As Ethan and his companions ventured deeper into the temple's inner sanctum, they found themselves engulfed in darkness—a darkness so thick and suffocating that it seemed to press down upon them like a weight.Their torches flickered weakly, casting long shadows that danced along the walls, their movements eerie and unpredictable. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a foul stench that seemed to seep into their very bones.With each step, their hearts grew heavier, weighed down by the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded them. Fear gnawed at the edges of their minds, threatening to consume them whole.Suddenly, a sound echoed through the darkness—a sound like the distant wail of a lost soul, its mournful cry sending shivers down their spines. They froze, their senses on high alert as they strained to pierce the veil of shadows that lay before them.And then, from the darkness emerged a figure—a figure clad in tattered robes, their face hidden beneath a veil of shadows. Their ey
The next morning, the he was awakened to magnificent city which sprawled out before him, a concrete jungle teeming with life and chaos. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their gleaming glass surfaces reflecting the harsh light of the sun. But amidst the grandeur of the city, in a forgotten corner, lay an 18-year-old boy named Romsey, discarded by the family that had once been his anchor.Romsey, destined by nature's forces to be a curse to the family and people awoke to find himself lying on a tattered mattress, the coarse fabric scratching against his very skin. The room was small and dimly lit, with faded wallpaper peeling at the edges. A solitary window allowed feeble rays of sunlight to filter through, revealing a layer of dust that hung in the air.His eyes fell upon a cracked and faded mirror that hung on the wall opposite the bed. Its glass, marred by years of neglect, revealed fragments of her reflection. It was a mirror that had witnessed countless moments of despair, refl
Even as he walked into the crowd of familiar faces, he did not take off his cloak. Magnus was not one to enjoy the company of people, which was seemingly ironic considering his gift needed him to be around people. Even as he took slow strides, he could still feel eyes staring at him as they struggled to place who the mysterious person in the market was.But deep down, he knew that once he was cloaked, no one really bothered about his existence. This was Forseti and many people could move around, unnoticed. You would have to be a recognised member of the community to be stared at whenever you walked in the marketplace.As he moved around, he let his eyes scurry through the crowd of persons, allowing his mind to be fixated on many of them. Was that the woman from the bread store? Magnus allowed his mind to focus on her and suddenly, he could feel the burning sensation move down his spine. This was how it always felt; sometimes, it was even more intense: burning his insides until his voc
When Freya saw the gown, her eyes had immediately welled up, tears beginning to fall down her beautiful cheeks. On seeing her mother's reaction, Thora had rushed and encircled her in her arms. Thora knew that Freya had not expected Thora to make a gown this beautiful for her as a birthday present.But then, Thora always had a way of surprising people. Thora's friends, Alyssa, Naomi and Joffrey were present, and they fawned in adoration, their eyes not betraying how they felt."Happy birthday, Mother," Thora whispered.Thora and Alyssa had spent the past few days planning a birthday feast for Freya. However, Thora knew it wasn't going to be a feast per se because in the end, it was only going to be Thora and her friends that would be in attendance. Freya did not have many friends in The Central Clan. The clansmen and women always claimed that she questioned the gods, rather than just submit. Of course, Freya was not one to accept anything just the benevolence of the gods, even if she b
She was standing in the woods, her eyes staring into what she could not fathom. It was foggy, and it felt like she was hearing the cries of women in the distance. Thora could not understand what she was listening to but she knew it was calling her closer. She moved towards the sound of the cries, hoping deep down that she was not making a terrible decision. As she moved, she felt a sharp sting in her chest. What was that? Fear? She stifled it immediately, reminding herself that she was a brave young woman."The hearts of the gifted learn to yonder," She heard a deep voice say behind her. She turned to see him and was shocked to see Lord Magnus, standing there, his white linen shining in the dark."Are you ready to yonder, Thora Andersen?" He asked.***Thora jolted from her bed, her breathing accelerated. It was a dream, she sighed. Of course it was. Wiping off the beads of sweat from her face, she stood and moved outside.As she stared at the night sky, all she could think about was
When Thora walked into Lord Magnus's temple, her breath seized for a slight moment. She had never been to the Chief's palace but from the stories she had heard, the palace of the Chief was a magnificent site to behold. But as she walked into Lord Magnus's temple, she wondered if the temple did not surpass the palace a million times.It was all beautiful.As she walked, she could see men and women dressed in white, moving around with materials she would later identify as incense. As she walked, unsure of where to go next, she realized to her disdain that these men and women would pay her no heed. Nevertheless, she forged ahead, hoping she would be able to find Lord Magnus's chamber.Soon enough, she found herself in what she considered to the most luxurious hallway she had ever seen. As she trod carefully, she smiled because she was so connected to this luxury. She noticed that no servants(she would later learn that Magnus called them his scribes) walked here. The quiet was something s
Thora sat there, absorbing the revelation like a sponge soaking up water. The weight of Lord Magnus's words hung heavy in the air, and her mind raced with a myriad of thoughts and questions."You mean my dreams are not just figments of my imagination? They are glimpses of another reality?" Thora finally managed to voice her bewildered thoughts.Lord Magnus nodded, his eyes penetrating hers with an intensity that made her feel exposed. "Exactly, Thora. You possess the rare gift of glimpsing into parallel worlds, other realms beyond our own. Your dreams are windows to these alternate realities."As Thora tried to grasp the enormity of her newfound knowledge, Lord Magnus continued, "This ability is a manifestation of the magic bestowed upon you by the gods. It's a rare and potent gift that can be harnessed for great purposes."Thora's mind whirred with questions. "Why me? Why was I chosen for this gift?"Lord Magnus leaned forward, his presence commanding the room. "The gods work in myst
Thora and Hans, deep in the heart of the temple, pored over the ancient scrolls, their eyes alight with curiosity and determination. The dim candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the worn parchment as they deciphered the prophecies that foretold the fate of Forseti."This passage speaks of a guardian, bound to the heart of the forest," Thora murmured, her voice filled with wonder.Hans nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "It mentions a footprint, left as a mark of its presence. Could it be connected to the visions you've been having?"Thora traced the faded symbols with her fingertips, a sense of urgency stirring within her. "I believe so. These prophecies hold the key to understanding the threads of destiny that bind us to the forest and its secrets."Just then, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and Ethan strode into the chamber, his rugged frame silhouetted against the golden light streaming in from the corridor."Thora, Hans, I've been tracking a peculiar dist