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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 Author's Note
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 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
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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
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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
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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,
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Author's Note
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
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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
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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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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
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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
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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
