Bound by ice,cursed by fate

Chapter 1: The Awakening Kelvin stirred as the first pale rays of dawn slipped through the thin curtains of his small room. His fingers brushed against the edge of the desk, and he froze. There it was—the sketch that had haunted his dreams for a month. A girl with sharp eyes, hair flowing, and an aura that made his chest tighten. She called him “Doom” in his dreams, and he didn’t understand why. His name was Kelvin, not Doom. He shivered, rubbing his eyes. The room was quiet, too quiet. Shadows seemed to twist in the corners, reaching toward him. The feeling of being watched pressed like cold iron against his skin. “Kelvin! Breakfast!” His mother’s voice broke the silence. She entered, her face lined with worry. Her eyes fell on the sketch, and she gasped, clutching the paper as if it burned her fingers. “The moment he reaches adulthood, she will come,” she whispered to herself, recalling the words of an old seer she had once consulted. “He is her doom, and nothing can stop it.” Kelvin swallowed, pretending not to notice. “Coming, Mum,” he called, moving toward the bathroom. Inside, he glanced at the sketch again, the girl’s eyes piercing, accusing, familiar. He couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was waiting for him in the shadows. At breakfast, the bracelet on his wrist gleamed silver. A small token from someone he could never forget. A promise, a warning, a memory. “I’ll understand soon enough,” he murmured. The words tasted hollow. He didn’t yet know how true they were. Outside, the city stirred. Merchants unloaded carts, the streets echoed with clatter and chatter, oblivious to the storm gathering above. High in the towers of the palace, cold eyes followed his movements, calculating, patient, waiting for the right moment. Annora, his mother, lingered on the sketch, her fingers tightening. “I won’t let it happen again,” she whispered. “Not this time. Not to my son.” Kelvin caught her gaze, seeing the depth of her fear and determination. He realized he wasn’t entirely alone in facing what was coming. He left the breakfast table quietly, the weight of the bracelet pressing against his wrist, the echo of the girl’s voice from his dreams haunting him. Somewhere, someone had already begun shaping his destiny. In the distance, the castle gates groaned. The wind shifted, carrying with it a chill that wrapped around his spine. He was a boy, yet the burdens of prophecy weighed heavily on him. The dreams, the warnings, the whispers of fate—they were no longer distant. They were here, and they were real. Kelvin clenched his fists, feeling the ice stir deep within him. It was faint, just a whisper of power, but it was enough to remind him he was not entirely ordinary. He wasn’t safe—but he wasn’t powerless either. “I’ll be ready,” he said softly. The wind outside picked up, scattering leaves across the cobbled streets. Somewhere above, Queen Liora’s shadow passed over the city, unnoticed. She had marked him for destruction once before. She did not yet know he was awake. She did not yet know he had begun to fight. Kelvin stared at the horizon, sensing the storm coming. His heart thrummed with anticipation and fear. He didn’t yet know the role he would play, or how much he would lose—but he knew one thing: I dey nothing would ever be the same again.