I was just a simple blacksmith in the quiet village of Eldrin, far from the grand battles of the Splinterlands. Our days were filled with hammering steel, repairing tools, and trading with passing travelers. That was before the sky tore open.
It began as a whisper in the wind—an unnatural hum that sent shivers down my spine. Then, a crack of violet lightning split the heavens, and the air itself seemed to burn. From the rift above, figures emerged—beasts of shadow and warriors of light, locked in a battle that our mortal eyes were never meant to witness.
The Invasion
The first to descend was a knight clad in radiant silver armor, wings of pure energy unfurling behind him. He carried a spear that hummed with celestial power, and his very presence pushed back the darkness. We later learned his name—Sir Vaelen, the Guardian of the Rift.
But his enemy followed quickly—a horror of twisted shadows, its form shifting like a living nightmare. It had no face, only a swirling abyss of black and violet flames. This was the Riftborn Horror, a creature whispered about in ancient legends, said to feed on worlds forgotten by time.
With a deafening roar, they clashed.
The Battle of Eldrin
The sky above our village became a battlefield. Vaelen’s spear ignited the air, striking with the force of a falling star, while the Horror's claws ripped through reality itself. Every blow sent shockwaves that shattered windows and splintered trees.
We were powerless, ants beneath titans. Some villagers ran; others knelt in prayer. But I—perhaps foolishly—grabbed my hammer. If this battle was to decide our fate, I would not cower.
As I sprinted to the village square, a smaller figure emerged from the rift. A mage, draped in robes of twilight, landed beside me. Her eyes glowed with knowledge beyond mortal understanding.
“You are brave, smith,” she said, “but bravery alone will not win this war.”
She handed me a shard of glowing crystal. “Strike the bell tower with this.”
With no time to question, I ran. The moment my hammer struck the bell with the crystal, a blinding light erupted, forming a barrier around our village. The Riftborn Horror shrieked, its dark tendrils recoiling.
Vaelen seized the moment. His spear found its mark, piercing through the Horror’s form. A final, ear-splitting howl filled the sky before the beast was dragged back into the void.
The Aftermath
The sky closed, the rift sealing as if it had never been there. The battle was over.
Vaelen turned to us, his armor cracked but his eyes calm. “You have aided in a war far greater than you know,” he said. “The Splinterlands will not forget your courage.”
With that, he vanished.
And we—the simple folk of Eldrin—became the village that once stood between light and darkness.
Would you have stood and fought, or would you have run? The Splinterlands is vast, and its wars touch all, whether we choose them or not.
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