Zeral listened intently as Donatella recounted her memories. The training ground became a canvas of emotions as she painted the past with the colors of her experiences. As she spoke of Fernando, a young soldier who had left a lasting impression on her, the scenes unfolded alive in Zeral's mind.

"Years ago, I was training with a young soldier," Donatella began, her gaze fixed on the training soldiers. "He was close to me. I met him here. Every time I came to watch soldiers train, he was there doing his best. He was brave and strong. I was easily impressed by his skills, and he was umm..."

Zeral, intrigued, looked at the princess , who seemed curious. "And he was what?" Zeral asked.

Blushing with a smile, Donatella confessed, "He was handsome, just like you."

Zeral, surprised at the comparison, chuckled, "Me? I look like the statue of me, except I've got silver instead of rocks."

Donatella laughed, "Still, you are a very handsome man."

Grateful for the compliment, Zeral continued to listen as Donatella delved into the story of Fernando. She explained how she asked him to train with her, and he accepted. Zeral could imagine the scenes of Fernando teaching the princess with a combination of humor and respect.

The memories unfolded like a bittersweet melody, leaving an impression on both Zeral and the training ground. The atmosphere shifted as Donatella recounted the incident where she got injured. The air seemed to still, and a moment of vulnerability enveloped the princess.

As Donatella engaged in a sparring match, a misstep caused her to stumble and fall, the impact more jarring than she anticipated. A hush fell over the training area as everyone turned their attention to the princess. Zeral, standing by her side, felt a twinge of concern.

Fernando, the young soldier with a kind heart, moved swiftly to her aid. He knelt beside Donatella, his eyes reflecting genuine worry. With gentle hands, he assessed her injury, showing both skill and compassion. Donatella winced in pain, but Fernando's soothing words and reassuring touch helped ease her discomfort.

The other soldiers, sensing the sincerity of the moment, watched in respectful silence. Fernando, maintaining his composure, carefully helped Donatella to her feet. Their interaction held a delicate balance between formality and genuine care, creating a touching scene on the training ground.

As Fernando guided Donatella away from the sparring area to a quieter spot for her to rest, the onlookers couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in witnessing such a genuine connection. It was a scene that lingered in the memories of those present, a testament to the camaraderie forged amidst the trials of training and the bonds formed in the pursuit of shared goals.

Donatella continued sharing her memories with Zeral. A nostalgic smile graced her face as she recalled the time she spent with Fernando.

"He sounds like a true dreamer, always seeking new things to discover and want to have a legacy that last long."

Zeral remarked, genuinely intrigued by the tales she wove. Donatella nodded, her eyes reflecting the fondness she held for her friend. "Yes, but we became more than just friends after that. We used to walk around and talk about many interesting things, mainly about heroes. He told me he wanted to be a hero, someone everyone would remember. He shared countless stories about legendary figures from various kingdoms, most of them hailing from the era of the 100 years war."

Zeral acknowledged the significance of that era, acknowledging, "Legends indeed flourished in that time." Donatella, with a smile that held admiration, said, "Legends like you..."

Returning the smile, Zeral listened attentively as she continued, "He emphasized the importance of learning how to fight so he could defeat all enemies. If he were to die, he wished for everyone to remember his glory." Zeral agreed, expressing to her that this was the aspiration of many soldiers — to leave behind a legacy that would endure in the memories of those they served.

Zeral couldn't help but feel a deep connection to Donatella's story, seeing footprint of his father's journey in her tale. He realized how extraordinary it was for a common person to become intertwined with royalty, a rarity in her family's dynasty. The profound love she felt for that unknown soldier, captivated by his dreams, resonated with Zeral. It was a narrative of love that transcended social boundaries, much like his father's story.

As she continued her narrative, Donatella spoke of the clandestine training sessions with Fernando. Zeral could sense the depth of her emotions as she revealed the intimate details of their secret escapades. She shared how they disguised themselves as commoners, exploring the bustling city incognito. The memories of those moments outside the castle walls were seen in her mind, each one filled with the joy and laughter that accompanied their shared adventures.

Tears welled up in her soft eyes as she recounted the time Fernando taught her to ride a horse, their clandestine fishing trips, and the playful laughter that resonated between them. The sorrow emanating from her grief-laden memories permeated the training ground, casting a somber atmosphere over the once lively space.

As she spoke, the golden sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting a warm, dappled glow on the training ground. The young apprentices, sensing the weight of Donatella's emotions, had paused their training to observe the princess with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity. The once-vibrant atmosphere had shifted, and the air was thick with the unspoken pain of a love story that had been cut short.

In the midst of this powerful scene, Zeral stood silently beside Donatella, his silver eyes reflecting a deep understanding. The memories she shared resonated with his own experiences of loss and the sacrifices made for the pursuit of a better future. The training ground, a witness to countless tales of bravery and camaraderie, now held the weight of a love story that had transcended the boundaries of status and station.

