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He was always angry at me or disappointed. I found myself unmoving in front of the blacksmith shop. The surrounding air was thick, almost choking me. I fanned myself with my hands, trying to get oxygen into my longs. Kalama just relax, it's just a minor panic attack. I was telling myself. Then suddenly a story from when I was young passes through my mind. The story of the barn burning down, nothing remained of it, only ashes. Does the vision have anything to do with when the barn caught fire?

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

I thought of burning the book for it I should burn it, I wouldn't be troubling myself any longer and the black Cults won't be able to come to me anymore. I also thought that there would be penalty in doing that, for the book does not belong to me, it from my school library. Instead of burning it, I would rather return the book. But returning the book will not be good for me as I will continue to think about reading the book in as much I know the book still lives. I think and connected to the book. The connection makes me not to be able to do without reading it. Wait a minute, am I connected to the book or the what is inside the book. What is wrong with me? I shouted out speaking to myself.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE

Such a little smarty-pants. I start telling her the tale of "Goldie Locks and Three Bears." Of course, she questioned every aspect of the story from how the bears could build and own a house in the woods. To how are they can cook. I barely get to the part where Goldie Locks is discovered sleeping by the bears when Brixtius returns with items I requested.

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

The Heartfire still burned at its center, and within it, she sometimes saw shapes — Lyra’s laughter, Kaenor’s gaze, the shadow of Arianne singing by the river. They never spoke aloud, but she felt them watching. Guiding. She would sit by the flame for hours, writing softly in an old book — her memories, her doubts, her hopes. On the cover, she carved one word: Remembrance. That book would later become the first text of the new world — not a scripture, but a conversation. --- The Golden Horizon Years passed.

Hello everyone! I am back with book 2 and to save you and myself some trouble I have decided to publish book 2 right here under book 1. At first, I wanted to call the second book "My Brother's Keeper" and I wanted to make it a separate book from this one but it's literally just a continuation of Not My Brother so I decided to just post the new chapters under this story. This way you guys don't have to go search for it and go through unnecessary trouble to find it.

This novel explores a fantasy world of benders, except when you think that's lame and unexciting, ask yourself: have you ever seen a fire bender who can command nuclear weapon with a swift hand movement, channels the energy of life from a human to himself? Ooh, does that grab your attention? The main character of this sorry is Liliana Rosalyn. I love her so much, and I hope you guys find her intriguing as well. She captures the personality I want for you. Now, I put in my all into this book so please engage with it. I welcome corrections as well. This is book one of 10 books. Let me give you a snippet of the first five books. First book: Benders and humans. Second book: Vampires and humans.