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THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 30: THE FORGOTTEN
The air hung heavy with the aftermath of the unsettling encounter. The ghostly fusion of Elara and the malevolent force, guided by the possessed Roselvett, glided away, leaving the trio in a chilling silence. The haunting melody persisted, echoing through the twisted trees, as if the very woods mourned the loss of unity.Vylis, Williams, and Ethan stood in the clearing, their expressions a mix of grief and determination. The journey had taken an unexpected turn, and the enigmatic realms seemed to revel in the chaos unleashed by the malevolence. The footprints of those who dared to defy it now marked a path fraught with darkness."We can't let this be the end," Williams said, his voice filled with a steely resolve. "Elara is still in there, somewhere. We have to find a way to free her."Vylis nodded, his gaze fixed on the path the fused entity had taken. "We must continue. The realms are testing us, but we must not lose sight of our goal."As they ventured deeper into the woods, the at
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 31: Shadows Converge
Later that evening, the enigmatic realms, shrouded in an eerie mist, echoed with the haunting melody that marked the convergence of the friends' journey and the malevolence that lurked within. As they pressed forward, Vylis, the guardian, remained ensnared by ethereal chains of shadow. The air crackled with anticipation, and the friends exchanged worried glances as they left him behind to face the malevolence alone.The spectral figure guided them toward a mystical gateway, a portal that hinted at unknown challenges. Williams, still grappling with the loss of Vylis, spoke with a somber determination. "Whatever lies ahead, we face it for Elara, for Vylis, and for the realms."Stepping through the portal, their surroundings transformed into a surreal landscape. The air felt charged with ancient magic, and the haunting melody played a somber tune that underscored the gravity of their journey. The very ground seemed to pulse with the weight of forgotten tales.Meanwhile, on the other side
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 32: THE SUDDEN RETURN
As Ethan and Williams emerged from the glowing portal, it was as though they had awakened from a dream. The familiar sights of Crestwood surrounded them, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of the ancient trees. However, the city had changed since their departure. Tension hung in the air, and the once vibrant village seemed on the verge of forgetting their existence.The villagers, going about their daily lives, appeared startled by the sudden return of the adventurers. Ethan and Williams exchanged perplexed glances, realizing that the trials in the enigmatic realms might have altered the fabric of Crestwood itself.Mayor Elara, with a mix of relief and concern, approached them. "Ethan, Williams, you've returned, but Crestwood has changed. It's as if time moved differently here."Ethan furrowed his brow, "How long were we gone?"Elara hesitated, "Months, maybe even years. The village had given up hope. We thought you were lost to the realms."The haunting melody, now a distant echo i
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 33: A NEW DAWN
As Ethan stepped out into the morning light, the weight of the realms' mysteries clung to him like a shadow. The haunting melody, still lingering in the air, seemed to echo the unanswered questions that reverberated within him. Weakness tugged at his limbs, a testament to the toll the enigmatic journey had taken. He found solace beneath the giant tree, its ancient branches providing a sense of shelter amid the uncertainties. The footprints, etched into the fabric of Crestwood, sprawled around him like an intricate puzzle. Ethan mused aloud, "I've never seen anything as mysterious as these footprints in my lifetime." His mind, a labyrinth of thoughts, delved into the enigma of Roselvett, the malevolent force that intertwined with the tale of the footprints. The fate of those who succumbed to the realms' trials weighed heavily on his conscience, and the path forward seemed obscured by the lingering mysteries. Williams, sensing Ethan's contemplation, approached and greeted him. Stretch
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 34: BEYOND THE PORTAL
That same evening, the sky got darker, One of the villagers stepped out to see what is becoming of Crestwood, he hears a sound from the hallway, the movement of several men, but from a distance approaching him was a woman, her hair long as the furs from a horse's tail, her steps counted as she walks majestically, a sudden sound bleaks through the hallway, like the whooting of a dove, he turns to check what that could be, and like the flash of light, the woman who was approaching him couldn't be seen anymore. As the villager cautiously tiptoed through the darkened hallway, the ominous silence pressed against his ears like a heavy shroud. The mysterious woman, who had vanished as quickly as a fleeting dream, left an unsettling air in her wake.The beam of his torch flickered nervously, casting long, distorted shadows on the walls that seemed to dance with the unseen forces of the night. The villager's heart pounded in his chest, each step echoing in the eerie stillness of Crestwood."
