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The Chosen One
The war council convened in Heartland's great hall.The room was massive—larger than any hall in Aurelia, with high ceilings and towering windows that let in the morning light. Banners hung from the walls—the gold and red of Heartland, the blue and silver of Aurelia—woven together in a display of unity that would have been impossible ten years ago. The long wooden table was covered with maps, scrolls, and ancient texts, their pages yellowed with age and stained with the ink of long-dead scholars.King Reign sat at the head of the table. His crown was simple, elegant, a band of gold that had once belonged to his father. His face was calm, but his eyes were sharp. Beside him sat Prince Aldric, his most trusted advisor, his friend, his brother in all but blood. The years had been kind to Aldric—he was no longer the arrogant prince who had refused Aurelia's help. He was a man who had learned the cost of pride and had spent his life making amends.The table was filled with generals, knight
Glimpse of the Past
The room stopped.The crash of breaking glass and shattering plates echoed through the common room like a thunderclap. Every head turned. Every conversation died. Every eye fixed on the doorway where Yorn stood, her hands empty, her face pale, her eyes wide.Lysandra was the first to move.She dropped her tray on the nearest table and ran to Yorn's side, her hands reaching out, her voice urgent. "Yorn? Yorn, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Did you cut yourself?"Yorn didn't answer. She didn't even look at Lysandra. Her eyes were fixed on the young man standing before the counter—the stranger with the wild hair and the hollow eyes and the scars that covered his face and arms.She walked toward him.Her legs were bleeding. Shards of glass had cut through her shoes, slicing into her feet, leaving a trail of red on the wooden floor. She limped with every step, her face twisted with pain. But she didn't stop.She reached him.Her hands trembled as she reached up and touched his face. Her finge
The Road Back
The morning sun rose over Heartland, painting the white walls in shades of gold and pink. The city was waking—shutters opening, doors creaking, the smell of fresh bread drifting through the streets. The festival was over. The streets were quiet. The peace had returned.Lex stood at the city gates, his bag over his shoulder, his eyes on the road ahead. The black horse was saddled beside him, its coat gleaming, its eyes bright. It stamped its hoof impatiently, eager to be moving.Milo stood beside him."You don't have to come," Lex said."I know," Milo said. "But I want to.""No."Milo blinked. "What?""I said no." Lex turned to face him. His voice was flat. "You're not coming with me."Milo's face fell. "But I—""You have responsibilities now. A job. A life. You're a soldier. A captain, by the looks of those stars on your chest." Lex gestured at the uniform. "You can't just leave. You have people to protect. Orders to follow. A duty to uphold.""I can take leave. I can—""No." Lex's vo
Everything at Peace
The morning sun rose over Heartland, painting the white walls in shades of gold and pink.Lex walked through the streets alone. Milo had offered to accompany him, but Lex had declined. He needed to be alone with his thoughts. He needed to see the world with his own eyes, not through the filter of someone else's explanations.The city was alive.Children ran through the streets, their laughter echoing off the walls. They chased each other between market stalls, dodging merchants and customers alike. A group of boys kicked a ball made of stitched leather, shouting and cheering when one of them scored. A little girl with pigtails sat on a doorstep, carefully braiding a crown of wildflowers. She looked up as Lex passed and smiled at him—a bright, innocent smile that didn't see the scars, the beard, the hollow eyes.Lex smiled back. It felt strange on his face. Foreign. Like a language he had forgotten how to speak.He continued walking.The streets were cleaner than he remembered. The dar
Chapter 144: The Weight of Ten Years
Lex and Milo sat on the hill as the sun began to completely vanished.The sky was painted in shades of orange and gold, the clouds streaked with crimson. The festival continued in the city below—music drifting up from the streets, laughter echoing off the walls, the smell of roasted meat and sweet pastries carried on the evening breeze. Children ran through the streets with ribbons in their hair. Old men sat on benches, drinking ale and telling stories. Young couples danced in the squares, their faces flushed with joy.Lex didn't hear any of it.He sat on the grass, his legs crossed, his hands resting on his knees. His beard was tangled, his hair wild, his clothes torn. He looked like a beggar. A madman. A ghost. The grass was soft beneath him, still warm from the day's sun. The hill was quiet, far enough from the city that the noise of the festival faded into a distant hum.Milo sat beside him, his tears finally dried, his face calm but sad. He was a man now—tall, strong, his shoulde
The Festival of Strangers
Lex stepped through the portal.Darkness swallowed him whole. Not the cold, suffocating darkness of the void, this was different. Softer. Warmer. Like being wrapped in a blanket of shadow. He stood still for a moment, waiting for the inevitable pain, the glitching, the hallucinations.Nothing came.He looked back. The portal was gone. The grey sky, the blood-soaked ground, the mountains of bodies—all of it was gone. Only darkness remained.Lex took a breath. Then another. His lungs filled with air that didn't burn. His heart beat in his chest, steady and slow.He walked forward.The darkness began to fade. A pinprick of light appeared in the distance, small at first, then growing larger. Lex picked up his pace. His legs, which had carried him through five hundred days of endless slaughter, moved with renewed energy.The light grew brighter. Warmer. The darkness receded like a tide pulling back from the shore.And then, Lex stepped out of the cave.-The forest was dense, ancient, aliv
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