Magical Realism
The Forgotten Kingdom
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Call Dark clouds hung low over the village of Keldor, home to a young hunter named Arion. Skilled in tracking animals through the dense forest, Arion had always been intrigued by the tales of the lost Kingdom of Alandria. Though many dismissed it as mere myth, Arion felt deep within that the kingdom was real. One night, while resting in his wooden cabin, Arion heard a strange sound coming from the forest—a sound that seemed to call his name with a soft yet powerful voice.
By kevin stevenabout a year ago in Chapters
The Search For Andromeda
Epilogue: The Edge of Darkness Months had passed since the day Elara and her team had contained The Devourer. The lab, once a beacon of scientific advancement, had become a high-security facility under constant surveillance. Defense ships hovered in orbit, their presence a stark reminder of the threat that lurked within the singularity core.
By Emmanuel Oyewaleabout a year ago in Chapters
The Search For Andromeda
Chapter Six: Shadows of the Future The lab was a graveyard of silence, the only sound being the soft hum of the singularity core as it pulsed with contained energy. Elara leaned heavily against the console, her body and mind drained from the ordeal. They had won—if this could be called a victory—but the shadow of what they had unleashed lingered, casting a pall over the lab.
By Emmanuel Oyewaleabout a year ago in Chapters
The Search For Andromeda
Chapter Five: The Last Stand The lab was a hive of activity, a cacophony of alarms, data streams, and the hum of high-powered machinery. Elara stood at the center of it all, her gaze fixed on the holographic display that dominated the room. The ripple—the entity, The Devourer—was still approaching, though its speed had been slightly diminished by the EMP pulse. The delay was a temporary reprieve, but it had bought them precious time.
By Emmanuel Oyewaleabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Part 6 Song for the Souls
I played three more songs, pouring myself into each note, my voice weaving through the room. As I sang, I barely noticed the bar filling up, more and more faces turning toward me, their eyes wide with curiosity and something close to wonder. The foreign girl who played the instrument—wasn't that how they saw me? I almost smiled at the thought.
By Klara Nolanabout a year ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 3
Chapter 2 Song for the Souls Part 3 Horses. I had no idea how to ride one. The thought of trying and possibly killing myself within the first ten meters crossed my mind. No, that was definitely not an option. Instead, I quickly walked through the stables, taking in the sight of the magnificent animals. Their coats gleamed, their manes long and silky. Their eyes were large and glistened with a calm, peaceful intelligence.
By Klara Nolan2 years ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Songs for the Souls Part 2
Chapter 2 Part 2 I used to love sewing and working with fabrics. I knew that feeling well, the familiar weight of the scissors in my hand brought back a rush of memories, though they were still clouded and vague. These tiny scissors had been my constant companion, small enough to tuck away anywhere, even in the inside pocket of my leggings. I would carry them everywhere, ready to snip a loose thread or trim a piece of fabric for a project I’d think about later. They were smaller than a tablespoon, but sharp as a needle’s point.
By Klara Nolan2 years ago in Chapters
See the Light Chapter 2 Song for the Souls
CHAPTER 2 Part 1 The Girl Who Sings Songs for the souls, the escape, and the new beginnings. This was it—my chance to escape. As I sat on the floor of that dimly lit room, my thoughts raced, forming a plan. The first step was clear: I needed to free my hands. The bindings were strange, made from a material I couldn’t quite identify. It was tough, resilient, and yet, I was confident I could find something in this room to cut through them. I was nothing if not resourceful.
By Klara Nolan2 years ago in Chapters
