1st Chronicles Chapter 1 소설 & 이야기

The creature smiled. "Good." The darkness vanished. Ariana looked around. Nothing. Then she felt something behind her. She turned. The creature stood inches away. It touched Ariana's forehead. A flood of memories entered her mind. Not her memories, ancient memories. She saw the first world. A world filled with light, then darkness appeared. The First Star was born, the Veil was formed. The Moon Goddess appeared, the first Guardians rose. And the darkness watched. It wasn't attacking, it was waiting.

Chapter One The winds of the Highlands roared with the fury of ancient gods, sweeping over the craggy peaks and through the dense forests. Finlay MacLeod stood at the edge of a cliff, the storm's cold bite slicing through his skin, though he hardly felt it. His mind was consumed by thoughts darker than the night sky above.

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

In its place was a bright, determined energy. “We heard it,” he chittered, his voice full of wonder. “The question. It’s… it’s enough.” He looked behind him, at the bustling bridge of the Stalwart Friend. “We’ve decided. We’re not just mechanics anymore. We’re going to be scribes. We’re going to travel, help others who are struggling to find their first sentence. We’re calling ourselves the First Chapter.” Tears streamed down my face. They weren't tears of grief or fear, but of a hope so deep it felt like roots anchoring me to the universe.

The birthing sanctuary's memory lingered in his mind, a beacon of hope in the tumultuous storm that surrounded him. _______ **Chapter 16 (Continued): Prophecy Unveiled** The world trembled on the precipice of chaos as the prophecy's ominous whispers loomed closer to fulfillment. The battleground, a tumultuous canvas of clashing forces, reverberated with the echoes of a destiny foretold. Seraphina, her presence ethereal and commanding, stood at the forefront, a beacon of strength amid the impending storm.

I started to finally drift off to sleep my thoughts going mute. That’s when I felt it too late. It was like one thousand tons laying on my chest, pushing me through my bed and into another veil. I tried to push back but wasn’t strong enough. This power was strong! I mentally called out to Michael. I touched the crest on my chest it lite up, I knew Michael would not only feel the burn of it but would know that I was in trouble.

The world went white, but the story did not end. In the center of the void, a single, handwritten sentence appeared in ink that looked like blood and violet light: "CHAPTER ONE: The girl woke up in a world where the stars were made of wood, and the man beside her remembered her name before she did." Beneath the text, the gold coin—now purely, blindingly bronze—began to spin, a compass seeking a north that had not yet been created.

I call his name out loud my lifeless orbs adhered to the ceiling. "Phobos." "Phobos." Evil selfish male. My first kiss, the first time I was held by a male, the first time I felt the flesh of a male beneath my trembling fingertips. He stole all my firsts and faded without a mark neglecting me to be gut-wrenchingly haunted. ~~~ A/N Hello, my little wolves, It truly is a bitter chappy, little by little you shall understand her character. There are still two more chappies left until the beast shall come for her! It will be an emotional rollercoaster from there onwards, I have it all planned. Stay tuned, my little wolves.

"Clarke, wake up. We have to go" my father said as he took my suitcase underneath the bed. Growing up, we had always been on the run. My father and mother have been hunted down by both of their clans since I was born. Vampires and Werewolves alike. Both clans never supported their matrimony because of a prophecy. It was said that the child they will bear, is a monster and will be the end of the vampire and werewolf race. I was that child, I am the first of my kind.

I tell him. "So, you're telling me that some goddess has given me to you?" He asks. I laugh, "When you put it like that, it makes it almost sound heinous. Let me tell you a story so you may better understand,” I say. “Actually, you might recognize the first part of this story,” I tell him. “And why is that?” He questions. “Because the goddess in this story is Alira the same one that the Fires were named after,” I say.