A Promise
Author: MDW
last update2025-07-23 22:37:26

Brown stood at the edge of the storming abyss, his long cloak billowing in the void between dimensions. Around him swirled echoes of forgotten battles and ancient roars of creatures long extinct. The realm he now wandered was neither heaven nor hell, but a crucible between realms—where broken souls were forged into warriors of legend.

He clenched his fists. The scars across his knuckles shimmered faintly, reacting to the ancient energy pulsing from the leyline stone embedded in the fractured altar before him. This was the fourth realm he had conquered, each more brutal than the last. Yet he still had three more to endure before the ritual would be complete—before he could return as the one true King of War.

His eyes, burning a pale gold, blinked slowly as Clara's face swam through his memory. Her tears. Her trembling lips when she said, “Promise me you’ll come back.”

But he had broken that promise.

They had torn him away—Clara’s family—just days after their marriage, forcing him into
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  • The Name That Shouldn’t Be Spoken

    The next morning, the war-torn plateau had shifted from red to gold as dawn rose over the ravaged hills. Smoke curled upward like mourning veils, yet amidst the stillness, two figures stood alive.Clara and Brown sat beneath a shattered obelisk once dedicated to the celestial order. Now cracked, it seemed more honest in its brokenness.Clara broke the silence first.“What does Aetherion mean?”Brown didn’t answer right away.He picked up a shard of the broken pendant—the one Clara had worn her whole life—and clenched it.“It’s not just a name. It’s a warning.”She turned to him, gently.“Tell me everything.”So he did.Years Ago — The Night Before the Pact FellBrown was not always a soldier. Once, he was a Keeper of the Flame—a sacred title, bestowed upon those who guarded the dying embers of the Creator’s breath.But in secret, he was also a traitor.He had fallen in love with a mortal girl born of twin bloodlines: light and shadow.Clara.Their union was forbidden, for her blood wa

  • Bloodline Ignition

    The sky cracked.Not with lightning——but with destiny.Brown was a blur of motion, blade in hand, cutting down two of the Shadow Unit with a single sweep. Their bodies evaporated into dust, remnants of necromantic engineering gone wrong. But five remained—faster, deadlier, and synchronized like a hive mind.Reyes stood back, arms crossed, watching with cold amusement.“You’re bleeding, Brown,” he said mockingly, as a red streak carved down the side of Brown’s ribcage.Brown didn’t reply. He couldn’t. Every muscle in his body burned, his bones reverberating with the strain of godhood clashing with mortal limits. He hadn’t yet completed the re-ascension. His body was fighting to catch up with the power screaming within him.Then——a hum cut through the battlefield.Reyes’s smile faltered. The assassins paused.The rift behind them glowed, surging with radiant silver and gold. And then—Clara emerged.But she was not alone.A translucent aura surrounded her, forming the outline of an an

  • Echoes Across Realms

    Clara’s breath caught in her throat.She sat up in bed, one hand instinctively on her rounded belly, the other clutching the pendant Brown had given her before he left. It pulsed—just once—as if answering her whispered call.It had never done that before.“Brown…” she repeated, voice barely audible above the soft rustle of wind outside her window.The room around her felt suddenly too still. The silence wasn’t empty—it was watchful. Like the universe was holding its breath.A knock shattered it.Three slow, deliberate raps on the front door.Clara rose, heart pounding. She wasn't expecting visitors, not at this hour. Especially not when the curfews were tight and the capital was still recovering from the diplomatic collapse at the Southern Bay. Something had shifted since yesterday. People were tense. The air was full of rumors—about new alliances, secret betrayals, and a growing shadow in the East.But nothing explained this.She opened the door to find a cloaked figure, drenched in

  • A Promise

    Brown stood at the edge of the storming abyss, his long cloak billowing in the void between dimensions. Around him swirled echoes of forgotten battles and ancient roars of creatures long extinct. The realm he now wandered was neither heaven nor hell, but a crucible between realms—where broken souls were forged into warriors of legend.He clenched his fists. The scars across his knuckles shimmered faintly, reacting to the ancient energy pulsing from the leyline stone embedded in the fractured altar before him. This was the fourth realm he had conquered, each more brutal than the last. Yet he still had three more to endure before the ritual would be complete—before he could return as the one true King of War.His eyes, burning a pale gold, blinked slowly as Clara's face swam through his memory. Her tears. Her trembling lips when she said, “Promise me you’ll come back.”But he had broken that promise.They had torn him away—Clara’s family—just days after their marriage, forcing him into

  • A Monster?

    Clara sank to the floor beside Brown, her hands trembling as they cupped his face. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, mixing with the drops of rain still clinging to his silver-streaked hair. He looked up at her—eyes dark with regret, but glowing with something stronger: hope.“I kept hearing your voice in my head,” Clara whispered. “Telling me to hold on. Telling me you’d come back.”Brown smiled, a slow, broken thing. “I did too. Yours. Every day. It was the only thing that kept me from turning into one of them.”“One of what?” Clara asked, brushing her thumb across the scar on his cheek.He pulled away just enough to stand, helping her up gently. “A monster. A ruler without mercy. The kind of king who forgets what love feels like.” His voice dropped lower, hoarser. “But I didn’t forget. Because I remembered you.”Their fingers intertwined, fitting perfectly as if time had never torn them apart.Elsewhere — The Edge of the RiftKael, one of Brown’s closest warriors, stood at the

  • You're Real

    Clara sat at the edge of her bed, cradling her now noticeable belly. The pain would come and go, but what hurt the most wasn’t physical—it was the silence. No message. No trace. It had been five months since the last time she saw Brown. Five long months since he disappeared—forced away by his own father, his own family.“Clara, you have to think clearly. This baby will ruin your life!” her mother snapped, again.Clara turned to her mother, eyes burning with a fire of both pain and defiance. “This baby… is the only part of Brown that I still have. I won’t get rid of it.”“Then don’t expect us to accept you back into this family,” her father added coldly.Clara stood slowly, her hand protectively placed on her belly. “Then consider me never a part of this family to begin with.”Meanwhile, in a dimension split between dusk and dawn, Brown stood amidst the ruins of the Shadow Citadel. Blood trickled from the side of his mouth, his clothes torn, but his eyes—his eyes blazed like twin suns.

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