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Beyond the curse
Author: Jaysin
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Marco stood up, stretching his muscles. The cave was silent, except for dripping water.

Suddenly, a low voice spoke from the shadows: You have potential, Marco Valenti. But Ruby's power is a curse.

Marco spun around, eyes straining in darkness.

Who are you?

The voice chuckled.

One who knows Ruby's true nature. Her curse can be broken... if you seek the ancient ones.

Marco demanded: Show yourself!

Silence.

The voice ignored his request.

Frustrated, Marco tried a different approach: What or who are the ancient ones?

And how do I break Ruby's curse?

The voice replied:

Ancient ones are old gods, forgotten by time. 

They wield power beyond Ruby's wildest dreams. 

To find them, seek the Oracle in New Orleans.

The voice gave Marco a vision of the Oracle – a mysterious woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair.

She'll guide you to three ancient artifacts.

Collect them all, and Ruby's curse will be broken.

Marco arrived in New Orleans, the city alive with jazz music and mysterious vibes.

He followed the voice's map to a hidden jazz club in the French Quarter.

Inside, the Oracle sang on stage – her voice hypnotic, powerful. Marco approached her after the show.

You're the one, she said, eyes gleaming. Ruby's curse can be broken, but first you must gather three ancient artifacts.

The Oracle handed Marco a map with three locations:

Tomb of the Moon Goddess - Egypt

Caverns of the Sun God - Mexico

Temple of the Sea God - Japan  

He thanked the Oracle and flew to Egypt immediately.

Marco arrived in Egypt, the desert sun beating down on him. He rented a jeep and drove to the Tomb of the Moon Goddess, deep in the desert.

As he approached the tomb entrance, he felt Ruby's presence. She appeared beside him, eyes blazing.

You'll never break my curse, Marco. This tomb will be your grave.

Suddenly, the tomb entrance exploded – a massive stone beast emerged, attacking them both.

Marco combined his Scar strength and healing magic, fighting back. The beast swung its tail, knocking Ruby back.

Marco seized the moment, unleashing a powerful blast that destroyed the beast. Ruby vanished, vowing revenge.

He entered the tomb, solving ancient puzzles and avoiding deadly traps. Finally, he reached the inner chamber – and claimed the first artifact, a glowing moonstone.

The stone pulsed with power in his hand. Marco felt his abilities growing stronger.

Next stop: Mexico and the Caverns of the Sun God.

As he left the tomb, Marco received a text from an unknown number: Meet me in Mexico City. I have information about your curse.

Who could it be ?

Marco met Kila in a quiet Mexico City café. She was stunning – long silver hair, piercing violet eyes, and porcelain skin.

You're the one who texted me, Marco said. What do you know about my curse?

Kila smiled mysteriously.

I know everything. Scar isn't just darkness, Marco, He has light within.

A warrior spirit that protects the weak .

Marco leaned in, intrigued.

Scar was once a powerful warrior, Kila continued. 

He served Ruby, a goddess of darkness. But Scar fell deeply in love with her...

Marco's eyes widened as Kila revealed the shocking truth: Ruby banished Scar's soul into your body, Marco.

Erased his memories. But when Ruby cursed you, Scar's spirit awakened.

Marco felt his mind reeling. He was a vessel for Scar's soul?

Why did Ruby curse me... us? Marco asked.

Kila's expression turned cold.

To punish Scar for his defiance. And to break his spirit completely.

But I can help you, Marco.

Together, we can defeat Ruby and free Scar's soul.

Marco decided to trust Kila for now.

We must leave the city and travel to the place where it all started, Kila said.

A mystical land called Tenebrous.

Marco agreed, and they flew to the edge of the world, where the skies grew dark and the seas evaporated into mist.

A hidden portal swirled with purple energy. Kila stepped through, beckoning Marco.

As they entered Tenebrous, Marco felt Scar's power surging. The land was scarred by battle – ruins stretched as far as the eye could see.

This was once the realm of gods, Kila said. Where Ruby and Scar fought their final battle.

Suddenly, visions assaulted Marco's mind:

 Ruby and Scar standing together against armies of darkness .

Scar defeating a powerful demon, saving Ruby's life .

Ruby turning against Scar, banishing his soul .

The visions faded. Marco stumbled, gasping.

What did you see? Kila asked.

Marco described the visions. Kila nodded solemnly.

Those were Scar's memories. Now you know the truth. Are you ready to face Ruby?

A dark palace loomed in the distance – Ruby's fortress.

Has He marched towards the fortress with Kila.

Marco woke up in his New York apartment, gasping for breath. His right hand throbbed with pain.

He looked down – a new scar had formed, shaped like a cloak. Suddenly, visions flooded his mind:

The ancient one's words: You are not prepared , you can't go inside unless you won't to get yourself killed , you can't defeat Ruby not like this , go back , do has I told you before , find those artifacts. 

Marco realized the scar was a message from the ancient one – a cloaking symbol, granting him temporary protection and hiding from Ruby's wrath.

He stood up, determination burning within.

Marco would prepare himself, gather allies, and return to Tenebrous stronger than ever to defeat Ruby .

The battle for his soul – and Scar's – was far from over.

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