly, and no remedy, no prayer, no potion could slow its course. His eyes dulled, his voice faltered, and soon, the Prince lay in bed, hovering on the edge of death.

Desperate to save him, the King summoned the kingdom’s greatest mind—a powerful Wizard who had long served the royal family. The Wizard had healed many before, and his magic was known to rival the greatest in the land. The illness struck without warning, and though the Wizard did everything he could, the Prince continued to slip away.

Over time, the Wizard’s spells failed to halt the disease, and soon, the Prince lay still, barely clinging to life. Then, late one night, the Wizard made a choice—he abandoned the castle, fleeing in secret and leaving the Prince to his fate. His betrayal left the King enraged, but it was too late to undo the damage.

But the Prince did not die.

Days passed, then weeks. Though his body remained frail, something inside the Prince still burned—a spark of life that refused to be extinguished. It was then, in the darkest hour, that a group of Warlocks appeared. These ancient figures were feared by all, but they offered the Prince a gift: knowing the risk, the Prince accepted their help, for he had no other choice.

The Warlocks performed rituals that defied the natural order. They did not heal him, but they filled him with something far greater. Empowered by their magic, the Prince awoke with strength and power beyond what any mortal had ever known. His body, once frail, surged with life, and his eyes gleamed with a strange light. He was no longer the same, but he was alive.

The Prince, now transformed, was no longer concerned with the illness that had nearly claimed him. His thoughts were consumed by one thing: never stopped in his pursuit of justice. The Wizard had fled, abandoning the Prince when he needed him most. But no matter where the Wizard ran, the Prince knew he would find him.

With his newfound strength, the Prince hunted the Wizard across kingdoms, his power allowing him to track the betrayer through lands unknown. No matter where the Wizard hid, the Prince was relentless, always one step behind. Finally, after a long and arduous journey, the Prince found the Wizard in a distant land, hiding in fear.

There were no words of forgiveness, no explanations exchanged. The Wizard, now a broken man, understood his fate was sealed the moment he fled. The Prince, with the power granted by the Warlocks, exacted his justice swiftly, and the Wizard was dragged back to the kingdom, bound and defeated.

In the deepest dungeons of the castle, the Wizard was imprisoned, left to face the consequences of his betrayal. The Prince had not only reclaimed his life, but his purpose. His heart, once kind, now burned with a newfound strength. He had been given a gift of unimaginable power, and with it, he ensured that justice was served.

But as the years passed, a question remained: was the Prince’s new power a gift, or a curse? Though he ruled with wisdom and strength, those who whispered in the shadows knew that the Warlocks’ magic had awakened something more in him—something that could never be undone.

And as for the Wizard? No one knows what became of him. Some say he still roams the dungeon, trapped in eternal torment. Others believe he is nothing more than a shadow of his former self, a ghost haunting the castle’s dark halls.

But on quiet nights, when the wind is still and the moon hides its face, some say you can hear a voice, soft and mournful, carried on the breeze.

“Come home soon,” it whispers...