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THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter One
Gideon Justiceborn stood by the frost-covered window of the barracks, his breath misting in the cold mountain air. Beyond the cracked stone walls, the moon cast its silver glow over the academy’s training grounds, revealing scars etched into the earth by countless drills and battles. A year ago, Gideon had been a farmer’s son, his days spent tending fields and dreaming of heroics told in the village square. Now, his hands bore the calluses of a sword, and his dreams felt distant, buried beneath the grueling trials of the White Knight Academy.The academy was nothing like the stories his mother had told him. Songs of valor and banquets of triumph gave way to endless bruises, sleepless nights, and the sharp sting of failure. For every knight who emerged victorious, dozens faltered, their dreams shattered by the academy’s brutal reality.“Still pretending to belong, Justiceborn?”The voice sliced through Gideon’s thoughts like a blade. He turned to see Jareth Holyblade leaning lazily in
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Two
The sky above the battlements churned like a storm of fire and shadow. Lightning streaked across the heavens, illuminating the jagged fissure that had split the ground. Gideon Justiceborn tightened his grip on the Dragon Sword, its radiant light clashing with the dark, seething energy of the blade wielded by the woman before him.She stood as an enigma fierce, commanding, and unsettlingly familiar. Her obsidian armor glinted in the eerie glow, and the Blade of Shadow in her hand seemed to drink the light around it. Her smile was sharp and calculating, but her crimson eyes betrayed something deeper: recognition.“Brother,” she said again, the word dripping with both mockery and strange affection. “Do you feel it? The bond that ties us? The truth that neither Roderic nor your precious academy dared to tell you?”Gideon’s chest burned where the mark had appeared, pulsing in rhythm with the tension in the air. He felt a pull toward her, as though the very forces of fate were entwining the
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Three
The aftermath of the battle left the White Knight Academy in a fragile silence. The fissure that had split the battlements now loomed like a dark scar, the acrid smell of smoke still lingering in the air. Gideon stood at its edge, his knuckles white as he gripped the Dragon Sword. The mark on his chest pulsed faintly, as though alive and waiting.But for what?“Justiceborn,” Roderic’s voice was stern but laden with weariness. “We need to talk. Now.”Gideon turned, his mind still replaying Lysandra’s words. Roderic’s face, usually unreadable, betrayed the weight of unspoken truths. Without a word, Gideon followed him through the rubble-strewn halls to the inner sanctum a chamber few knights ever saw.Roderic lit the braziers along the walls, casting flickering light over the room’s contents. Ancient tapestries told stories of battles long past, and shelves overflowed with dusty tomes. At the center of the room stood a pedestal, and upon it lay a single object: a fragment of a shattered
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Four
The collapse of the Wailing Caverns was a deafening cacophony of stone and shadow. Gideon sprinted through the crumbling tunnels, the black crystal clutched tightly in his hand. The Dragon Sword flickers erratically at his side, its once-steady glow dimmed, as if recoiling from the artifact’s dark energy.The mark on his chest burned hotter with every step, pulling him forward like an unseen guide. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his legs trembling from exertion, but the instinct to survive overpowered his fatigue.As he rounded a final corner, the exit loomed ahead, a faint glimmer of moonlight cutting through the suffocating dark. With a desperate leap, he burst into the open air just as the entrance caved in behind him, a wall of dust and debris billowing out in his wake.Gideon staggered to his knees, coughing and clutching the crystal. Its surface pulsed rhythmically, emitting a faint, sinister hum that resonated in his bones. He stared at it, unease gnawing at his gut. What ha
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Five
The academy bells rang out like a desperate cry, their resonance shaking the walls. The sound of armored boots echoed through the halls as knights scrambled to their posts. Gideon stood frozen in the courtyard, his thoughts a tempest. The vision of the academy’s fall still burned in his mind.“You can’t hesitate now, Gideon!” Roderic’s voice snapped him from his trance. The commander stood at his side, his sword drawn and face hard as stone. “This is what the academy prepared you for.”Gideon swallowed hard and nodded, gripping the Dragon Sword tightly. But as the blade hummed faintly in his hand, he couldn’t shake the ominous weight of his sister’s words.The enemy forces spread across the horizon like a dark tide, their banners marked with the sigil of the Dark Lord a gnarled black tree with crimson roots. Above them, winged creatures circled, their screeches chilling the air. At the forefront stood Lysandra, her obsidian armor shimmering in the pale light.“Brothers and sisters of
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter six
Gideon sat on the edge of his cot in the barracks, the hum of the Dragon Sword echoing faintly from where it rested beside him. The battle was over for now. The academy still stood, but the cracks in its foundation were deeper than ever.The mark on his chest throbbed like a second heartbeat, a constant reminder of the path ahead. He couldn’t stop replaying the vision: the wasteland, the throne of bones, and the Dark Lord’s voice like cold steel against his soul.“Gideon,” Roderic’s voice broke through his thoughts. The commander stood in the doorway, his face lined with exhaustion but his eyes sharp. “Come with me. There’s something you need to see.”The war council gathered in the Great Hall, its towering stone walls bearing the scars of centuries of conflict. Around the table sat the academy’s leaders seasoned knights, mages, and strategists. The air was heavy with tension.“We can’t afford another assault like this,” said Sir Aldrin, the academy’s master strategist. “The enemy’s
