Hello everyone!
Over the next four days, I’ll be sharing a series of stories set in the fictional world of Naldoria. Each day, I’ll reveal a different era, filled with mystery and horror. I hope you enjoy this journey through time and shadows as much as I enjoyed creating it.
Let the adventure begin!
The Dawn of Naldoria (Age of the Ancients)
In the early days of Naldoria, the land was shrouded in a perpetual fog that covered mountains, rivers, and forests, leaving its inhabitants in a constant state of twilight. The village of Drezzan, hidden within the Gray Forest, lived in isolation, fearful of the fog that seemed to possess a life of its own. The village elders, who claimed to be the last descendants of a lost civilization, warned the youth about the dangers of listening
Lior, a young hunter, had always been skeptical of the tales told by the elders. One night, while patrolling the outskirts of the village, he heard a whisper unlike any other. It was soft, almost hypnotic, and promised power beyond his understanding. Driven by curiosity, Lior followed the voice deep into the forest. There, the fog swirled in an unnatural manner, revealing an ancient altar co
By touching the altar, Lior released a dark energy that had been sealed for millennia. The whispers turned into screams, and the forest twisted with a life of its own. Shadowy figures emerged from the fog, whispering forbidden secrets in forgotten tongues. Lior tried to flee, but the fog ensnared him, dragging him into an unknown fate. From that night, the village of Drezzan was abandoned, and those who ventured into the Gray Forest never returned.
