Jade was a warrior whose name was spoken in reverence and fear across the lands. He was the fiercest of them all, leading his armies to victory after victory, his presence on the battlefield a harbinger of triumph. Beside him always was his horse, Maka, a creature as powerful and unyielding as the man who rode him. Together, they were invincible—until the day Jade’s heart led him astray.
The tale begins in a time of peace, when the drums of war are silent, and the kingdom basked in the glory of Jade’s conquests. It was during this time that Jade first laid eyes on Aria. She was unlike anyone he had ever seen—her beauty was otherworldly, her presence intoxicating. Her hair shimmered like spun gold, and her eyes held a depth that seemed to pull him in, drowning him in their mystery.
Jade, who had never faltered in battle, found himself lost in the presence of this woman. He was captivated, unable to think of anything but her. Aria was not merely beautiful; she was clever, charming, and seemed to understand Jade in a way no one else ever had. She became his confidante, the one person he trusted above all others.
But Aria was not who she appeared to be. Unbeknownst to Jade, she was a spy, sent by a rival kingdom to bring about his downfall. Her mission was simple: seduce the great warrior and turn his strength into weakness. And so, with every smile, every whispered word of affection, Aria wove her web around Jade’s heart, tightening her grip on his soul.
Jade, blinded by his love for Aria, began to neglect his duties. He entrusted her with his battle plans and shared with her the secrets that had kept his kingdom safe for so long. Aria listened with rapt attention, storing away each detail, knowing that with every word, she was one step closer to her goal.
The day of reckoning came without warning. Jade led his army into battle, confident in the strategies he had devised. But Aria’s betrayal was complete. The enemy was prepared, knowing every move Jade would make before he made it. The battle was swift and brutal. Jade’s forces were decimated, and his kingdom was overrun. Amid the chaos, Jade was captured and brought before the enemy king who had long sought his demise.
“Your love for a woman has undone you,” the king sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “For your foolishness, you shall pay a price greater than death.”
With those words, a curse was placed upon Jade. He was stripped of his mortal form, rendered invisible to the world, and forced to wander the earth for eternity. His only companion was Maka, the horse that had shared his victories and now shared his fate.
Jade’s voice was silenced, his touch intangible. He could not be seen, could not be heard, could not be felt. He became a ghost, a legend whispered among those who had once known him. The warrior who had been invincible was now a shadow, lost in a world that no longer remembered his name.
But Jade’s heart, though broken, still burned with a desire for redemption. He roamed the lands on Maka, searching for a way to atone for his sins, to undo the curse that bound him. He would come upon villages in distress, aiding those in need, guiding lost travellers, and protecting the innocent. Yet, no one knew his name, no one saw the hand that saved them.
And all the while, the memory of Aria haunted him, her face etched into his mind, a constant reminder of the love that had destroyed him.
As the years turned into centuries, Jade’s legend grew. Tales of the invisible man on the horse spread far and wide, stories of a ghostly figure who appeared in times of need, vanishing as quickly as he came. Some said he was an angel, others a demon. But Jade knew the truth: he was a man who had once been powerful, brought low by his own folly, seeking forgiveness that might never come.
In the end, Jade’s story became a warning, a lesson passed down through generations. It was a tale of love and betrayal, of strength and weakness, of a warrior who lost everything for the sake of a beautiful woman. And though Jade remained unseen, his presence was felt in every corner of the world, a silent protector, forever bound to the horse that carried him through the echoes of his past.
And so, the invisible man on the horse rode on, across endless fields and through endless nights, his journey unending, his heart still yearning for the redemption that remained just out of reach.
