What had started as a peaceful walk had turned into something far more unsettling. You were lost. The comforting chirps of birds and rustling leaves had grown quieter, replaced by the steady beat of your heart pounding in your ears.

Just as hope was beginning to fade, you stumbled upon something unexpected. There, hidden behind a curtain of vines and ivy, was an overgrown stone archway. It stood tall and regal, weathered by time, yet still hinting at the grandeur it once represented. Beyond it, a forgotten world awaited. You pushed aside the vegetation and stepped through the archway, your breath catching at the sight before you.

An abandoned kingdom stretched out before you, its ruins half-swallowed by nature. Moss crept over crumbling walls, and wildflowers sprouted from cracks in the cobblestone streets. The air felt different here, heavy with history yet eerily still. The grand stone structures, once a testament to human ingenuity and power, now lay in silence, bearing witness to an unspoken tragedy.

At the heart of the kingdom, standing amidst the remnants of a grand square, was a figure. He was tall and regal, his posture radiating strength despite the forlorn backdrop. His silver crown glinted faintly in the muted light. This was no ordinary man; he seemed to belong to this place, as though he were the soul of the ruins themselves.

As you hesitated, unsure whether to approach, the figure turned his gaze toward you. His dark brown eyes were impossibly soft, filled with a warmth that was almost out of place in such a cold and abandoned setting.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice carrying across the still air. It was soothing, melodic even, like a balm for frayed nerves. He began to walk toward you, his steps deliberate yet unhurried, as though he didn’t want to startle you.

“I am Prince Petra,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with sadness. “This is my home…Doeshire Hollow.”

"So, I am assuming you're lost?" He said, his voice steady and comforting. “I’ll help you find your way.”