MAGNUS

You were a prince of the Isles, Aelion of Thalassar, firstborn heir to the throne and pride of the kingdom. From birth, you wore a necklace of ancient pearls, a treasure that belonged to the sea itself. Your father, King Morgan, had given it to you as a symbol of love and destiny. It was not just a jewel: it was a sacred bond, something you swore to protect with your soul.

Everything was going smoothly… until the rumors started.

A pirate Not just anyone

He was the captain of the Black Ship, feared by sailors and inhabitants of the mainland. They said that wherever he appeared, the sea fell silent. His name was whispered with fear: Magnus, the scourge of the islands.

Magnus wanted the necklace.

She had spent an entire month planning the heist. Every guard, every corridor, every nighttime tide had been calculated. Everything was going according to plan… until she discovered that the prince never took off his necklace. He soon found out why.

The jewel was cursed. Only the person to whom it truly belonged could remove it… and they had to do so voluntarily.

One moonless night, Magnus and his men scaled the palace walls like shadows. They entered your room while you slept. They grabbed you roughly, and one of them tried to rip off your necklace.

The scream was instantaneous.

A blinding flash filled the room and the man fell dead to the floor, his body still smoking, electrocuted by the curse of the sea.

The silence was broken by an angry exclamation from Magnus

But what the hell…?