(The Palace)
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Time did not slow for the sons of fate.

The empire was vast filled with kingdoms and warriors, kings and traitors, gods and monsters.

But there were three names that would shape history before they even came of age.

Three boys.
Three destinies.
Three paths that would one day collide.

But before they became legends.....They were only children learning how to Survive.

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> Golden Prince

The palace shone with endless light its grand halls reflecting the brilliance of the twin moons overhead.

The air was filled with the fragrance of blooming roses and the soft murmur of servants attending to their duties.

(With golden eyes)

Prince Taehyung was often found wandering the gardens lost in thoughts deeper than most his age could fanthom.

Today.... however, was different.

The sun had barely risen and Taehyung found himself in the training yard the crisp morning air swirling around him.

He stood before his tutor, an aged knight named Sir Alaric, who was known for his wisdom and fierce loyalty to the crown.

"Your Highness" Sir Alaric began his voice deep and resonant "What is the first law of the empire?"

Taehyung stood tall a frown of concentration etched on his youthful face. "Power rules all" he state his voice clear and steady.

Sir Alaric nodded pride glimmering in his eyes. "And the second?"

Taehyung's gaze darkened slightly. "No ruler stands alone."

"Good. You grasp the essence of kingship." Sir Alaric stepped closer placing a hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "But remember while power can be taken....it can also be given. Choose your allies wisely."

Taehyung looked up his golden eyes shining with determination. "I will! Sir. I promise."

As they continued their training Taehyung felt a weight upon him.....a feeling that shadowed his thoughts.

His brother V - the shadow prince was often distant and Taehyung could sense a storm brewing between them, one that would one day erupt into something far greater than mere sibling rivalry.

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>The Shadowborn

In stark contrast to Taehyung's golden light, V grew up enveloped in darkness.

His days were spent in silence where the whispers of the palace spoke of curses and shadows.

V understood what the kingdom thought of him how they shied away from his presence and whispered behind closed doors.

But he had long since accepted the solitude.

At the training grounds he trained under the watchful eye of Master Kalen, a grizzled warrior with scars that told tales of countless battles.

"Again" Master Kalen commanded his voice harsh as the wind howled around them.

V stood barefoot on the dirt his small body trembling with the effort as he lunged forward wooden dagger in hand.

He struck the target with precision, his movements was fluid yet filled with an intensity that spoke of his internal struggle.

"Good" Master Kalen said crossing his arms. "But you still hesitate. Why?"

V lowered his weapon, glancing up. "I cannot afford mistakes."

"Neither can a king" Master Kalen replied his tone softening. "But a king must also learn to trust. You must find balance."

V's black eyes flickered with defiance. "Trust is a weakness. I need no one."

The older man shook his head, a sad smile playing on his lips. "We all need someone, V. Even the strongest warriors rely on their comrades."

With that V resumed his trainingbpushing his body to the limit. But deep within him the words lingered.

There was something about the notion of camaraderie that gnawed at his heart, an echo of longing that whispered through the shadows.

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>The Stormborn

Far from the splendor of the palace Jeon Jungkook thrived in the rugged training grounds of the warrior clan.

His father Jeon Hwan, was a renowned fighter respected among the fiercest warriors of the empire.

(Stormy grey eyes)

Jungkook, barely six years old stood toe-to-toe with older boys determination etched into every feature of his face.
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"Come on! Is that all you got?" he taunted his voice bold as he charged forward.

His father watched with pride arms crossed, as his son dodged a strike and countered with a swift jab to his opponent's ribs.

"Good, Jungkook! But remember! speed and agility matter more than brute strength" Hwan called out his voice ringing with authority.

Jungkook grinned wiping the sweat from his brow. "I know, Dad! I'll get faster!"

With a fierce determination, Jungkook lunged forward again only to be knocked down by an older boy. The impact knocked the wind from him but he sprang back to his feet.

"Is that how warriors fight?" Hwan barked, stepping forward. "Get back up! You're not a child anymore!"

Jungkook gritted his teeth rising from the ground. "I'm not done yet!"

The warriors around them chuckled impressed by the boy's spirit. "He has fire in him" one of them remarked. "That boy will be a legend one day."

"Mark my words, he won't stop until he's the best" Hwan replied pride swelling in his chest.

With that Jungkook charged again and the training continued echoing with laughter and shouts. In the midst of it all Jungkook found solace.

Here, he was not just Jeon Hwan's son he was a warrior in training determined to prove his worth.

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As the seasons turned.... the paths of Taehyung, V and Jungkook began to intertwine unknown to them.

Taehyung would sit in the palace gazing at the horizon wondering about the world beyond the walls.

V would stand in the shadows sharpening his skills, yearning for connection but fearing the darkness that surrounded him.

Jungkook would charge forward fueled by ambition unaware that his fate would soon draw him into the heart of the empire.

The empire whispered of a future that could not be avoided.

As Taehyung prepared to become a ruler, V mastered the art of shadows and Jungkook honed his skills..... each boys unknowingly moved closer to one another.

Because when the golden prince, the shadowborn and the stormbreaker finally meet

History itself would tremble.
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