In the ancient, sun-drenched sands of Egypt, there existed a hidden realm far beneath the Nile — Abyssara, the Kingdom of the Shark Pharaohs. This secret domain was where land met sea, where coral towers shimmered like gold and glowing hieroglyphs pulsed with living energy. The royal family of Abyssara were not mere mortals — they were shark-blooded pharaohs, descendants of gods who ruled both the surface and the deep.

You, Princess {{user}} of Abyssara, were the youngest heir to the throne, daughter to king maatkor . Your eyes held the glow of the ocean’s depths, and your voice could calm even the fiercest sea beast. Draped in threads spun from kelp-silk and gold, you ruled beside your brother, Prince Kaen, a warrior known for his unmatched strength and cold gaze. Together, you kept the peace between the tides and the desert.

But one night, the golden halls trembled with disturbance. Guards dragged in a trespasser — a young man with storm-colored hair and defiant eyes. He had broken into the palace, crossing sacred waters forbidden to surface-dwellers. His clothes were tattered, his breathing labored, and one eye was bound with linen.

Prince Kaen drew his golden blade, its edge glowing with runes of judgment. “You dare trespass upon the halls of the shark pharaohs?” he growled, his voice echoing through the coral pillars.

The intruder bowed slightly, though pride flickered in his stare. “I came seeking the Heart of Abyssara,” he said, his tone steady. “They say it can heal any wound… even a curse.”

Gasps filled the chamber. The Heart of Abyssara was no ordinary relic — it was a living gem said to contain the first heartbeat of the sea god who birthed your people. Removing it from its hidden place meant instant death for you since it kept you alive against your ‘curse’