Novel & Cerita A Vow Of Silence

I lost the illusion that I could control the terms of my own suffering. And from that moment forward, my vow became real. Not to him. But to myself. I would never let this be my ending.

A vow in silence. No matter what blood was spilled. No matter how dark the road got. They would travel it together. As king and queen. Bound by fire. Bound by chains. Bound by love. Forever.

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

"Come up here, child.” Nolan obeys, climbing the steps towards Old Mia. “You will swear an Oath of Silence for me. So that whatever you heard you may not divulge to a single soul.” “I´ll do it. Just please, spare me.” “There´s no need to be afraid, Nolan. All I require from you is the Oath. Take my hand.” Nolan complies, taking Old Mia´s frail hand. The moment their hands touch, the Oath is administered, the promise spoken within their minds. Although with it comes an image. An image of myself.

a voice called, distant but familiar. I didn’t have the strength to respond. My eyes fluttered shut as the darkness took over. Finally, silence.

The words carried through the chapel. "I will stand by your side even in danger, until the very end." Silence followed. Complete silence. The words seemed to hang in the air. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Alera didn't understand why everyone looked so shocked. To her, the vow was simple. She meant every word. She had already made that promise to herself long before she ever arrived in this world. But to everyone else, it was extraordinary. No one had ever given such a vow. Especially not a woman.

It was a silent promise. That of starting again. That of trying, again.

They vowed to hold on when it became easier to let go. To believe in each other when the world questioned them. To walk forward, even when the path demanded sacrifice. Outside, the church remained silent. Inside, two hearts beat with quiet defiance. And though neither of them could see it yet, that vow—born under scrutiny, sealed in isolation—would shape their future more profoundly than any sermon ever had.

It was a record of choices. “Power does not belong to those who take it,” the words shimmered. “It belongs to those who carry it gently, who understand that truth is not a weapon but a light. The Covenant of Silence was formed not to protect order, but to protect their own privilege. They bound themselves to old bargains, trading honesty for control, and for centuries they have hidden what would break their hold.”