Chapter 1: NOEL
The crackling of a fireplace filled the small wooden cottage with warmth as a gentle voice read aloud, weaving magic through the dimly lit room.
"And so, the hero stood tall, sword gleaming under the blood-red sky, facing the Evil King with unwavering determination. With one final strike, he banished the darkness, saving the kingdom once more!"
Little Noel's eyes sparkled with excitement, his small hands clutching the edge of his blanket. He was no older than six, yet every word from his mother's lips set his heart ablaze with dreams.
"Mother, I want to be a hero too!" Noel declared, his voice brimming with innocence and hope.
His mother, Natashia, chuckled softly, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear. She gazed down at her son with warmth in her eyes, but there was something else—something deeper, like a sadness she dared not speak of.
"A hero's path is filled with hardship, my love," she whispered, placing a gentle hand on his head. "But if you truly wish for it… then one day, you'll shine brighter than anyone."
And with that, Noel's fate was sealed.
Years Later…
The sound of clashing steel and desperate screams filled the battlefield. The sky was painted with smoke and ash as monstrous creatures rampaged through the town.
"Get the villagers to safety! I'll hold them off!" A commanding voice roared above the chaos.
At the heart of the battle stood a lone warrior, his silver armor stained with blood, his dark cape fluttering against the howling wind. Noel, now in his late teens, gripped his blade tightly, his golden eyes burning with resolve.
A massive beast lunged at him—fangs bared, claws glistening with fresh blood. In a flash, Noel dodged, his movements swift and precise. With a single, well-placed strike, he severed the creature's head from its body, its lifeless form crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.
The remaining monsters hesitated, sensing the aura of a warrior who had conquered death countless times.
"He did it! Lord Noel has slain the beasts!"
Cheers erupted from the surviving villagers, their tear-filled eyes fixed on their savior. Noel exhaled, lowering his blade, his body heavy with exhaustion. But there was no time to rest—there never was.
This was only one of his many battles.
He had once saved the king from assassination, thwarting a deadly conspiracy with nothing but his wit and sword. He had defended entire towns from monstrous invasions, his name becoming a beacon of hope in a world teetering on the edge of despair.
People called him a hero.
Even though he doesn't have any aura yet his talent for the sword and his techniques he hone through his battle and his master advices.
And yet, the kingdom was about to face its greatest nightmare.
Inside the grand castle, the royal court was in chaos. The air was thick with fear as the king sat upon his throne, his hands trembling.
"The seal… It's been broken," an elder sorcerer stammered. "The DEMON LORD … has awakened."
A suffocating silence followed.
Gasps filled the room. The ancient summoning ritual, a desperate measure only used in times of unparalleled crisis. Heroes from another world, chosen to save this land from destruction.
The court room was filled of chaos and fear
What.. what are we going to do we don't have any hero anymore.
The other man said . We have the round table they can protect us
And the other man replied ha! Protect us they are only 5 star knights other kingdoms have grandmaster swordsman and yet even a master swordsman we don't have anyone at that caliber even if we have a 6 circle mage he won't stand the strength of the demon lord
The king was thinking while the nobles are panicking and shouting
The king hesitated but knew there was no other choice.He will save the lives of many even if it means sacrificing the lives of others
"Prepare the summoning," he commanded.
After the summoning circle is complete
The king called every noble to see and greet the heroes
Mages active the summoning portal
Magic surged through the throne room as a massive magic circle formed beneath them. The walls trembled, the very air crackling with power.
And then—light.
Blinding, overwhelming light engulfed the chamber.
The heroes had
arrived.
And Noel… stood in the shadows, watching.
He had done much to be called a hero
He reject knight hood he walk different a different path to his father's but here he is he was snubbed ..
To be continued.