Everything in the surrounding world crumbled to ash and ruin under his will, but I was left untouched. He never let the devastation reach me.
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In the realm of Driaten, Moon was born of two worlds. Elven power pulsed through her veins, yet she w...
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† PREVIEW †
It was never going to work.
Even if our attempt on the King's life came close, it was still bound to go wrong.
Seeva's strike might've been powerful enough, but his stealth was severely lacking. Always had been. There were too many Keepers, too many watchful eyes—his gift would be snuffed out before it came anywhere near the noble. Then he'd be arrested and stripped, if not killed.
I said as much to him that morning, but he wouldn't bat those charcoal eyes. He only replied, "I'll make it work."
There was no option but to trust him. Without our mission, I had no purpose. Staying back meant accepting what was done to my friends, my family. Refusing to act would label me a coward—perhaps not from anyone except myself, but that was enough. I wouldn't be able to live on if I did nothing.
You may not live on by doing something, either.
The thought had ravaged my mind since dawn and was still swirling in my head even when the last violet rays of daylight sunk behind distant mountains. As I followed the melody of harps and flutes to the village square, I silenced the thought with a new one.
If I'm to die, let it be in the pursuit of what I believe in.
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WELCOME TO † DRIATEN †
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the realm in which noble elves reign supreme, and all other creatures submit to their authority
where supernatural gifts are not to see the light of day despite the brilliance they once whispered to the skies
the land born of frost and ash which gave rise to four kingdoms:
