In the days when the world was still young, and kingdoms vied for dominance, there was a land said to be cursed by the gods themselves. This land, hidden away in the folds of towering mountains and ancient forests, was the subject of both reverence and fear. For within it grew a herb unlike any other—a plant with the power to heal even the most grievous wounds in mere days, a miracle that could change the fate of nations.But the herb's power was too great, too dangerous to be left in the hands of mere mortals. And so, the ancient legendary saints, beings of immense power and wisdom, wove a protective lie around the land. These saints, three in number, were said to be the guardians of the world's balance, endowed with the divine ability to see the hearts of men and the destinies of kingdoms.Their decree was simple: only a king with a heart of gold, untainted by the darkness of past sins, could claim and protect the herb. Any other who dared to seize the land would bring ruin upon themselves and their people. To ensure this, the saints spread the tale of a deadly curse, a doom so terrible that no kingdom could hope to survive it. Over the centuries, this lie became truth, and the land remained untouched, its secret safe.But the truth, as it often does, was buried beneath layers of myth and fear. What remained were the stories of kingdoms that had once dared to ignore the saints' warnings. These tales were whispered in hushed tones, passed down from one generation to the next as cautionary tales of hubris and downfall.In one such tale, a mighty kingdom, rich in power and ambition, sought to claim the land for its own. The king, a man of ruthless determination, dismissed the saints' words as mere superstition. With his armies at his back, he marched upon the sacred land, determined to seize the herb that would make him immortal in the annals of history.But the saints were not to be trifled with. As the king’s armies set foot upon the cursed soil, the skies darkened, and the earth trembled. The saints appeared before them, their forms glowing with otherworldly light, their voices ringing with the power of the divine. They offered the king a final chance to turn back, to abandon his quest and save his people. But pride had clouded the king's heart, and he laughed in the face of their warnings.The punishment was swift and merciless. The ground cracked open, swallowing the king and his soldiers whole, their cries for mercy silenced by the saints’ wrath. The kingdom fell into ruin, its name erased from history, a reminder that the saints’ words were not to be ignored.Centuries passed, and the memory of the fallen kingdom faded into legend. The land, now seen as cursed beyond measure, remained untouched. But the herb, and the truth of its power, awaited the arrival of a king with a heart pure enough to wield it. For only such a ruler could unlock the land’s true potential and protect it from those who would misuse its power.

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It was into this world of lies and forgotten truths that Prince Elric Wyndham and his brother Kael Wyndham would stumble, unaware that their actions would unravel the ancient deception and reveal the true destiny of the land.