Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance                                 The air trembled as Lord Aluka raised his hand, the lines of time itself bending to his will. Reality seemed to crack,. colors blurring, sounds distorting. As if the world was groaning under his presence. Xena’s body tensed instinctively.  Although his instincts screamed at him to move, but his pride kept his feet planted. His muscles coiled, veins throbbing under his skin.  He could feel it.  He was approaching his limits.  Princess Lirl watched behind the energy barrier.  Her heart hammering against her ribs as she whispered,<

         Previously, On Sword Of Vengeance                               The light faded. And the world... broke. The ground beneath Xena's feet shuddered, cracked, then collapsed into a swirling abyss of shattered stone and howling winds. Above him, Lord Aluka floated like a god, pulling at the very fabric of existence. A terrible force erupted from the void as gravity, sharpened into a blade. Xena felt it instantly. The earth screamed as it compacted under him, forcing his body to slam down, knees crushing the stone beneath. Every breath was a battle. Every heartbeat, a declaration of rebellion. And now that he knew who he was Knows the who th

"This war, it never stop will it?"Eleuren asked, sniffing.Amuka only chuckled."Are you tired of fighting?"Amuka asked, rather than answering her question."No... just. .that......"Eleuren said, thoughtless."Just that what?"Eleuren looked at Amuka, unsure of how to phrase her words.Amuka only looked at her and nodded." I understand."She paused and continued."You've done enough for him, for her..."Eleuren looked at her, shocked ."How did you.............."Eleuren stuttered.But Amuka's grin only widens."I searched through your memories..""I must confess, I've never seen a man like him either. But he's bond by the love he has for his soul mate."Amuka sighs looking away, as if trying to hide something.Eleuren's shoulder slumped, saddened by it."You don't have to be sad about it, you've done more than what he's asked you.""I see the potential between you too "Amuka said grinning."Oh really, I've heard that countless times"Eleuren scoffed."Since you've heard that cou

                                  The skies over the Time Realm had always shimmered with a soft golden hue. They bent and swayed gently with the unseen tides of the Continuum, the force that sustained all existence within the realm.  But that day, something shifted.  The air was heavier.  The time currents faltered.  Birds froze mid-flight, caught in eddies of fractured moments.  Clocks ticked backward. In the high spires of the Citadel of Chronas, alarms flared.  The citadel, home to the Chrona Wardens trembled.  Its very foundation, built on stable time threads, threatened to collapse. From the great observatory dome, Guardians of the Eternal Forge peered into the Temporal Eye

                                   Time stuttered.   Seconds skipped.   History blinked.  Erimenses of Darkness had arrived.  A god not born of time but of its desecration.  A being whose very breath withered the chronicles of kings and crumbled legacies to dust.  He stood tall.  Twice the height of a colossus, his cloak a veil of writhing void, his eyes suns of dying galaxies.  In one hand, he carried Grave Mourn, the sword that devours light.  In the other, a shard of inverted time. Something not even the Continuum of Time herself dared to name.&nbs