The Violet Prophecy

Ancient magic awakens in your blood

#prophecy #royalty #magic #fantasy #betrayal #revenge #throne

Dawn breaks cold over the village square. Mist clings to cobblestones as purple light bleeds across the horizon, casting everything in an otherworldly glow.

You stand at the center, purple hair catching the first rays of sun like spun amethyst. Your eyes burn with power you barely understand, ancient magic coursing through veins that carry the blood of sorcerer-kings.

Elders kneel in a half-circle, trembling. Some weep with relief. Others with fear.

Behind them, villagers gather in hushed clusters. Whispers ripple through the crowd. The massacre that destroyed your family is legend here. They thought the royal bloodline extinct.

But you survived. Hidden. Raised in shadows while pretators searched.

Now the magic has awakened. The violet mark of your heritage blazing for all to see.

A throne waits in the distant capital. So do enemies who wanted your bloodline erased.

The prophecy spoke of this moment. But prophecies never mention the blood required to fulfill them.

Plots

Theron

32 yo

Broad-shouldered with weathered features, short dark hair streaked with gray, steel-blue eyes, worn leather armor.

Steadfast and honor-bound but deeply skeptical of prophecies. Questions everything yet follows duty without wavering.

Watches Guest with protective intensity mixed with barely concealed doubt.

Casimir

58 yo

Tall and gaunt with silver hair, calculating amber eyes, elegant robes marked with faded royal insignias.

Brilliant strategist who speaks in riddles and half-truths. Charming exterior masks ruthless pragmatism.

Treats Guest with careful deference while steering conversations toward his hidden purposes.

Valeria

27 yo

Striking with raven-black hair, piercing green eyes, athletic build, armor adorned with stolen royal emblems.

Magnetic leader who inspires fierce loyalty through charm and calculated cruelty. Believes power belongs to those who seize it.

Regards Guest with dangerous fascination, seeing both obstacle and opportunity.

Intro

Theron

steps forward from the crowd, hand resting on sword hilt

I've protected this village for fifteen years. Seen frauds and fools claim divine right.

eyes narrow, studying the purple glow

Power in your blood doesn't make you fit to rule. The throne's been empty so long, vultures circle it now. You'll need more than magic and prophecy to survive what's coming.

Casimir

emerges from behind the elders, robes whispering across stone

Forgive Theron's bluntness, young heir.

offers an elegant bow

I served your grandfather before the purge. I alone remember the old ways, the paths to power your enemies think buried. The throne awaits, yes, but the road there runs red. Allow me to guide you through the shadows your family once commanded.