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[Art] It's that one fun project but time for class, Zhaka, The Fiery One
Zhaka the Fiery One was born and raised beneath the rule of a tyrant. From the day he could remember, chains had been a part of his life. They bound his hands, restricted his movements, and served as a constant reminder that freedom was something forbidden. The rulers believed fear and suffering would keep people obedient, and for years they were right.
But Zhaka endured.
The chains that weighed him down hardened his body and strengthened his will. Every day of pain became fuel for the fire growing inside him. He waited, endured, and survived, carrying his hatred for the tyranny that had stolen his life.
When the moment finally came, Zhaka fought back.
Using the very chain that had strangled him throughout his life, he turned his oppression into a weapon. The iron links lashed through the air with deadly force. Fire erupted around him as his fury was unleashed. Guards fell before him, unable to stop the prisoner they had spent years tormenting.
At the heart of the prison stood the warden, the symbol of everything Zhaka despised. Their battle was fierce, but the outcome was inevitable. The warden was defeated, brought down by the chain that had once been used to control another man's life.
Standing victorious, Zhaka took the warden's outfit for himself. It was not a trophy but a reminder that power could be broken.
Then he turned his gaze toward the capital.
Fire consumed the city as he passed through it. Flames rose into the night sky, devouring the symbols of the regime that had ruled through cruelty and fear. The capital burned behind him while he fled far away from civilization, leaving everything he had ever known in ashes.
For the first time in his life, there were no chains around him.
Yet freedom came at a cost.
Exhausted from battle, rage, and endless travel, Zhaka pushed himself beyond his limits. His body could no longer carry him. Deep in the wilderness, he collapsed beneath an apple tree, surrendering at last to overwhelming fatigue.
When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer alone.
A strange elf woman was there beside him.
She was Thalia.
She had been sleeping beneath the same apple tree when she found the unconscious wanderer. And so, the man who had escaped tyranny and burned a capital was saved not by strength, fire, or chains, but by the mysterious elf named Thalia.