Lahat ng Kabanata ng MAGICAL RIVALRY: Hearts ON Ice (FATE AND DESIRE S1): Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

“The ice remembers every destiny carved- every victory, every defeat, every rivalry, even two hearts that seems to beat as one--even hearts on ice”YEAR 3000, MONTH OF JULY, 21ST DAY“Welcome back to Day One of the Annual Arcane Ice Hockey World Cup! And folks brace yourselves. Because this is the match everyone’s been waiting for.” The voice of the announcer boomed through the arena, resounding over twenty thousand screaming fans and millions watching from home."Demidov versus Kensington. Russia versus USA, Moscow vs. Chicago.Two of the biggest names, two of the brightest talents.Two men who utterly, without question despise each other's guts.”Hearing this, Lian tried to hold back his laughter as he stretched near the boards. "Hate each other? Yeah. Sure." He thought sounding sarcastic then eventually sighed. How many years has it been? Two years? Two years of sneaking into hotel rooms, empty locker rooms, dark hallways or their own penthouses. Two years of biting back smiles on

"An anchor and a support of a family is what we need in our journey too. It can uplift and even motivate us." >>THE SAME DAYROSEN AETHERFROST ARENA, BOSTON, ILLINOIS, USAThousands of miles away, the Rosen Aetherfrost Arena in Chicago hummed with a different kind of electricity altogether. The Rosen Aetherfrost Arena rose like a cathedral of glass and steel, its vaulted ceiling humming with enchantments meant to regulate magic, sound, and temperature. Navy banners trimmed in ice silver and crimson rippled above the stands, while the Chicago Frost Titans' junior team took to the ice, blades carving clean arcs across the freshly laid rink.Seventeen-year-old Lian Mateo Alonzo-Kensington adjusted his gloves at center ice, taking in the chill, charmed air. Beneath his skates, the faint, controlled hum of ice-speed magic vibrated like a pulse, synchronized with his heartbeat. It wasn't overwhelming, just eno

"Defeat is inevitable for it is a part of life. But the lesson we learned in that is a priceless treasure we can grasp and something that can be useful as we go on in our lives.""Soulmates, is that even real? This pull that we can feel with someone is it fate?" >> “Fuck you, kid! Don’t make me look bad!” O’Connor shouted, slamming a Volkov defender into the boards. “Thanks, asshole,” Lian muttered. “Skate your fucking ass, Kensington!” Carter barked, fire flaring. Volkov ran a coordinated powerplay. Zharov slipped past Tanaka, Kuznetsov flanked Kensington, and Demidov controlled the puck with deadly efficiency. Vasiliev and Ivanov ran attack coordination; Sokolov and Lebedev covered the lines, while Morozov's defense kept Lian in check. Another deft flick of the puck, another feint, and Viktor Petrov's glove was beaten. In Denver, Moscow had come and claimed the win on neutral territory as Lian's f