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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
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Nine
The clash of the Dragon Sword and the Blade of Shadow echoed across the fractured battlefield. Sparks of light and darkness danced like fireflies, illuminating the chasm’s edge where Gideon and Lysandra fought. Each strike carried the weight of their shared history, a bond now fractured by fate.“You think you can stop me, brother?” Lysandra hissed, her blade searing through the air. “You can barely hold yourself together.”Gideon gritted his teeth, deflecting her attack and countering with a sweeping strike that forced her back. “If it means saving the world, I’ll do whatever it takes even if it means stopping you.”Her laughter was a mix of pain and derision. “You’ve always been so naive. You think the world deserves saving? Look at what they’ve done to us, to our family. To you.”Her words pierced deeper than her blade ever could. Memories of the life they had shared before the academy flooded Gideon’s mind nights spent stargazing, sharing dreams of a future far removed from war an
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Ten
Dear Readers,Thank you so much for choosing to read my novel! It’s been an incredible journey creating this world and its characters, and I’m thrilled to share it with all of you. Your support means everything to me, and I’m constantly striving to make the story as thrilling, emotional, and engaging as possible.If you’re enjoying the story, please don’t forget to leave a comment, review, or give it a like. Your feedback not only motivates me but also helps other readers discover the novel. Let me know your favorite characters, theories, or what you hope to see next!I promise there are plenty of twists, turns, and epic moments ahead. Buckle up, and let’s dive deeper into this adventure together!Stay tuned for updates, and don’t hesitate to share your thoughts. Together, let’s make this story unforgettable!With gratitude,Godspower Gabriel
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Eleven
The air in the knights academy was still, an uneasy quiet hanging over the land. The world felt different, as though it had shifted in the wake of the Dark Lord's disappearance. The fear that had once gripped the realm seemed to have receded, but an unsettling emptiness remained. Lysandra was gone, she was swallowed by the abyss, and with her, the promise of an end to the chaos that had consumed the kingdoms. But the silence was not a comfort. It was the silence of something waiting to break.Gideon stood at the edge of the academy grounds. He could feel the weight of the Shard of Dawn in his hand, though its light had dimmed in the days since the battle. It felt as though the sword’s power was fading, leaving him with a hollow sense of dread. And yet, that wasn’t what weighed on him most. The other nations, the ones already ravaged by the Dark Lord’s forces, kept him awake at night. He couldn’t shake the thought of those who had suffered, those who still needed help.“I should leave,
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter twelve
The journey to Anadora was marked by an unnatural silence. Gideon rode in grim contemplation, his mind churning with dread and a desperate hope that the messenger had exaggerated. Beside him, Seraphina remained quiet, her presence a small comfort. Even the forests they passed seemed muted, as though the land itself mourned the Dark Lord’s latest atrocity.As they drew closer, a faint acrid smell reached them a mix of smoke and ash. Gideon’s horse snorted nervously, its unease mirroring his own. He tightened his grip on the reins, a cold knot twisting in his chest.“It might not be as bad as they said,” Seraphina ventured softly, though the doubt in her voice betrayed her words.Gideon didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The dread pressed harder with each step, each mile bringing him closer to the place he once called home.When the outskirts of Anadora finally came into view, Gideon’s worst fears were realized. The once-thriving village was now a graveyard of smoldering ruins. Blackened bea
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Thirteen
