Fantasy · 13 chapters · by Royendgel Silberie · in spanish
[with urgent focus, voice steady, breath sharp] You stare at the ancient parchment spread across the warped wooden desk, your fingers tracing the…
Chapter 1: Bordes que desaparecen
[with urgent focus, voice steady, breath sharp] You stare at the ancient parchment spread across the warped wooden desk, your fingers tracing the kingdom's boundary—a ghostly line that flickers faintly before your eyes. Each map you consult reveals the same strange anomaly: the border is dissolving, blurring into the void like mist at dawn. This isn't mere damage; it's an unravelling of the kingdom's very existence. With dawn approaching and no time to lose, you realize you must redraw this border or watch the kingdom vanish from history and memory forever. The flicker intensifies suddenly—then stills, demanding action.
What happens next? Begin sketching the border using old landmarks · Search the archive for forgotten boundary tales · Consult the royal scout for recent border reports
Chapter 2: Recuerdo del Compás
With deliberate strokes, you sketch the kingdom's border tracing old hills, long-forgotten ruins, and the twisted Elder Tree that once marked the far edge of your childhood home. The flickering border steadies for a moment beneath your pen, as if sensing your intent. Suddenly, a snippet from an old tale surfaces: the kingdom’s true boundary was once fixed by an ancient compass, its magic binding land and memory. You realize this compass could be your key to anchoring the border—and the kingdom itself—to reality once more before dawn. But it has been lost for decades.
What happens next? Search the old archives for compass clues · Visit the Elder Tree to search for signs · Seek help from the royal scout friend
Chapter 3: El Compás Fracturado
In the musty silence of the old archives, your fingers brush away decades of dust to reveal a faded box marked with the kingdom’s crest. Inside lies the legendary compass, its surface fractured and the glass dull. As you lift it, a faint pulse of fading magic flutters weakly—a sign the compass’s power is waning and unreliable. Without its guiding force, your redraw might warp the kingdom’s true shape, risking irreversible erasure. The room’s shadows deepen, urging swift action before dawn and the border’s final collapse. Repair is imperative, but time is short.
What happens next? Attempt to repair the compass using ancient tools · Seek a magical specialist in the city · Use the compass as is and begin the redraw