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 35: THE WHOLE SHARE
In the aftermath of that fateful night, Crestwood lay cloaked in an eerie stillness. The bloodstained villager, tormented by the inexplicable encounter, found himself caught in a web of relentless nightmares that blurred the lines between reality and the supernatural.As dawn reluctantly brushed away the remnants of darkness, the village awoke to a palpable tension lingering in the air. Whispers of the mysterious woman's visit circulated like a chilling wind, leaving the villagers uneasy and casting a shadow over their once-tranquil lives.The bloodstained villager, haunted by the cryptic words and the stain that clung to him, became an unintentional harbinger of an impending unknown. His tale spread through Crestwood like wildfire, becoming a whispered legend that echoed in the hushed conversations of villagers gathered in small groups.In the heart of Crestwood, the village elders convened, their faces etched with concern. Rumors of an ancient curse, dormant for generations, resurfa
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 36: SHIFTING SHADOWS
As the bloodstained villager and the mysterious woman vanished within the radiant embrace of the convergence, Crestwood stirred with an anticipation laced with trepidation. Unbeknownst to the villagers, a transformation had been set in motion, and the enigmatic realms cast their influence over the once-familiar paths and dwellings.In the village square, where the elders lingered in contemplative silence, the air crackled with an energy that whispered of unseen forces at play. The sage, her eyes still closed in communion with the mystical energies, sensed the threads of destiny weaving intricate patterns throughout Crestwood.Meanwhile, Roselvett, the mysterious woman with hair like the furs of a horse's tail, emerged from the convergence with a changed visage. She walked through the village, her steps measured and purposeful, as if she wore the veil of the enigmatic realms as a second skin. Her features shifted subtly, a dance of shadows playing across her face, rendering her both ca
THE FOOTPRINTS. Journey of no return. CHAPTER 37: THE CLARION CALL
On a fateful day, after the shifts of shadows, it seemed as if the sun itself had become a reluctant witness to the unfolding horrors in Crestwood. The playground, once echoing with the laughter of children, now stood void of any youthful presence. The scorching sun mercilessly sent its rays to sear the land, casting an oppressive heat upon the village.The elders of Crestwood, burdened by the weight of the enigmatic footprints that lingered like a haunting specter, converged in somber contemplation. The village square, once a gathering place for joyous exchanges, now bore witness to the gravity of their collective concern.Chief Harland, his furrowed brow a testament to the challenges that beset Crestwood, addressed the gathered elders. "The mysteries that shroud our village persist, and the footprints of the enigmatic realms leave an indelible mark. The scorching daylight, much like the night, now bears witness to the unsettling presence that lingers among us."Elder Miriam, her eye
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CHAPTER 134: THE INVINCIBLES ENDING
The dragon hovering over them lunged forward, Khalodi was flexible and skilled. He pushed them to the opposite direction while backflipping swiftly. The arrows passed his head ‘phew phew’ before he landed. Before they knew it, it was a sunny day. He dragon first tanned the skins but before giving them a hot bath. Zamorah didn't delay, he swiftly charged forward with anything that he picked first he used to define and smite the enemy.Khalodi had tried but it wasn't enough to save Rafi. One of the arrows caught him, this time in a place that he would have to lose the battle to death, his neck. He laid down in throbbing pain, there was no coming back whatsoever from this battle, death had won the battle over this life. Swiftfox was lucky, only a flesh wound on her arm as she struggled to safety watching the warriors exchange blows and iron clanging sounds reverberating the castle walls. She squeezed her arm and rolled under the dinning table. Zamorah, a man you could rely on when it w
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CHAPTER 133: IT'S WHITE OUTSIDE, ITS LIES INSIDE
His brother was down; he took it personally. He had to fight for redemption now. Aliyah looked like she had just won a lottery, he was about to wipe away that smile. With his bow and arrow and his dragon, he was going to destroy her no matter what it took. Brotherhood and family was a concept he didn't joke with.He didn't even let them regroup, he sent arrows flying into their side landing on several chests. While he was at that the dragon spread his wings and rained fire down on the witches, giving them no room to heal.Zamorah's mind was lost in a web of thoughts as they walked, his eyes darting nervously from side to side. If only they knew that there was no Lateefah and the twins now dragons etched to destroy him, he would wake up from his fantasy. It was just a ploy to make him gain absolute control over them. Khal Duraho was not a man with an aota of mercy or compassion, once you are wrong you face the consequences of your actions. So definitely if he had Lateefah and the twins
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CHAPTER 132: YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING
They rushed down to see what was happening at the castle’s ground floor. Zamorah instructed, “ keep an eye on him, let see what happening down there. Let's go!”Khalodi, Marx, Bonkey, Pronto and some other senior cadet members joined Zamorah. They scaled through the staircases with precision wondering who it was. Khalodi didn't wonder, he knew it was Khal Duraho. Underestimating Khal Duraho was like giving less credit to a snake in a room. If that snake wasn't confirmed dead, one should not sleep in the room because if you do, you may not tell the story to another. He played the chess move, he had only the queen and two pawns but he wanted to checkmate the other side who had the queen, knights bishops, rooks and a number of pawns. With the right strategy, he aimed at a stalemate if checkmate wasn't feasible. Khal Duraho was still so much in this battle!The first torch went out, then there was pandemonium. General Silver smiled, he wished Henry was present to witness the plan working
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CHAPTER 131: WHO IS ON THE LORD'S SIDE?