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter seven
Gideon blinked against the blinding golden light, his senses reeling as the vast plain solidified around him. The grass beneath his boots shimmered like liquid sunlight, and the sky above was an endless expanse of radiant gold. In the distance stood the figure in golden armor, its presence both awe-inspiring and ominous.“Where am I?” Gideon asked, gripping the Dragon Sword tightly.“This is the Veil of Eternity,” the figure said, its voice echoing as if spoken by countless others. “A place where souls are tested, and destinies are forged.”Gideon’s gaze narrowed. “Why am I here? I didn’t choose this.”The figure stepped closer, the ground beneath its feet glowing with each step. “You hold the Dragon Sword. You bear the mark. Fate has chosen you, Gideon Justiceborn. But whether you accept your role or not is up to you.”A fissure opened in the ground before Gideon, dark and yawning. From its depths, voices whispered pleas, threats, promises. He staggered back, the mark on his chest bu
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Eight
The Ashen Wastes were a desolate expanse of gray, the horizon shrouded in a perpetual haze that blurred the line between earth and sky. Gideon’s boots crunched on the brittle ground as he led Roderic and Seraphina deeper into the uncharted lands. The Shard of Dawn pulsed faintly in his hand, its light barely penetrating the gloom.“Keep moving,” Roderic urged, his voice low but firm. “They’ll track us if we stop.”Gideon cast a wary glance over his shoulder, half-expecting Lysandra’s monstrous steed to emerge from the haze. “How much further until we’re safe?”Roderic didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened, and for the first time, Gideon saw unease in the commander’s eyes. “There’s no safety here. Only distance.”The words sent a chill through Gideon, but he pushed on, the weight of the Dragon Sword and the Shard a constant reminder of what was at stake.Hours passed, the group navigating through crumbled ruins and jagged ravines that scarred the Wastes. Seraphina walked beside
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The path stretched endlessly before them, shrouded in a thick, swirling mist. The trees that lined either side loomed tall and menacing, their twisted branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The air was eerily still, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Gideon walked ahead, his eyes scanning around. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, though he knew a blade would do little against the kind of danger that lurked in this forsaken place. His companions followed closely behind, their expressions tense. Jareth exhaled loudly. “You know, I’ve heard stories about this place,” he said, his voice breaking the silence. Kai groaned. “Please, not another one of your stories.” Lucinda smirked. “Oh, let him speak, Kai. At least if we die, we’ll be entertained on the way.” Jareth grinned. “Glad someone appreciates my wisdom. Now, as I was saying this path was once home to a group of royal soldiers, the elite warriors of King Aerioneth. They were known as t
Chapter Thirty-three
Gideon walked along a narrow, lonely path, the silence pressing down on him like a heavy weight. His breath came in slow, steady puffs as he scanned his surroundings. The air was thick with mist, curling low against the damp earth. The trees on either side stretched high into the sky, their twisted branches forming eerie, jagged shapes in the darkness.Then—A movement.Gideon’s heart stilled for a fraction of a second.There, just ahead, an image stood at the edge of the path.The girl.The same girl he had seen before.Her long white dress swayed slightly, even though there was no wind. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, partially covering her face.Gideon’s pulse quickened.Without thinking, he took a step forward. Then another.She turned.And ran.“No! Wait!” Gideon called, breaking into a sprint.His boots pounded against the ground as he chased after her. The trees blurred past him, the mist swirling around his legs. She moved like a whisper, always just out of reach, h
Chapter Thirty-two
“Gideon!”Seraphina’s voice cut through the night, urgent and filled with relief.Gideon turned just as she and the others, Jareth, Kai and Lucinda, emerged from the dense trees, their faces illuminated by the pale glow of the moon. Leaves crunched beneath their hurried footsteps as they approached him.“There you are!” Jareth huffed, placing his hands on his knees. “Do you have any idea how long we’ve been looking for you?”“Where did you go?” Kai added, frowning. “One minute you were with us, the next you vanished.”Gideon exhaled, his thoughts still reeling from everything he had seen. “I saw her,” he said.Lucinda’s eyes narrowed. “Her?”“The girl from the forest,” he clarified. “And…” He hesitated, knowing the weight of his next words. “I saw Lord Roderick.”Seraphina stiffened. The change in her was immediate. Her shoulders tensed, her expression darkened, and she averted her gaze.“I saw My father too,” she said softly.The sadness in her voice was unmistakable. Without another
Chapter Thiry-One
