Firelord
The path wove deeper through the forest beckoning Sir Galaheart further into the flickering shadows. A voice spoke out in the dimming gloom.
“My son, you have returned to this land of Torot, to discover its hidden secrets. You must seek out the sacred Firestone and return it to the Dragon’s safekeeping.”
Galaheart trembled with fear as he recalled how the Evil Queen had seized the Firestone and used its power to curse the land with fire and ghostly apparitions who drifted the streets in ghastly imitation of the once happy inhabitans. At one time the people had roamed freely but now they cowered in their homes. Her price for the release of the Stone was for some brave warrior to win for her the four charms of eternal youth. The brave knight sank to his knees overpowered by fear and foreboding.
“Fear not,” said the voice, “for the answer lies within the kingdom. Use the enchanted crystals and fall not.”
Sir Galaheart was alone. A feeling of mystery filled the forest. The very air breathed the secrets of this haunted land.
Publisher: Hewson Consultants
Year: 1986
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