Aliyah stood at the edge of the camp, her eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of Zamorah's camp in the distance. The night breeze caressed her face, soothing her weary soul. This was the last night she would be ruled, the last night she would live as a subordinate. She was vindictive and would wreck vengeance on all giants, she didn't care whether they were all at fault or there was a particular group, she wanted all to suffer. As for the humans, that was Roosevelt's decision. She didn't have control over that besides she was a human, she wouldn't naturally want to hurt themThe night breeze whispered secrets as Aliyah stood at the edge of the camp basking in the moon's silver light. She snickered when she saw Olga, the runaway recalcitrant.She was determined that the transition from night to morning will begin new chapter in her life. She was no longer to be ruled but the ruler of her own destiny.As the darkness slowly faded away, giving birth to faint streaks of golden light, Aliyah
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CHAPTER 130: THE PREPARED MEETS THE CUNNING IN BATTLE
What happens when you walk around with a group of friends who are armed with swords and all? You should feel like no fiery darts can harm you. What happens when you walk around with a lion? You feel secured, I'm not sure if you feel better with your armed friends or with a lion, perhaps we can never know because one lion may equal ten men. But what happens when you walk around with a dragon? Lions don't fly neither do humans. Dragons spit fires and humans don't, do lions do? Then we wanna talk about strength, maybe a lion is stronger but the peculiar attributes of a dragon give it's an edge. It was the most confident stride he had taken in a long while. After seeing it's capabilities, he felt Khal Duraho didn't stand a chance.Zamorah and his men stood at the edge of the underground tunnel, their excitement palpable in the cold night air. They had been planning this attack for so many days and now the time had come.Zamorah could feel a surge of power coursing through his veins as
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CHAPTER 129: WHEN YOU'RE NOT ADVANTAGED ANYMORE
It was the second night without his priced possession in his chambers. It was happening too fast. Funny thing is that as much as he hated it he couldn't execute all his guards. How incompetent were they? To let one man and weakly pertulant female get through them and elope from the castle. Now he was desolate, with no one to trust and no one to rely on. Khal Duraho stood in front of his balcony, his heart racing in his chest. He had been restless for days, his mind consumed with thoughts of Khalodi and Marx. The two men had managed to evade capture for far too long, and Khal Duraho was determined to show them what he was made of.The balcony became small all of a sudden, it couldn't contain him. His heart alone was getting bigger than the vast space. He had no leads, he had failed woefully. He knew they laughed at him secretly and it pained him so much. How smart was Khalodi ? What was the limit to his deception? He had deceived him down to the night of his escape. Life was indeed no
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CHAPTER 128: ALL HANDS ON DECK
In the depths of the ancient forest, where the trees stood tall and proud, a circle of witches gathered beneath the light of the full moon. Their faces were illuminated by the flickering flames of their torches as they stood in solemn silence, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.They had sensed the shift in the balance of power, felt the ripple of magic that had swept through the forest like a whisper on the wind. And now, as they watched the babies transform into dragons, they knew that their time had come.With a sense of purpose that bordered on obsession, the witches set to work, gathering their ingredients and preparing their spells. They knew that the dragons were a force to be reckoned with, creatures of immense power and strength. But they were not afraid, for they wielded a power of their own – a power that had been passed down through generations, a power that had been honed and refined over centuries of study and practice.As the dragons took flight and dis
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CHAPTER 127: Williams AND THE BORN TWINS
Williams was reluctant about it. He had suffered enough for this children. Now they wanted him to gove them out?“I have just escaped the ungodly hands of the ruthless Khal Duraho. And I promise you, whatever you saw here, it might only be worse compared to what the king has in mind for this group here.” Khalodi had a black look, trying to show the urgency of the help he needed.His decision mattered but he was all for the victory of the team. He didn't want any harm to reach his child but life was a risk. Even in his arms, the child could be harmed. Ethan thought otherwise they were warriors and they fought as well, Ethan persuaded him to profee solution to the problem at hand and finally he agreed. All hands were on deck as everyone was busy with what will bring them to success. Caitlyn, a skilled healer and caretaker would tend to the wounds of the fallen in battle. Cassandra after arriving with the veteran witch will head the medical unit and perform her duty well.He had read
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CHAPTER 126: METAMORPHOSIS
Rafi had never had anyone ask about him. He always seemed inconsequential and for someone to notice him, then there was a liking. Not that he wasn't all what the women would want or need, but he was a mere guard and guards never got that special treatment. He didn't know Caitlyn had something for Rafi, that means he made a good first impression. Rafi my man, why are you not here to see your first crush? He imagined shaking him in their traditional way, Rafi was like a brother and amongst all other wonderful characteristics in which he possessed, he was fun!O poor Rafi, he hoped he was still alive. He sacrificed a lot for them to be there. He wasn't where he was without him, he was a crucial part of his journey. If Khal Duraho was smart, he won't kill him, he will use him to get to them. He didn't mind that as far as it made a possibility for him to be alive. Bul Khal Duraho always never thought with his brain, his actions were mostly by impulse and it lacked firm reasoning.Caitlyn r