Seraphina’s heart was pounding as she ventured deeper into the forest. The silence that surrounded her seemed to press in on all sides, suffocating her thoughts. She had been searching for hours, calling out for Gideon, but there had been no sign of him. The others were nowhere to be seen either.As she moved, her boots crunching on the forest floor, a sudden noise made her freeze in her tracks. The sound was faint at first, like a whisper carried on the wind. But then it grew louder, more distinct. It was a voice, one she recognized.“Seraphina…”Her breath caught in her throat. She turned slowly, her eyes scanning the trees around her. There, standing under a tall oak tree, was a figure she had not seen in years. Her father.“Father?” she whispered, taking a hesitant step toward him.He stood tall, his arms crossed over his chest, a disappointed look on his face. “I can’t believe you chose this path,” he said, his voice cold. “The Knights, Seraphina? You were meant for more than thi
Chapter Thirty
Gideon and his companions trudged down the winding path from the hilltop, the looming shadow of Ravenhelm fading into the horizon behind them. The group had barely rested after the night’s events, but there was no time to waste. Gideon’s vision of the girl consumed his thoughts, the memory of her golden hair and the fox on her shoulder vivid in his mind.“We’re close to the village,” Seraphina said, pointing ahead. “It’s small, but someone here might know something about the girl.”Gideon nodded, his jaw set with determination. “We’ll ask everyone if we have to. Someone has to know.”Kai, walking a little behind them, yawned loudly. “And if no one knows? What then?”“Then we keep searching,” Gideon said firmly, glancing over his shoulder. “We don’t give up.”The village came into view as they rounded a bend. It was quaint, with narrow cobblestone streets and tightly packed cottages. Smoke curled from chimneys, and villagers bustled about, carrying baskets of goods or chatting in small
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“They attacked the Knights Academy,” Gideon said, breaking the heavy silence as he gazed at the campfire. His voice was low, almost hollow, but it carried the weight of everything he’d been holding back since reading Lord Roderick’s letter.Jareth looked up sharply, his lute forgotten. “What?”Gideon nodded, staring into the flames. “It happened days ago. Dark creatures breached the academy. They came out of nowhere, slaughtering knights in their wake.” His hands tightened into fists on his knees. “Lord Roderick was injured. Badly.”Seraphina, sitting closest to him, reached out a hand. “Gideon...”“I should’ve been there,” he said, cutting her off, his voice filled with regret. “If I had known sooner, I could’ve fought alongside them. I could’ve—” He stopped himself, the words choking in his throat.“You couldn’t have known,” Seraphina said softly. “Don’t do this to yourself.”Kai, who had been leaning against a tree, looked confused. “Who’s Lord Roderick?” he asked, glancing between
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The hills stretched before them, bathed in the silvery glow of moonlight. Ravenhelm was visible in the distance, its smoky remnants clawing at the starless sky, a grim reminder of the battle they had just left behind. The fires from the attack still flickered faintly, making the city appear like a wound on the landscape. Gideon’s eyes lingered on the scene, his thoughts tangled in the revelations of the past days.Their camp was modest, tucked among the hills to avoid detection. A faint breeze rustled through the grass, carrying with it the distant howls of wolves. Jareth sat by the fire, strumming a lute he had purchased in Ravenhelm. The soft, melodic notes provided an eerie contrast to the unsettling quiet of the night.Lucinda, perched on a fallen log, leaned closer to the firelight, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Did I ever tell you the tale of the Shadow-Walkers?” she asked, her voice low and conspiratorial.Kai, who had been poking at the embers with a stick, froze. “Sh
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The darkened skies were lit with the crackling bursts of Seraphina’s magic and Kai’s glowing fists as the fight against the dark demons raged on. The leader of the horde a towering demon with obsidian wings and a gnarled blade pulsating with malevolent energy screeched commands to its minions, directing their fury toward the city.Jareth’s sword clanged against a demon’s claws as he shouted, “Gideon, we can’t keep this up forever!”Gideon swung the Dragon Sword in a wide arc, the blade igniting with radiant energy that seared through the ranks of the approaching demons. “We hold the line! They cannot breach the city!”The leader of the dark demons roared, its voice echoing with unearthly menace. It dove from the sky, aiming directly at Gideon, who stood firm, the Dragon Sword glowing brighter as if sensing the magnitude of the threat.“Gideon, look out!” Seraphina shouted, sending a bolt of magic that narrowly missed the demon leader.The massive creature swung its blade at Gideon,
Chapter Twenty-Six
The city was shrouded in a tense silence as Gideon, his companions, and the king’s guards stood in the courtyard, chained and surrounded. But suddenly, a deafening roar shattered the stillness, shaking the ground beneath their feet.Far above, dark, winged shapes soared across the sky, blocking out the moonlight. The creatures were massive, with scales like molten iron, wings that spanned the width of entire buildings, and eyes that glowed like burning coals. They swooped in toward the city, their wings flapping in unison like a storm that had come to ravage everything in its path.Gideon’s eyes widened in disbelief as the creatures descended. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. These weren’t mere demons they were the same creatures he had seen in his vision. The ones who served the dark lord.King Aden, pale and trembling, stood frozen in place, his hand raised as if trying to halt the inevitable onslaught. “No! This is not what you promised!” he shouted, but the creatur
