Novel & Cerita Family Saga Book

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

The old woman didn't want their ill manners to hurt Elira and stress her pregnancy over some mindless gossip. However, after weeks of enduring open threats to her life, Elira had grown a backbone for rumors and was much stronger than she was before. “Nireya, do you know why these sorts of books were banned?” She asked, shutting the book close with a thud. Of course Nireya knew the reason, even a child born yesterday would know the tale of the great war which passed on from generation. “They were prohibited because the five kingdoms decided it was best.” Nireya scraped the surface of the truth, she didn't want to be the one to tell Elira about the tragic event.

“Not because it’s easy, but because your son’s life mattered. He changes the shape of you, not the end of it.” “You need closure, Michail,” she said gently, her voice firm but kind. “It’s time we begin working on the funeral arrangements. Believe me—it will help you. Accepting that he is ready to rest will give you the strength to rest too.” She moved toward the small desk in the corner, her steps steady. Upon it sat a worn leather-bound book and a set of pens, waiting like silent witnesses. She placed her hand on the cover, brushing away a faint layer of dust, then opened it carefully, turning the pages as though the act itself carried weight.

“He was old and died of wounds received, but not before he told what he knew to his youngest son. My father, his youngest son, was the only survivor of my family after we were sent into exile. Once he was settled into a stronghold he commissioned that this book be written. He much preferred that he oversaw the writing of it so that as little as possible would be corrupted by the viewpoints of the scribe. He gathered the stories from many other survivors to get many different view points. In this book, is the story of a young man who was the person so save your great-grandmother. Princess Taryn. Would you like to hear it now?” Astrid nodded. “Please.”

“One thousand years ago, my home, the kingdom of Everaya, was the most powerful nation in my world.” He begins. “Unfortunately there were those within the kingdom who were unhappy with the way things were and the King was murdered. His queen was pregnant at the time and went into early labour. She died and the baby survived. This baby was the Fellstar heir.” He seems to pause as if to let this sink in and then continues on.

He said. “Like what?” I asked. “Family history. Not just Logan’s family. But yours too.” He said. “Why would my family history be in that book? We’re a nobody family. My dad was the head warrior before he was killed and then we were ignored.” I said. “And you’ll find the reason for that in that book.” Cory said. “What?” I asked. “You will find all of the answers that you need, in that book. Make sure you let me know when you find it.” He said.

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

She tightened her hands on the edge of the table, she couldn't believe her eyes. "No." Nobody said anything. Slowly, she scanned the pages of the book, they were more names and more Greys. Generation after generation, her family, her bloodline. It was all written down here in this book. Her pulse quickened instantly. "Why is my family in this book?" Selene's expression changed. "Keep reading." Zara wished she hadn't seen this book at all, the further she read the more complicated things seemed. Eventually she reached a section marked with faded ink, a note had been written beside one particular name, the writing looked old and barely legible yet she could still read it.

Amy desired the familiarity of touch and didn't realize the need came from Yvette and Alba's suffering. "We all feel grief from the loss of Sinner. He was a part of our pack and a member of our family. Blood through Marcus ties us all. He is ultimately our father and we his children." Alba stopped for a moment and gathered her thoughts. "You are strong and your gift is very dangerous to our enemies." "How did you know I would be able to do this?"

I sighed "I have a story to tell you." "You’re always telling me the same story." He whispered a bit audible "Not this time I won’t, it’s very interesting, I’m sure you will love it," I said while grabbing the storybook kept on the table. "This looks interesting." I opened to the first page "Once upon a time, there lived three children, Kyle, Lucas, and Charles. They are best friends, they always spend time together until…." "It’s boring." "Okay, I will narrate another story." I grabbed the other storybook and began narrating it