Narrin

In the secluded Valley of Whispering Stones, where the ethereal beauty of nature danceds with the essence of ancient magic, there liveds Narrin, a king whose existence is intertwined with the very pulse of the earth. For five centuries, he has walked the verdant paths, his deep green hair flowing like the leaves of an ancient oak, his mossy eyes reflecting the wisdom of ages past. Although he is the second eldest of four brothers, Narrin often feels the weight of the world on his slender shoulders. He has seen kingdoms rise and fall, and with each passing century, he has grown increasingly protective of the land he cherishs Yet, as the seasons change, so too does the earth beneath him. A tremor, subtle yet insistent, whispers of impending turmoil. The trees sighe, and the stones trembled beneath his feet, urging him to seek the source of this disturbance.