As Zeral shared his perspective on destiny and purpose. He Told her that everyone in this life have porpse and destiny awaits for them he always believe he was going to be a great warrior like his father but he ended up in this cursed form a shell from his past and that he emphasized the importance of the impending peace. However, Donatella, overcome with grief, interrupted him abruptly, declaring, "No, I can't accept that... they took my beloved Fernando."

Zeral, sensing her pain, asked with a gentle yet inquisitive tone, "How did it happen? What happened to Fernando?" The weight of her sorrow hung in the air as she gathered the strength to recount the painful events that had unfolded.

As Donatella continued her narrative, Zeral's features contorted with a mix of astonishment and concern. The weight of her words hung in the air, and he leaned in, eager to grasp the full scope of the tragic event that had befallen her.

She explained that during her younger years, her parents were particularly protective due to her status as a princess. However, she managed to have a few trusted guards who permitted her occasional excursions outside, allowing her to meet Fernando in the city. These vigilant guards, assigned to watch over her, always maintained a discreet watchful eye.

With a graceful gesture, she pointed toward Marko, the commander now serving as her personal trainer. A wistful smile played on her lips as she acknowledged his unwavering loyalty.

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"Yes, I have my personal guards now," she began, her voice carrying the weight of bittersweet memories. "But when the monsters attacked us, they couldn't help Fernando."

Zeral's eyes widened with shock, prompting him to seek further clarification. "What? How did that happen? Did the monsters breach the capital walls?" The urgency in his voice mirrored the gravity of the situation as he grappled with the unfolding tragedy."

She recounted how Fernando shared his origin, hailing from Sarzon, the last kingdom that fell to Antorya. Due to the destruction of his village, he had to relocate to the outskirts of the capital, preferring to dwell near the forest where he enjoyed hunting with his father. He extended an invitation to Princess Donatella for a boar-hunting expedition, and she agreed. During their journey, Fernando narrated legends of Sarzon, particularly focusing on the legendary King Michael who had rebuilt the kingdom from the ground up.

Zeral chimed in, acknowledging his knowledge of King Michael. "He was a remarkable hero and warrior. They say he was the best fighter of his time, and there's even a statue of him in your father's royal palace."

Donatella confirmed this but added that Fernando had mentioned a druid named Lily who assisted King Michael. She was Michael's niece, played a crucial role in enhancing his fighting skills. Fernando asserted that Lily's influence was the reason behind the king Michael's formidable prowess, even though historical accounts didn't emphasize her contributions.

Zeral mused, "Druids have their own history, a world of their own that remains largely unknown to others. Perhaps Lily's impact was profound, but the druids prefer to keep their secrets." To this, Donatella swiftly responded, "Yes, she is."

In the midst of their conversation, Donatella delved into the harrowing tale of a boar-hunting expedition that had taken a tragic turn. As she recounted the events, her eyes reflected the haunting memories.

During the hunt, Fernando, Donatella, and her guards entered the dense forest, tracking the boar's elusive footsteps. Fernando, skilled with a bow, instructed the guards to halt, mindful that their heavy steps might startle the beast. Donatella, eager and excited, stayed close, watching in anticipation.

As the duo closed in on the unsuspecting boar, an abrupt intrusion shattered the tranquility. Two monsters emerged from the shadows, stunning Donatella. Frozen in terror, she couldn't utter a scream. However, Fernando, quick to react, leaped in front of her, brandishing a blade meant for battling monsters. The monsters, beyond his power to defeat, overcame him. The suppressed scream finally escaped Donatella's lips, and the guards rushed to her aid.

One of the monsters struck Fernando on the head, seizing his limp body and vanishing into the shadows. The other monster, focused on capturing Donatella, faced the approaching guards. In her fear, Donatella even admitted to soiling herself during the chaotic encounter, revealing her vulnerability and humiliation.

The guards fended off the remaining monster, rescuing Donatella from imminent danger. Distraught and in tears, she pleaded with the guards to retrieve Fernando. However, their refusal stemmed from the fear that more monsters lurked nearby. The soldiers swiftly escorted Donatella back to the safety of the capital's walls, leaving Fernando's fate uncertain in the clutches of the monsters.

As she poured out her heart to Zeral, she explained that this incident marked the first occurrence of monsters launching an attack so close to the capital. They usually resided in the north, occasionally scouting the capital's outskirts while taking advantage of the cover provided by the forest.

Zeral, sensing the weight of Donatella's grief, spoke with a solemn yet reassuring tone. "I'm sorry for what happened to your friend, Dona. But maybe there's hope. Hirvan's monsters often capture humans not to harm them but to turn them into one of their own. It's a twisted form of recruitment. He might still be alive, and I promise you, I will do everything in my power to find him."

Donatella, caught between the agony of loss and a glimmer of hope, managed a smile despite the tears streaming down her face. She tightly clutched Zeral's arm, finding comfort in his presence. "I hope so, Zeral. But even if he's alive, I fear he won't be the same. He was hated here when he was human, just for being a survivor from Sarzon. And now, as a monster..." Her voice trailed off, the pain evident in her eyes. Even in her moment of sorrow, she found solace in Zeral's promise to help, a flicker of hope in the darkness that enveloped her heart.

