Somewhere in the Kingdom of Banolea

  In a chamber steeped in ethereal light, the body of Laraeon, the great hero, lay in a glass coffin. Surrounded by fragrant flowers and tall, ancient trees, she rested in the sun's gentle embrace. Her golden hair flowed around her like strands of silk, untouched by decay, her beauty preserved for eternity. This was done by no other the

  The body laying in that coffin only been seen by few by mean of the few is the only party member of the Greatest Hero.

  "You are all going crazy!" a voice echoed through the stillness, slicing through the mournful atmosphere. It was Faye, one of the great heroes, the Fairy Queen herself, who entered the room radiating an aura of power and light. Her presence commanded attention as she stepped closer to the coffin, her expression a mix of pity and sorrow.

  "No, you are the one who is going crazy- How dare you enter this sacred space with that attitude of yours?" Zephyra, the King of Dyad, replied, his voice calm yet laced with barely contained anger. His light green hair fell into his ocean eyes, betraying the tempest brewing within him. He stood tall, a beacon of peace among his people, yet his obsession shone through.

  "Did you find a way to bring her back?" he demanded, his tone sharp.

  Faye met his gaze, unwavering. "You are seeking the impossible, Zephyra. We all know that."

  "Yet it seems you have brought nothing but empty promises- Leave if you have no answers." Zephyra snapped, his frustration is so obvious as he looked at Lara body.

  Faye stepped forward, with a serious emotion. "Are you deaf after all these years? We've searched tirelessly for a way to restore her, but we've uncovered zero results! Can we not at least allow her to rest in peace? This torment is cruel, both for her and for her soul."

  Zephyra's face tightened, his calm demeanor slipping. "You are not the one to talk about her peace! Letting her go was one of our greatest mistakes! We cannot repeat it once again we still have a way" he thundered, his voice echoing off the walls.

  Faye stood her ground, her own emotions swirling like a tempest. "A way? 200 years have past... others agree with it to, You think that holding on to her like this is the right thing to do? It only causes more pain, not just for her but for us all! You can't accept the fact that she is gone to us! The other is far perish already, what even is the purpose of bringing her back to us? You're just putting her to hardship"

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  "Enough!" Zephyra said, his voice low but firm, the calm barely masking his anger. "Your words are an affront to her memory! I will not have you poison this place with your defeatism!"

  Faye's heart ached, the weight of his words pressing down on her. "You think this is easy for me? To stand here and watch her body languish in this glass coffin? I can feel her spirit, trapped in this limbo! You're driving yourself mad with this obsession, and for what? For the chance of a miracle?"

  "This is not madness!" Zephyra asserted, his hands balled into fists. "This is hope! I will do whatever it takes to bring her back, especially now that the Demon King is rumored to be rising again. We need her! She is only our hope – she is the only one"

  Faye's voice trembled with desperation. "You think the Demon King needs her? No, it's you, Zephyra! You can't accept that she is gone to us! It's been 2 century for Lara sake - You are technically torturing her! Every day we keep her here is another day she suffers! We must respect her choice, even if it hurts us! You're not the only one who been hurting and you been only doing it just for her"

  "Leave this room, Faye," Zephyra commanded, his voice steady but strained. "You are no longer welcome here. Your disrespecting the greatest – leave this instance"

  Stunned, Faye turned away, hurt flashing in her eyes. "You may silence me, but you cannot silence the truth. The longer you hold on to her, the further you push her from us. We face a dire threat, yes, but that does not justify torturing her spirit! Do you think she will be happy knowing this?"

  As she exited the room, the heavy door closing behind her echoed like the tolling of a funeral bell, sealing off the light of reason from the darkness of obsession that enveloped Zephyra.

  Alone now, Zephyra stood in silence, the weight of his own torment pressing down on him like a storm ready to break.

  He stepped closer to the coffin, laying his hands on its cool surface. His eyes traced her serene face, untouched by time. His light green hair fell forward, shadowing his ocean eyes, which were now glazed with a grief he could not contain.

  Zephyra lowered his head, resting it gently on the glass, as if by doing so he could be closer to her. His voice came out as a strained whisper, thick with emotion. "My sun and everything... my greatest tree... I will make sure that you come back to us, even if it costs me everything I have."

  The words hung in the air, a vow forged from desperation and an undying love that defied the passage of time. He could feel the faint pulse of hope, mingled with the sharp sting of sorrow. There was nothing he wouldn't give, nothing he wouldn't sacrifice to bring her back, even if it meant surrendering his own soul.

  The gentle light from the sun filtered through the trees, casting a warm glow over the chamber, as if Laraeon herself were listening, bound in a silent slumber. And so, Zephyra remained, a king caught between duty and love, willing to pay any price to hold on to the last glimmer of hope he had left.

  This is what he would done wrong,