Opening Lines Of The Iliad の小説・ストーリー

“I won’t let him take you from me.” Lillian’s heartbeat stuttered, but she kept her voice steady. “No one will take me from you.” A silence stretched between them, thick with all the words they hadn’t yet said. Then, finally, Aedric nodded. “Then let’s prepare for war.” Lillian turned toward the tent opening, gazing out at the darkened battlefield. The embers of burning torches flickered in the night, the scent of blood and smoke heavy in the air. This was only the beginning.

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five She was fine. Lila was fine. She was going to be fine. Opening her eyes again, Lila, without feeling anything, the void in her chest large and deep, consuming all that she was, lifted up the sheet of paper and placed it within the flames, ho

Looked at Jerry. Looked at my warriors. Then toward the mountains where our enemies waited. My blood burned. Varkai stirred within me. Not with rage. With purpose. I lifted my sword one final time. "Let's go deal with them!" The answer came like a storm. Thousands of voices. Thousands of warriors. Thousands of wolves. The wide gates opened and the men marched out, the lines break here storming, chanting and running out of the widely opened gates. It seemed like the gods had made them turn a dead ear to all the noise we made.

Her fingers clawed up his shirt-front, making him shudder as her nails raked flesh, covered only by the thinness of his shirt, then wince when they dug into the back of his neck. Adrastos jerked his head up. “‘Asteri mou’… ‘Ilie mou’…” he muttered in Greek, making her moan. (Asteri mou – my star, Ilie mou- my sun).

Aria whispered, horrified, “They’re binding you to balance. One burns. One breaks.” Altheya’s face paled “They’ve rewritten the prophecy.” Far below, Luma began to glow, She turned her face toward the stars and spoke in a chorus of voices: “The Flame has risen, The Gate has opened, Now let the war begin.”

⚡ A giant golden eye suddenly opened above the city. Bigger than mountains. Bigger than the sky itself. Watching. Waiting. Searching. 💀 And the moment it saw Ilyaan— The eye smiled. 😱😱😱

Olivia’s eyes slowly opened. Their gaze locked. Those eyes—clouded with pain, fear, and fury—seemed to burn holes into Ilda, silently screaming everything her weak voice couldn’t. Her fingers trembled slightly against the sheets, as though trying to lift, to fight back, to speak. But she couldn’t. “Surprised to see me?” Ilda sneered, tilting her head. “Oh, how poetic… the ever-righteous Olivia, lying helpless in bed. It’s tragic really. And here you thought you were strong enough to stand against me.”

Ryland orders, shifting back to human form. You nod, the dagger’s weight a comforting presence. The pack gathers at the ridge’s edge, their eyes wide with fear. “This is it,” you say, your voice steady. “We fight for our future. For our children. For each other.” The pack howls, their voices merging into a unified roar. --- The fortress gates creak open, revealing a horde of rogues and elders. At their helm stands Elder Marus, his eyes glowing with malice. “You’re too late,” he sneers. “The shadow has risen.”

*“The breeze comes whispering in thy ear Till the gods comes flooding back with a ripply cheer”* “This line is the most crucial information for the first character mentioned in the prophecy, the goddess descent is someone who have wind attribute, and he/she shall be the key in the coming back of the gods.” *“Slender and clear were his crystal spars As flashes of light that trim the stars His dimension waits yet he seeks for the void Adversary behold coming back to this world”*

The silver in her eyes flared again. Ivy reached for her. “Aelin—” But Aelin didn’t move back. Her voice, when she spoke, was calm and sharp enough to cut through the storm. “If they want me,” she said, “then let them come.” The enemy roared. They surged forward like a living tide, steel flashing, earth shaking beneath their charge. And then the ground answered. The first line of black-armored warriors reached the center of the crater—and the earth split open. Fire and shadow spewed upward, swallowing them whole. The air filled with screams as the ground buckled and cracked, spreading outward like veins of molten light.