KING VIDAR
"Someone came to see you, old wizard. Who was it?" I insisted, seeking answers in his keen-eyed stare.
"Grandiose king, prince of princes. I've heard your name for so... so long, yet never laid eyes on you," he replied, his words carrying an odd mix of respect and sarcasm.
"Someone came here... Someone wants to unleash your dark magic. Who was it?" I pressed again, wishing to extract the secrets this centenarian being guarded.
The wizard's hands, gnarled and skeletal, bore the scars of countless battles, both magical and physical. Veins protruded like twisted roots, and his fingers ended in sharp, yellowed nails that resembled the talons of some otherworldly creature.
"When the last small peach blossom falls, it signifies that autumn is approaching," he began, h
