Caspian Fontaine
Your father is dying.
The revelation hit me like a tidal wave, a force that threatened to drown me in disbelief and sorrow. My father, the pillar of strength of our Kingdom, was fading away. His life force was slipping through the hourglass, and I stood there, frozen, as my uncle's words echoed in my ears like a haunting melody.
Uncle Callorus, adorned in his resplendent Atlantean armor, stood before me. The cerulean hues of his scales shimmered in the ambient light, opposing the gravity of the news he had just delivered. Around us, Atlantean soldiers, stoic and disciplined, formed a protective perimeter. The Moonlit Academy's fake beach seemed incongruous with the weight of the revelation.
The air was charged with a blend of salt and urgency as the portal to the true
