The Forgotten Kingdom

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Deep in the heart of the ancient forests, past the misty mountains and the raging rivers, there lies a kingdom forgotten by time. Once a powerful and prosperous land, now all that remains are crumbling ruins, overgrown by vines and moss. The story of this kingdom has faded into legend, remembered only in whispers by the elders in the villages on the forest's edge. They speak of a time long ago when the old kings held court in halls of stone and the knights guarded the borders with courage and steel. When festivals and feasts were held under the light of the moon and people danced and laughed without care. But that gilded age ended in fire and sorrow, though none now recall how or why.

Jana had grown up hearing the tales. As a young girl she would sit at old Brenna's feet near the fireplace and listen with wide eyes to stories of the mysterious land. Brenna would spin descriptions of high towers peeking above the treetops and empty streets lined with statues of long dead heroes. She told Jana of treasure troves overflowing with diamonds and gems and chambers filled with ancient knowledge and magic. The crone delighted in recounting dreams of discovering the forgotten kingdom, but always reminded the girl that it was merely legend, a fanciful story for children.

But Jana never forgot. While others her age were content staying in the village, Jana's heart yearned for adventure. She would slip off into the woods, searching for some sign of the mythical kingdom's existence. Her parents scolded her for wandering too far and the villagers mocked her fanciful dreams. As Jana grew older, she spoke less and less of the kingdom, though her desire never faded.

On her 18th birthday, after her parents had gone to sleep, Jana packed a satchel of bread and meat. She looked back at her home and the village one last time. A faint light flickered in old Brenna’s cottage and Jana thought she saw a face watching from the window. With a deep breath, the girl turned her back and walked toward the dark forest.

The woods were thick and foreboding. Jana struggled through briars that clawed at her dress and sank into bogs that sucked at her boots. The canopy blocked out any light from the moon and stars. Jana stumbled on, using her hands to feel along the rough bark of trees. Strange sounds echoed around her, growls and shrieks from beasts unseen. The damp chill seeped into her bones, but still, she refused to turn back.

Just as the first light of dawn began to penetrate the gloom, Jana pushed past a dense copse of bushes and found herself standing before a crumbling stone wall, so covered in vines and moss that it was nearly invisible in the shadows. Hope rising in her chest, the girl followed the wall until she came upon an ancient gate, its wood rotted and its hinges rusted. She held her breath and stepped past the threshold, gazing upon the mythical kingdom for the first time.

Her eyes roamed over broken cobblestones and toppled columns. Statues of noble lords and mounted heroes stood sentinel over the abandoned city, their features worn by time. Brambles snaked over the ruins of marble fountains and around empty market stalls. Under the rising sun, the kingdom seemed to glow with an ethereal light, as if the spirits of its people were welcoming Jana home.

Wandering the streets, she peered into cavernous halls, their vaulted ceilings crooked with decay. She traced delicate patterns carved into cracked walls and brushed away the dust covering colorful mosaics. In a central square, she found a dry, crumbling fountain and perched on its edge, watching butterflies dance among the wildflowers pushing up between the stones.

Jana smiled, joy and wonder welling up in her chest. After so many years of dreaming, she had finally found the forgotten kingdom. Here in this ancient, silent city, she felt a sense of peace and belonging that she had never known before.

For weeks, Jana explored the ruins, discovering new delights every day. In the remains of the royal palace, she found a jeweled dagger and a dusty tapestry depicting the coronation of the last king. In a soaring tower, she discovered an observatory still housing astronomical instruments of bronze and silver. Her favorite place was the grand library, its tall shelves leaning haphazardly, filled with thousands of crumbling leather tomes containing tales, songs, and history that the world had long forgotten.

At night she would make a small fire in the library’s giant hearth and read until her eyes grew heavy. Curled up on the rug before the dying embers, she would dream of the days when lords and ladies filled this hall and the sound of laughter echoed up to the painted ceiling.

The weeks turned to months as Jana restored the rooms she had claimed as her own. With a trowel and soft brush she uncovered brilliant mosaics and intricate tilework. She swept out dusty rooms, wiped down grimy windows, and hung fresh wildflowers and herbs to sweeten the air. Her parents and village felt a lifetime away. Here in the ruins, she had found a new home.

But darkness loomed at the kingdom’s border. Reports began to reach Jana's ears, tales carried on the winds whispering through empty streets. Strange creatures had been sighted in the forest, glowing eyes peering from the brush. Traders and hunters spoke of menacing shapes that watched them from the shadows and vanished if pursued. Jana double checked the locks on her doors and windows each night but refused to let fear overtake her. This kingdom was too full of wonder to abandon.

The solstice was approaching, the longest night of the year when magic and new beginnings were said to be strongest. Jana planned to visit the ancient grove on the city's edge and give an offering of flowers and wine to welcome back the sun. But on the morning of the solstice she awoke to find the city covered in a gloomy fog that obscured everything more than a few feet away. Unease prickled at Jana's neck. The world seemed muted and still, as if the kingdom was holding its breath, bracing for something unknown.

