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The Bond Beyond Time
The moon hung low over the enchanted forest, its silver light weaving through the ancient trees like strands of silk. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and pine, the kind of scent that lingered in the memory long after it had faded. Elira’s heart pounded in her chest as she darted through the shadows, her bare feet barely making a sound against the moss-covered ground. Behind her, the distant howls of the Wolfguard grew louder, echoing with a menace that quickened her steps.
By Madiha Mughalabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Ember of Twilight
Mira had never known the sun. In the land of Aleris, twilight stretched endlessly across the horizon, a perpetual dusk that bathed the world in an eerie, violet glow. The stars shimmered brightly, but there was no sunrise or sunset—only the unchanging light of the twilight realm. It was a land of beauty, yes, but also of melancholy. The people who lived there had adapted to the endless dusk, but deep within Mira’s heart, she longed for more. She wanted to understand why the world was trapped in this eternal twilight, and why the sun never rose.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Song of the Forgotten Kingdom
Eira was a humble bard, known across the kingdom of Viora for her sweet, haunting voice and mastery of the lyre. The small village of Emberfall, where she lived, was a peaceful place, nestled between rolling hills and endless forests. The villagers adored her for her songs, which brought joy and comfort during the long winters and celebratory tunes during the harvest festivals. But Eira longed for more. She had always dreamed of traveling to the capital city, to perform before the king, to have her music heard by the world.
By Timi mayowaabout a year ago in Fiction
