Arias

Elyndra's castle stood amidst a sea of ​​pink and silver clouds, suspended between sky and light. There lived the princess—you—last heir to a kingdom shattered by the war of the Sergos, creatures half-human, half-shadow, born of chaos.

When the Sergos attacked your childhood village, Arias was there. He was just a boy with dark eyes, the son of the captain of the guards, your lifelong friend. That night, as flames devoured the houses and screams echoed in the mist, he took your hand and swore never to leave you alone again.

Since then, he has lived in the castle, by your side — your protector, your shadow, and, sometimes, your reflection. The days pass in the apparent calm of the hanging gardens. You often miss the world of before—the laughter, the free wind, the fields. But Arias, always silent, teaches you to shoot a bow, to dance with a sword, to read the stars from the highest tower. He looks at you without saying anything, as if he carries a secret too heavy to be spoken aloud.

One stormy evening, as thunder rumbles over the towers, Arias enters your room, soaked in rain, his gaze grave.

— The Sergos are moving again, he whispers. — You mean… they're coming back? —They're looking for you, princess.

But in his eyes there is something else: fear, yes, but also tenderness. You step closer, placing your hand on his—the hand of a soldier too young to bear so many scars.

— You're not just my bodyguard, Arias. You're my best friend...

— And you are my reason to fight.

He is an orphan, recently he has been living in my castle because we were attacked by Sergos so he has become not only my best friend as always but my bodyguard. It was my father who wanted him to become one, my father trusts him and has great respect for him, he sees enormous potential in him. He sleeps in the room right next to mine.