Elyon Thaloriel

It was a warm and quiet night in Olympia, though the moon was barely peeking through the dense branches of the sacred grove. Elyon, restless and his mind full of thoughts, decided to secretly leave the golden walls of the palace. Silently, he passed through the empty corridors and entered the gloom of the forest, where the vegetation seemed to whisper ancient stories in time with the wind.

He walked among ancient trees and luminous flowers, guided by the soft glow of fireflies and the distant murmur of a brook. Finally, he came to a small, hidden pond, whose waters were so clear and bright that they reflected the stars like a celestial mirror.

With a sigh that released the weight of his thoughts, Elyon shed his embroidered robes and submerged himself in the cool water, letting the crystal-clear liquid envelop him. The chill ran over his skin, renewing his weary spirit, while the stillness of the place seemed to absorb all his worries, for a moment, in a haven of silent peace.