The air around them was heavy, the oppressive darkness clinging to their skin like a second shadow. Gideon stared at the figure before them, its form flickering like a flame caught in the wind. It was neither beast nor man, and the unnatural stillness it carried sent chills down his spine. The bracelet on Gideon’s wrist grew warm, its faint glow pulsing steadily. Whatever this creature was, it wasn’t of this world. Beside him, Seraphina tightened her grip on her sword, her knuckles white. “Gideon,” she said quietly, her voice laced with unease. “This isn’t just another minion of the Dark Lord.” “I know,” he replied, his gaze never leaving the figure. “Stay close.” Jareth snorted, stepping forward with his sword drawn. “Close? You’re supposed to be the chosen one. Shouldn’t you have a plan for this kind of thing?” “Not the time, Jareth,” Seraphina snapped, shooting him a glare. “Fine,” Jareth muttered, his eyes narrowing at the figure. “But if you freeze up, don’t expect me
THE DRAGON SWORD Chapter Fourteen
The northern kingdom was even more imposing than Gideon had imagined. Towering spires of stone and iron reached for the sky, their sharp edges reflecting the pale sunlight. A bustling city lay at its feet, its streets teeming with merchants, travelers, and guards clad in gleaming armor. Gideon couldn’t shake the sense of familiarity, it was exactly as he’d seen in his vision. “This is it,” Gideon said, his voice tinged with determination. Seraphina nodded beside him, her gaze scanning the crowded streets. “If the boy from your vision is here, we’ll find him.” Jareth, however, seemed less enthusiastic. “In a place this big? It’s like searching for a needle in a haystack.” Gideon ignored his skepticism and pressed forward. They began asking around, starting with shopkeepers and passersby, describing the boy from the vision. “He has a wild look,” Gideon explained to a merchant stacking crates of dried fish. “Messy hair, piercing eyes. He’s not from around here, but there’s somet
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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
Chapter Twenty Five
The night was still, but an unsettling quiet hung over the House. Lucinda paced back and forth, her violet eyes darting nervously to the window of the house it every few moments. Seraphina was seated near the entrance, her staff resting across her lap, while Jareth leaned against one of the a wooden crate, arms crossed and expression skeptical.Gideon sat on the floor, his back straight and his gaze fixed on the witch who had just guided him through the strange vision. He was still processing the revelation about King Aden and the dark lord’s creatures when an unfamiliar sound broke through the silence.A faint shuffle. The crunch of boots on dirt. The unmistakable clink of armor.Gideon’s head snapped up, and Seraphina tightened her grip on her staff. Jareth straightened, drawing his sword halfway from its sheath.“What was that?” Kai asked, his voice tense as he looked around the dimly lit tent.The sound grew louder, closer. Lucinda froze in place, her face pale.“It can’t be,” she
Chapter Twenty-Four
The witch’s house was unnervingly quiet, the kind of silence that makes even the most courageous heart waver. Gideon stood rooted to the spot, his companions behind him exchanging uncertain glances. The witch, seated cross-legged on the floor, motioned for him to sit in front of her.“Come, child,” she said, her voice steady, low, and filled with an ancient weight. “Your journey is riddled with shadows. Let us lift some of them, even if only briefly.”Gideon hesitated for a moment, then lowered himself onto the floor before her. His legs folded beneath him, his hands resting on his knees. He glanced at his companions: Seraphina, whose grip on her staff betrayed her concern; Jareth, standing with his arms crossed, an expression of skepticism on his face; Kai, pacing nervously near the tent flap; and Lucinda, who stood quietly, her violet eyes watching the scene unfold.“Will he be safe?” Seraphina asked, her voice edged with worry.The witch looked up, her sharp gaze meeting Seraphina
Chapter twenty-Three
The air was tense as Gideon and his companions huddled in the cramped cellar of an abandoned building on the outskirts of Ravenhelm. Flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the walls, and the sound of distant guards patrolling the streets reminded them of the danger lurking outside. Since their escape from the king’s palace, they had been on the run, each step weighed down by the bounty now placed on their heads. Lucinda sat cross-legged on the dirt floor, her dark hair falling into her face as she studied the room in silence. Jareth paced in tight circles, muttering curses under his breath, while Seraphina leaned against the wall, her staff resting at her side, her keen eyes scanning the room as if anticipating an attack. Kai sat quietly, looking at his hands, as if replaying the chaos of the palace in his mind. Gideon, seated on a crate, stared intently at Lucinda, his brows furrowed in thought. “We can’t keep hiding like this,” Gideon said finally, breaking the silence. “The
