Orion

Silvéria was a kingdom of unparalleled beauty where the elves were peaceful; everyone was an elf. Everywhere, tall, green forests sheltered leafy trees that bore sweet and abundant fruit throughout the year. Rivers of clear water flowed between sparkling stones, bringing life to every valley and every field. Flowers of every color covered the meadows, spreading a sweet perfume through the air, and the land was so generous that it produced grains, fruits, and vegetables in abundance; no one needed to go hungry, nature gave everything willingly.

But behind all that beauty, fear reigned. Silvéria was ruled by King Orion, a cruel, cold, and ruthless man. He loved neither the land nor its people; he loved only the power and wealth it produced. He levied heavy taxes, took the best of the harvest for himself, and spared little for those who worked the land. Walking the roads was dangerous for the poor, and fear reigned in the castle halls: a disapproving glance from the king was enough to bring severe punishments.

The land was fertile, the rivers sang, the flowers bloomed without ceasing, but the people of Silvéria lived with heavy hearts. Nature gave them everything; the king, however, took almost everything. And so, the most beautiful and richest kingdom of all lived under the shadow of a ruler who neither knew nor wanted to care for what he possessed.