As Aria and Legolas traveled through the forest, they suddenly heard a rustling in the bushes. Aria quickly drew her sword and Legolas readied his bow, ready to defend themselves against whatever lay ahead.

But as the rustling grew louder, they soon realized that it was not an enemy they faced, but rather a messenger. The messenger was from Aria's tribe, the Nalath, and he had grave news to deliver.

"Aria, princess of the Nalath, our tribe is under attack," the messenger said, his voice filled with urgency. "Your uncle Tharion has taken over your crown and has allied with the orcs. He seeks to destroy your tribe and claim the throne for himself."

Aria's heart sank as she heard the news. She knew that she had to act quickly if she were to save her tribe. "Legolas, will you come with me?" she asked, her voice shaking with emotion.

"Of course, Aria," Legolas replied without hesitation. "We will face this challenge together."

After 3 days of traveling they made their way towards Aria's tribe, they discussed their plan of action. They knew that they would be facing a formidable foe, but they were determined to do whatever it takes to save the Nalath.

3 miles away The Nalath city glittered in the Sun like stars in the night sky.

"Why haven't I seen your city before?" Legolas asked, lost in the beauty of the city ahead.

Aria sighed as she looked out at her tribe's city, her heart heavy with the knowledge of what was to come. "We are called The Lost Kingdom for a reason, Legolas," she said, her voice filled with sadness. "We have always kept to ourselves, hidden away from the rest of the world. We are a small tribe, but we are strong, and we are fiercely protective of our people."

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "The reason you have never seen our city before is that we go to great lengths to keep it hidden. We have built our homes and our walls into the mountainside, and we have surrounded our city with a thick forest that is nearly impenetrable. We do not allow outsiders in, and we do not venture out into the world."

Legolas nodded, understanding the need for secrecy and protection. "I see," he said, his voice soft. "But why are you called The Lost Kingdom?"

Aria looked at him, a sad smile on her lips. "We are called The Lost Kingdom because we have lost so much," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "We have lost our connection to the outside world, and we have lost our way. My uncle Tharion has taken advantage of our isolation, and he seeks to destroy everything we have worked so hard to protect."

She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I will not let him succeed," she said, her voice firm. "I will fight for my people, and I will do whatever it takes to save The Lost Kingdom."

As they approached the outskirts of the tribe, they could see the smoke rising in the distance. The sounds of battle filled the air, and Aria's heart raced with fear.

"Aria, we must be careful," Legolas said, his voice calm and steady. "We don't want to be seen by the enemy."

Aria nodded, her eyes scanning the battlefield. She saw her people fighting bravely, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. She knew that they needed backup if they were to stand a chance.

"Legolas, we need to find a way to get inside the castle," Aria said, her voice filled with determination. "We need to take out my uncle and his allies."

Legolas nodded, and together they made their way towards the castle. They moved quickly and quietly, their weapons at the ready.

As they approached the castle gates, they saw a group of orcs guarding the entrance. Aria and Legolas exchanged a look, and without a word, they charged forward.

The battle was fierce, but Aria and Legolas fought with a skill and determination that left the orcs reeling. They moved as one, their attacks precise and deadly.

As the last orc fell to the ground, Aria and Legolas made their way inside the castle. They could hear the sounds of battle echoing through the halls, and they knew that they were getting closer to their goal.

Finally, they reached the throne room, where they saw Aria's uncle Tharion standing proudly on the throne. His face twisted into a sneer as he saw Aria and Legolas enter.

"Well, well, well," Tharion said, his voice dripping with malice. "If it isn't my dear niece and her little friend. You've come to try and take back your crown, I assume?"

Aria stepped forward, her sword at the ready. "You know me better than that, Uncle," she said. "I've come to save my people and defeat you once and for all."

Tharion laughed. "You're no match for me, Aria. I have the support of the orcs, and with them by my side, I am invincible."

"Legolas go check on the villagers!" Aria said eyeing her uncle.

Aria and Tharion circled each other warily, their swords at the ready. Tharion's eyes gleamed with malice as he looked at Aria, his own niece, with an expression of pure hatred.

"You think you can defeat me, Aria?" he sneered. "You're a mere girl, barely out of childhood. What chance do you have against me?"

Aria gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with determination. "I have more than enough skill to defeat you, Uncle," she said. "And I'll prove it to you right now."

With that, the two of them sprang forward, their swords clashing in the air. Tharion was fast, faster than Aria had expected, and he darted in and out of her defenses with ease.

But Aria was no slouch either. She had trained for years with her father, the former king of the Nalath, and she knew how to fight. She parried Tharion's strikes with a skill and precision that left him momentarily off-balance.

Aria narrowed her eyes as she faced off against her uncle Tharion, her sword held at the ready. "You fight dirty, Uncle," she said, her voice filled with anger.

Tharion chuckled darkly. "Of course I do, my dear niece. That's the only way to win a battle."

Aria shook her head. "Not the way my father taught me to fight," she said, her voice firm.

Tharion sneered. "Your father was a fool, Aria. And so are you, if you think honor and integrity will win you this war."

Aria lunged forward, her sword aimed at Tharion's heart. But he was ready for her, and he sidestepped her attack with ease.

"You're still too slow, Aria," he said, taunting her.

Aria gritted her teeth and swung her sword in a wide arc, forcing Tharion to step back to avoid the blow. "You underestimate me, Uncle," she said, her voice low.

Tharion laughed. "Do I? We'll see about that."

The two of them clashed swords, the sound of metal ringing out in the air. Aria fought with a skill and ferocity that surprised even Tharion, her movements fluid and graceful.

But Tharion was no slouch either, and he fought back with a viciousness that made Aria's blood boil. "You fight like a coward, Uncle," she spat.

Tharion only laughed in response. "Whatever it takes to win, my dear. You should learn that lesson before it's too late."

Aria gritted her teeth and pressed her attack, her sword moving faster than Tharion could anticipate. She struck at him again and again, her eyes blazing with determination.

In the end, it was Aria who emerged victorious. She delivered a powerful blow to Tharion's sword arm, causing him to drop his weapon. She then held her sword to his throat, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination.

"You lose, Uncle," she said, her voice low. "And I win. Surrender peacefully or face the consequences."

Tharion glared at her, his eyes filled with hatred. "You may have won this battle, Aria," he said. "But the war is far from over. You'll regret this day, mark my words."

Aria only smirked. "I don't regret a thing, Uncle," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my people, even if it means facing you again."

Tharion snarled and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Aria standing alone with her victory.