Zeral, still holding Donatella's gaze, spoke with conviction about the significance of the peace treaty. "This is why the peace treaty must be accomplished. I'll keep a vigilant eye, and if your friend is alive among Hirvan's monsters, he can join you here. You can continue your stories and training together. If there's a cure, even better—he can return to his human form. In any case, you might get your friend back. So, let go of this hatred and regret."

Donatella, wiping away tears, promised that she would try to forgive and understand if she ever saw Fernando again. Zeral then shared a personal revelation, assuring her that forgiveness was crucial. "I, too, will forgive the druids for the destruction of Batrak. I won't seek revenge or harm anyone if they provide solutions and answers. Forgiveness is essential, even for someone like me, who was once a beast, causing fear and pain. I seek redemption for what I've done, and I believe forgiveness can pave the way for a better future."

In the midst of sorrow and longing, Zeral and Donatella found a shared understanding and a glimmer of hope for a future where forgiveness could heal even the deepest wounds.

Donatella expressed her hope that Zeral would find a path to redemption for his actions. In response, Zeral acknowledged the enigmatic nature of the druids, noting that their origins and language remained shrouded in mystery.

In the dimly lit chamber, Donatella listened intently as Zeral delved into the mysteries surrounding the druids. Shadows danced on the walls, emphasizing the uncertainty that cloaked the ancient order. Zeral's voice resonated with a mixture of curiosity and concern, mirroring the intricate web of questions that enshrouded the druids' activities.

"The druids," Zeral continued, "have shaped the course of history in ways we may never fully comprehend. Their influence spans centuries, leaving an indelible mark on the tapestry of humanity. The 100 Years War, a monumental conflict, could very well be one of their orchestrated events. And the original Zeralizion, a creature from a bygone era, raises even more perplexing inquiries. Why do only the druids possess a book detailing his existence?"

As he spoke, Zeral's eyes reflected the weight of his quest, a relentless pursuit for answers that seemed to slip through the fingers of time. Underscoring the gravity of the unresolved mysteries that lingered in the air.

Turning his attention to Batrak, the city that bore the brunt of the druids' enigmatic actions, Zeral's gaze hardened. "I am determined to unveil the truth behind the destruction of Batrak. What motives drove them to raze a city to the ground? These are the questions that propel me forward, seeking answers and redemption for the atrocities I unwittingly committed."

The atmosphere shifted from somber reflections to an unexpected surge of energy. Zeral, with a playful glint in his eye, decided it was time to usher in a new chapter. "Enough of grief and history," he declared, "let's create the future together. It's time to fulfill my promise and make you a hero, my princess."

Donatella, taken aback by the sudden change, questioned, "Fight?" Zeral's smile widened as he responded, "Yes, you're going to train with me, but I want you to fight me with everything you've got. Don't worry, I'm immortal, so you can't harm me." She hesitated, still processing the unexpected turn of events. Zeral, not known for patience, let out a hearty scream, "Yes, now! Stand up, soldier! How dare you be weak? Pick up your sword and prepare yourself!"

The princess, propelled by both surprise and excitement, quickly rose to her feet and dashed toward Marko, her trusted trainer. She ordered him to fetch her armor and sword, commanding, "Prepare for training!" Marko, initially stunned by the sudden request, hesitated. However, Zeral intervened with a not-so-subtle threat, "Give her the armor and sword, or I will deal with you myself, and you know no one can punish me for that."

Fearful of the consequences, Marko relented. The onlookers, including soldiers and apprentices, were now on their feet, anticipating the spectacle about to unfold. The training ground buzzed with energy as the battle between Zeral and Princess Donatella loomed on the horizon.

The word spread like wildfire through the training ground as soldiers, apprentices, and curious onlookers gathered to witness the unexpected spectacle. Whispers and hushed conversations filled the air as they questioned each other about what was unfolding before their eyes. The anticipation was palpable, and the atmosphere crackled with curiosity and excitement.

Donatella, resolute and determined, entered the arena clad in her armor, a stark contrast to the princess they were accustomed to. Her decision to face the legendary Zeral in combat puzzled many, and murmurs of doubt rippled through the crowd. Some voiced concerns, questioning how she, even with training, could possibly contend with a being who, in his original form as Sir Adomas, was one of the greatest fighters in Antoryan history.

Zeral, standing confidently in the middle of the arena, wore a smile that hinted at amusement and encouragement. His silver form seemed to gleam in the sunlight, and the air itself seemed to thicken with the weight of the impending battle. It was a clash of generations, a confrontation between a godlike being and a determined princess. As the crowd held their collective breath, the training ground transformed into an arena where the past and present collided, promising a spectacle that would be etched into the memories of all who bore witness.

the end.