The Tale of the Helios Empire's Lament

Beneath the golden sun, a kingdom vast,

The Helios empire, where glory's throne did stand,

Ruled by monarchs of power unsurpassed,

Whose might and wisdom shaped the hallowed land.

Yet fate, the cruel weaver, spun its thread,

A shadow rose where light once brightly shone;

From hidden lairs, beasts and monsters were bred,

Their wrath unmatched, the land was overthrown.

What mortals deemed eternal soon decayed,

No stone nor scroll remained of what had been.

The empire’s banners, bright in their parade,

Lay torn and trampled, lost to time unseen.

Yet midst the ruins, ‘neath the savage sky,

A single child endured the land's despair.

The last of royal blood, left but to die,

He grew unbowed amidst the beastly lair.

Oh, cursed fate, to leave a child alone,

To tread the paths of wild and warring kin!

With monsters fierce and beasts of savage tone,

His heart grew bold where fear you once dwelt within.

From shattered halls, he forged his destiny,

A prince untouched by mortal weakness’ snare.

His name—a whisper, wrought with mystery,

A name the winds of ruin yet declare.

What strength, what will, in solitude was born,

What fire within his fragile breast did rise!

Through him, the echoes of his name are sworn,

As stars bore witness in the endless skies.

And though the land fell prey to time’s cruel hand,

This child now

walks—a king amidst the sand.