Tahno O'ah Shrine Novels & Stories

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

🌺🥀🌷🌸❇️❇️ 🌷🌷🌹🌹🌹🌹 💮💠💐💐🏵️ A grand statue stood in the heart of RuthValis, carved with reverence and love, a monument to the woman who had shaped destinies long before any battle had been fought. Tialaina Morris, The Tia of the Lost — Ariya’s true name — was etched upon the base, a reminder of courage, sacrifice, and the legacy she had entrusted to her daughter.

My mind was completely, wonderfully quiet. Leo sat down beside me, taking my hand in his. His fingers were warm and strong. "Where are we going now?" I asked softly, opening my eyes to look at him. Leo looked out the window toward the vast, green expanse of the outer forests stretching far beyond the old city walls—a place no citizen of Oakhaven had been allowed to see for fifty years. "Home," Leo said softly. "To build something new."

“The Shrine Maiden’s residence is wide, so wide that I think I need a car to see everything, Farah. Unlike ours which is huge and notorious for looking almost like a palace.” Marie’s continuous commentary made Farah giggle. Letting her say what she wants and adore the place, is a way perfect for her to forget her trauma and a bit of her hesitation in meeting everyone. “Ladies, we are here.” The head servant opens the glass door that surprises them with the beautiful landscape and the sweet fragrance of the flowers and trees. With the intricate puzzle-like design of the mark of God Ophiuchus as the garden’s stone pathway. Marie’s smile draws from ear to ear. Amaze and more for the place that

"You owe me a foot massage." Higan led me passed the trees and into a clear and grassy place that gave view to the nature below us. I stood in a daze as I drunk in our surrounding and marveled at how breathtaking the scenery was. The cloudless sky was a light shade of blue and it made the view more picturesque. "Whoa," I breathed and smiled at Higan. He smiled back. "Beautiful, isn't it?" "Totally." I got my phone and took some pictures.

Shiro yelled "It doesn't work that way" Orie replied "what do you mean?" Shiro asked "I can only use them when I'm doing something for the gods and right now I'm not" Orie answered "I saw you using them last time, what were you doing for doing for the gods then?" Shiro answered "saving you" Orie answered "And what do I have to do with the gods?" Shiro asked "you are Amadioha's thunder" After hearing Orie's answer to his question the only thing could come out of Shiro's mouth was "ehhh?"

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

He answered. Skye looked at him. Reyan stopped at the foot of a mountain. Skye’s eyes went wide when he saw what was on the top of a mountain. "Yep. This is a shrine." Reyan said and climbed the stairs. Skye saw an arc on top of the slope. It is red and wooden. "A shrine..." he muttered as he followed him. "Could this be the altar where Hail...?" he muttered as he looked around. Everything is covered in fog.

Make all thresholds one threshold. Open it. Let everything trapped move. Let everything outside enter. No more lost dead. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the false shrines, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Shrine War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.