The Shadow and the Flame

For twenty years, Kael devoted himself to the blade. Long after the thrill of victory faded and the sting of failure hardened into resolve, he persisted. He trained in solitude atop the cliffs of Eldrin, where the wind howled like a chorus of lost souls. His name became legend, spoken in whispers—a warrior without equal, the Stormblade.

But legends cast shadows, and shadows draw challengers.

One morning, as Kael meditated in the predawn light, a figure approached. The rhythmic crunch of boots on gravel echoed in the stillness. Kael opened his eyes to see a young woman, no more than twenty, standing before him. Her dark hair was tied in a loose braid, her eyes bright with determination. She carried a sword strapped to her back, its hilt gleaming like fire.

“Master Kael,” she said, bowing deeply. “I’ve traveled far to find you. My name is Ryn. I want to learn from you.”

Kael’s expression was unreadable. He rose slowly, his presence towering and imposing. “Go home,” he said flatly.

Ryn didn’t flinch. “I’ve heard the stories. You’re the greatest swordsman alive. If I want to surpass you, I need to learn from you first.”

Her words struck a nerve, but Kael masked it. “Surpass me?” he...