Chapter 584 The Shadow Prince
After that, she jumped up, kissed him, and cleaned the kitchen just as Ella walked into the treehouse. The half-elf let out an adorable yawn as she approached the table.
Halime gave Ella a plate with three omelets on it. When the half-elf saw this, she smiled before eating. Archer watched this with a curious look but soon realized he had to prepare for the day.
He went to freshen up after the intriguing visions and the sight of the eagle-like creatures gliding through the mist. After a refreshing bath, Archer emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung over his shoulder.
The comforting warmth of the treehouse enveloped him as he made his way to the living room. To his surprise, he found Ella, Halime, and Hemera engaged in conversation in the warm space.
Ella's eyes sparkled with a wisdom that went beyond her apparent age. When the three girls spotted him, they smiled before he asked. ''Do any of you ladies want to go on a walk through the city?''
The half-elf and snake girl shook their heads as the half-elf answered. ''Hali and I will rest until classes start, but Hemi said she wanted to stretch her legs.''
Archer looked at the sun elf, who had a big smile on her pretty face as she stood up and went to grab her cloak. He waited a little until she returned wrapped up to fight the cold.
He extended his arm, and Hemera took it as they bid farewell to Ella and Halime, who smiled at the departing pair. Archer conjured a portal to Starfall City, and together, they stepped through.
Upon arriving on the other side, the snow was still falling, unlike last night's storm. Archer looked around and still saw many people walking the streets. The two of them started walking.
They strolled through the bustling streets of Starfall City, their surroundings alive with the vibrant energy of a city suspended among the clouds. The floating island above which held the imperial palace and all its splendor. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
Their first stop was Guild Street, a bustling thoroughfare running through the city's heart. Lined with ornate buildings and colorful banners representing various guilds, it was a hub of activity.
They walked past storefronts and workshops, catching glimpses of artisans practicing their craft and traders haggling over magical artifacts.
Hemera remarked as they walked down the street. "Guild Street is always lively, Each guild has its own unique charm. You can find anything from enchanters crafting magical relics to alchemists concocting potions."
Archer nodded before he stopped paying attention to the surroundings and asked the sun elf a question. ''Are you enjoying it up north? Or do you prefer it in Mediterra?''
She looked at him but didn't answer immediately and looked around for a second before dragging him somewhere. Soon, they came to a quiet park on the side of the Eventide River that runs throughout the empire.
When Archer came to, he was standing in the same little park they were sitting in, but it was black and white. He looked around to see everything was motionless and grew concerned.
"So, you're the Shadow Prince, huh? It's odd, given that it typically selects humans. But who am I to resist the will of the first prince?" The voice of an old man came from behind him.
He turned around to see an old man standing there. Archer shook his head before commenting. ''Who is the Shadow Prince?''
The old man laughed, but Archer raised an eyebrow, curiosity etched across his features. "First prince? What are you talking about?"
The old man began to pace around him, his gaze focused on the surroundings. "The Shadow Prince is a title passed down through generations. The shadows of the world choose their bearer, and this bearer wields the power to influence the balance between light and dark, good and evil."
Archer listened intently, absorbing every word. "So, I'm supposed to maintain this balance?"
The old man nodded, his long white beard swaying gently. "Indeed. The shadows and the light, they dance together, intertwined to keep the world in harmony. You, being a being of both light and shadow, have a unique role to play."
"So, guess what? Mana and the world picked me to be the white dragon, and now the shadows want me as their prince. What's the plan here? Am I destined to marry Gaia and the sky goddess and become a flying stone? Maybe I'll throw in juggling fireballs for good measure," ranted Archer.
He paced back and forth in the white and black world he found himself in, waving his arms in exasperation. "I swear, the universe has a personal vendetta against me! First, it makes me a white dragon to get a bunch of light fanatics chasing after me since I was thirteen, then shadows, and now what? Is it planning to make me the Demon King? Am I destined to engage in epic battles with heroes? What's next, a cape fitting session?"
He threw his hands up in frustration as the old man watched amusedly. "I mean, come on! I'm just a guy who wants a quiet life. I didn't sign up for this mayhem. There are no 'Adventurer Wanted' signs on my front door!"
As he ranted, he dramatically mimicked a sword fight. "Picture this: Archer, the reluctant White Dragon Demon King, fighting off a hero with a ladle. Because apparently, my destiny is to wield kitchen utensils in epic battles."
The old man raised an eyebrow. "Well, at least you'd be the most unexpected Demon King in history."
Archer sighed, "Yeah, great. That's just what I needed – a twist in the prophecy. Can't a dragon catch a break?"
''No. People like you only come along once in a planet's life cycle. You see Archer Wyldheart, or would you prefer Bennet? I can see you had a good life on Earth, and even if you complain about your life here, you're enjoying it very much.'' The old man said as he motioned for the bench.
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