Jana gathered her purple blossoms and silver chalice. She set out, winding her way through the familiar streets she could now barely see. The vines and branches that adorned the walls and statues looked like gnarled hands reaching to snatch her in the gloom. The fallen leaves and moss muffled her footsteps completely. Jana glanced over her shoulder, sure she was being watched by some unseen entity. But no one else could be lurking in this forgotten place, could they?

The grove stood at the top of a hill on the city’s edge, overlooking the shadowy forest. Jana hurried toward the crest, eager to complete the ritual and return home. But as she passed through the trees, she realized with dread that someone had reached the grove before her. Seven hooded figures stood in a circle around the stone altar. Their shadowed faces turned to Jana as one and she saw a flash of pointed teeth from within their cowls.

Jana turned to run but her escape was cut off by a beast that seemed to form from the darkness itself, all writhing shadows and burning eyes. It snarled at Jana, backing her toward the circle of strangers. Fear rising in a cold wave, Jana threw her offerings to the ground and raised her hands in surrender. The tallest figure lowered his hood and smiled at Jana with a look far colder than the midwinter night.

"A child of the forest," the man mused, "how lucky we are. Your pure blood will feed the magic and help us reclaim our kingdom."

Jana's stomach turned to ice. The kingdom had not been as forgotten as she believed. She had awoken something shadowy, something ancient. Now it had her trapped in its snare.

The man took a silver blade from his flowing robes. As he began to chant in a harsh, guttural language, the other figures swayed hypnotically and the circling beast let out a bone-chilling howl. Jana screamed and tried to run, but her limbs were frozen in place by primal fear. The man grabbed her roughly and dragged her toward the altar’s smooth stone.

Jana thrashed and cried for help, though she knew none would come. She was alone, about to be sacrificed by men who should only exist in legend. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at the night sky one last time.

Suddenly, a bright flash split the darkness, followed by a crack like thunder. A fiery golden sphere hurtled from the stars and crashed in the grove just paces from the altar. The impact tossed Jana roughly to the ground and threw her captors into the underbrush. Dazed, she lifted her head and saw a smoking crater, at its center a glowing object no bigger than her fist.

The object flared brighter, enveloping the grove in searing radiance. The cultists shrieked and dissolved into oily smoke before Jana’s eyes. When the light receded, only the girl and the beast crouching nearby remained.

Heart pounding, Jana crept to the edge of the crater. The object's glow had dimmed, revealing it to be a crystalline orb shimmering with supple rainbow light. As Jana reached for it, the orb twitched and rolled right into her palm, as if choosing her. A satisfying hum filled Jana’s mind, like the approving purr of a great beast. She smiled. Whatever this gift from above was, she knew they were bound together now.

A rasping cough jerked Jana's attention back to the shadowy monster, still hunkered at the grove’s edge. She clutched the orb close, afraid the beast would attack while she was dazed. But the creature just watched her forlornly with its flame-blue eyes. It let out a rumbling groan and dissolved into the fog.

Jana rose on shaking legs, orb in hand. The night no longer seemed ominous but welcoming and full of possibility. She was once again alone in her forgotten kingdom, but now she knew she could survive and flourish here. Strengthened by her strange encounter, Jana laughed aloud. She had many more adventures ahead of her, and with her magical orb as companion, she would unlock all the mysteries this land still held.

Jana walked from the grove aglow with magic and wonder. The forgotten kingdom had truly become home, and her story there had just begun.

Jana spent many happy years in the forgotten kingdom, exploring its ancient mysteries and restoring its crumbling grandeur. With the glowing orb always by her side, she deciphered ancient texts in the library and revived the lush gardens and stately rooms of the palace. She ventured deep into vaults and catacombs, unearthing relics and artifacts that taught her about the kingdom's rich history and magical heritage.

Though mostly isolated in her new home, Jana occasionally encountered kind travelers who were drawn to the light now emanating from the ruins. She welcomed these visitors and traded herbs, gems, and artifacts from the kingdom for goods from the outside world. Though she was tempted to tell her tales, she kept the magical orb a cherished secret.

As seasons passed, Jana grew from a girl into a wise woman whom the forest creatures sought out for healing and guidance. She became known as a guardian of the kingdom, and kept it safe from those with dark intent. Folk again traveled to the ruins, bringing life and joy back to its abandoned avenues.

On summer nights, Jana would sit beneath the stars, her old companion Brenna at her side, and tell stories of her adventures. And when she grew tired, she would retire to a tower room overlooking her domain. There she would gaze out at the crumbling buildings she had restored to splendor and the trees glinting with fireflies. Her orb would send happy pulses of light into the dark, signaling that all was well.

Jana's heart would swell with joy and gratitude, thankful that she had dared to seek out her forgotten kingdom and awaken its magic once more. This ruin had gifted her a home, a purpose, and a life more fulfilling than any she could have dreamed. Now she looked forward to many more years tending this land, the kingdom and the guardian bound together, their fates intertwined for all time.

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I loved your story and everything about it is magical @cojonac97 . It's fiction that gradually appears in every scene....
One suggestion: next story to be 1000 words max. Check this link, there are the rules of the community, which can be useful for future stories:https://peakd.com/hive-170798/@theinkwell/the-ink-well-fiction-prompt-128-plus-weekly-challenge-and-prize-announcement