Sora Timeless River Novels & Stories

Sora closed his eyes, took a deep breath in, and shifted as he exhaled. Ezra gasped when he saw Sora in his true form. Sora's scales were cream, tan, and gold, with charcoal gray accents along his spine and down the length of his tail. He was the color of a royal Omega Dragon, the same color as his Dad's dragon.

River’s shoulders twitched. Aurora built it again. She knocked it down again. She did it ten times. Build. Crash. Build. Crash. On the eleventh time, she built it. She waited. River turned his head. He looked at the tower. He reached out a hand. He pushed it over. Crash. He looked at Aurora. His eyes were still dark, still scared. But he was looking at her. Aurora smiled. A small, sad, patient smile. "Nice crash," she whispered.

THE RIVER OF TONGUES Arrival at Rivenmouth Twilight descends as Ceres and Xavier arrive at the edge of a narrow gorge hidden beneath the western cliffs. The wind howls eerily between jagged rocks, and the scent of sulfur hangs in the air. The Temple of Rivenmouth looms ahead, carved into the mountain's mouth like a beast frozen mid-roar. Between them and the temple lies a slow, glowing river—its current an unnatural hue, pulsing like blood beneath flame.

**Uncommon Visions** Aria sat cross-legged on the soft, verdant banks of the river, surrounded by the enchanting symphony of nature. The warm hues of the sunset painted the sky in breathtaking strokes of golden oranges and deep purples, as if an artist had splashed vibrant colors across an endless canvas. The tranquil sound of water lapping against the smooth stones created a soothing melody that merged seamlessly with the gentle rustle of leaves stirred by a playful breeze. Nestled within this secluded forest for several months, Aria found comfort in the embrace of solitude, where time seemed to slow, allowing her to truly appreciate the beauty of her surroundings.

"Who are you?" One of the figures stepped forward into the dim, flickering light of a bioluminescent moss growing on the tunnel walls. It was a woman, her skin mapped with glowing white veins that matched the color of her eyes. She wore a tattered Lagos-style headwrap, but it was reinforced with carbon-fiber plating. "We are the ones your mother forgot to finish," she said, her voice a hollow, metallic echo. "They call me Sora. And if you’re wearing that stone, it means the countdown has already begun."

Luna’s eyes suddenly widened. It was the river that separated the realm of the living from the realm of the dead! Luna subconsciously glanced at the river of myth. The river water was extremely turbulent like a rapids. The entire river was black, giving people a sense of oppression. When the water surged, there were faint cries of ghosts, making one’s scalp tingle. Luna turned away and looked at the envoy of hell, asking, “Do you mean I have to swim past the river?” “Nay...” The envoy shook her head.

she muttered indistinctly. Tara squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "We don't either, River. But this is all we have. Trust us, it'll be alright." With a heavy heart, River reached for the cloak Tara offered. It felt rough and heavy. It was almost like a physical manifestation of the burden she was about to bear. Annemarie clapped her hands with excitement immediately River agreed. “Alright everyone, it's showtime!" Before River could protest further, Finn extended his hand towards her in which she took. Almost immediately, a tingling sensation spread through her body, and then, with a flash of light, the familiar surroundings of the living room vanished.

Aside from being accommodating to their guests from another world, Filur and Dawey also fear that if these powerful guests won’t be satisfied, and they have a bad temper, they would flatten the entire kingdom, which is definitely not very good for them. Anyway, even though they have a lot of luggage brought with them, they definitely can’t bring most of them to the Other Shore. So, the rest of their luggage is for them to change their clothes onto on their way to the beach where they will board Mhir’s transforming ship to cross the Great River and reach the Other Shore. They aren’t afraid with the rapids of the Great River since, aside from Mhir’s sturdy ship, Tinum and Loheiruchel also have

"Let the waters of ancient rivers guide us. Together, we can counter his distortions." She raised her hands, and a curtain of water materialized, swirling around the group. The Time Weaver's temporal vortex clashed with the water's flow, creating a mesmerizing dance of elements.