Prologue

In the midst of the vast expanse of the night, Sir Morgan lay motionless, his body sprawled in front of a weathered wall atop the World Library in the Kingdom of Urania. It was a place where knowledge flourished, a sanctuary for seekers of wisdom, and now it served as the backdrop to a mysterious awakening.

As the first light of dawn gently caressed the horizon, a faint glimmer danced within Sir Morgan's eyes. Slowly, like a curtain being lifted, his eyes began to open, revealing a glimpse of the world that lay before him. With each passing moment, his vision sharpened, and his surroundings came into focus.

His eyes were opened now, and Sir Morgan surveyed the scene. The world seemed both familiar and alien, as if he had been absent for a lifetime. His gaze fell upon his hand, and as he raised it before his face, he was greeted by a macabre sight. Blood stained his fingers and palm, a testament to a past he could not yet recall.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Sir Morgan, a name whispered in tales of daring exploits and hidden treasures. The legendary Relic thief whose fame spread accross the Four kingdoms of Gaia! His words echoed through his mind, a cryptic proclamation from a forgotten time.

"The thief shall die, but his treasure shall live on for eternity."

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He chuckled softly, savoring the enigmatic nature of his own words. What treasure did he speak of? And does what he proclaim even make any sense? He wondered.

So he shifted his gaze upward, his blurry eyes fell upon the majestic skyline of the city that sprawled before him. Urania, a kingdom of wonders and secrets, held the key to unraveling the mysteries that entangled his past and present. It was here, amidst the realm of knowledge, that he would put his own words to the test.

With a surge of determination, Sir Morgan lifted his bloodied fingers and pressed them against the ancient wall behind him. His touch left a crimson mark, a proclamation etched in his life force.

"My treasure lives! Seek it, and ye shall find it, my luv!"

He wrote these words carefully with his own blood on the wall behind him.

The words resonated in the stillness of the morning, their meaning shrouded in ambiguity. Was it a challenge, a plea, or a mere riddle awaiting the keen mind that would dare to venture forth?

As the last vestiges of life slipped away, Sir Morgan felt a profound sense of purpose. His awakening marked the beginning of a new chapter, one where the echoes of his past intertwined with the beckoning call of an unknown future. His story, enigmatic and alluring, was now etched into the walls of Urania's World Library, waiting to be deciphered by those who would dare to seek the truth.

And so, with his final breath, Sir Morgan passed on, leaving behind a legacy that would spark the curiosity and ignite the imaginations of those who followed in his footsteps. The tale of the thief and his treasure had only just begun, and the pages of Urania's history awaited the bold souls ready to embark on an extraordinary journey.