Novel & Cerita 1st Chronicles Chapter 1

“You will go forth and risk your pathetic, mundane lives for true freedom. Freedom not bound by any laws or unspoken rules set by the universe itself. You are on the outside now. The only god you will bow down to is Legacy, who feeds on the gratitude through the use of your new authority and position in power. If you are lucky enough to win, you are forever bound by Legacy. We only ask that of you.” The crowd started cheering and clapping as Toby turned away, stepping back into place next to Arthur and Maddox. This was a signal for Rhys to step forward to announce the rules. When Rhys was front and center, he raised his hand, and the crowd grew quiet. This little action was enough to warrant

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He took Elara’s tiny, sticky hand, guided a pencil into her fist, and helped her make a single, wobbly, triumphant mark on the paper. It was a smudge. A scribble. A beginning. “There,” he said softly. “Chapter One.” The Keeper’s Almanac, Volume One, was complete. Its story was one of defense, of repair, of quiet joy. Volume Two had just begun with a baby’ first mark. Its story was yet to be told, but it would be written in rolling over, in first steps, in the wide-eyed wonder of a child growing up in a world that had been fiercely, lovingly kept for her.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

And I already knew that I was going to have the time of my life. With that thought, I lulled myself to sleep. _---------_----------_------ That's chapter 1. Please tell me what you think. The Garbas will soon make an entrance don't worry. Plea Vote on this chapter, Comment and Share. All my love😘

Excessive thirst. He saw her walking near the shore as she looked around, still trying to find him in the darkness of the night. Hawthorne clenched his fists that he already felt his claws inside his skin but he endured the pain, even in that way he will calm down and it will enlighten his mind. That's Nina Celestine Gabriel. He reminded himself. Rosemarie's reincarnation. "Hayes, this is already terrifying me. Where are you? Hayes! Hayes Xavier!"

He kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I were invisible. A tall, regal-looking man stood up from his seat next to the Alpha. "Let us enjoy this feast!" he declared, raising his goblet high. "Our Alpha, our King, our Lord, The First of his kind, has conquered lands for us to thrive for centuries now! Soon, the world will be ours. Let us celebrate and be merry!" A roar of cheers erupted, but it felt forced, tense. I could feel eyes darting toward me, whispers passing like waves through the crowd. I stayed rooted in my seat, too afraid to move or draw more attention.

I scoffed, smiling slowly. Somehow, I felt a bit relieved, at least I didn't have to believe anything. But just before I looked away, my eyes caught something lurking at the end of the shelf. “Chrono..logy,” I read out, grabbing the badly worn out book from the shelf. “The first of men?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on the cover of the book. It was filled with detailed arrangements of events from time immemorial of the ironhowl pack. “Alpha..Zane, the first,” I read out, tracing my finger on his face.

“The chronicle doesn’t just hold words. It holds the memory of the land, of all the people who lived here. When it’s set free, it doesn’t just tell people it reminds them of what they already knew, deep down. That’s why it feels so real.” He pulled the satchel onto the table and opened it, taking out the chronicle. It glowed softly, even in the dim light of the room. Elara ran her hand over the cover, and it warmed under her touch. “Can we read it again?” she asked. “Maybe there’s more that can help us where to go, what to do next.” Kael nodded. “Together.” They opened it, and the pages lit up with that same soft silver light. The words formed slowly, clear and easy to read:

A man in a cloak with one foot on a small mountain of skulls, looking down on a river. With trembling hands, I reached for the iron ring on the door. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion, as doubt began clouding my thoughts. What if this was all an illusion and there was no one to help me on the other side of the door? Before I closed my hands around the iron ring, I closed my eyes. “Please, Granny, let this be my way out of this horrible place.” I whispered, hoping that Granny could hear me. As I was about to push the door open, it swung open. There I stood in front of the open door. I felt the corners of my mouth curled upwards as my heart felt joy for the first time since Apo