Despite their efforts, Hercedera grew increasingly powerful, and Lordea ascended to become the most formidable nation among the top five powerful countries and their kingdoms. The baby, with striking features reminiscent of the western lands, symbolized a tempest from the west and was named Westley. The weight of destiny rested upon his young shoulders, and he stood amidst the grass, his gaze fixed upon a plant whose height reached his stomach.

He cautiously took a step back, mustering the courage to leap over it. "Ahhhhh!!!" he shouted, clutching his knees, frustration evident in his eyes. Looking up, he spotted Waiden James standing there, a stern expression etched upon his face. "Westley, do not lie on the ground," Waiden admonished, his voice filled with a mix of sternness and affection. "As you know, you are destined to be the king of Lordea and must vanquish Meracoras. It is a journey you must undertake, my nephew." Westley replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "I know, Uncle, and I will! But... why must I jump over this seemingly trivial plant?" Waiden's gaze hardened as he retorted, "Trivial?! What? Trivial? This 'trivial' plant has tested your resolve and made you stumble time and time again. Cast aside your pride, for you may be a prince, but never forget that you were nothing without your mother.

When the struggling was on his attempt, In the midst of this struggle, a girl, her innocence a stark contrast to the tumultuous world around her, observed from her hiding place behind a tree. Two piercing blue eyes watched intently as he saw the man infront her. Something stirred within her, and her slender legs began to move, each delicate footfall causing the leaves of the surrounding trees to rustle in response.

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