The Chronicles Of Narnia の小説・ストーリー

I heard another continuous humming sound but is different than the buzzing sound I heard earlier, it’s as if it’s about a warning or something. Miracle’s parents continuously cried and asked for the doctor’s assistance. Then, people wearing white coats started to enter the room while I heaved for more air. For the time being, I can just sympathize with Miracle's torment, however, her life and her safety are out of my league. I was unable to spare her—just like those other bodies I had before, I couldn’t do anything to protract their lives.

“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.

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Emery woke up in her makeshift home having no idea what the day would hold. She was starting to wonder why she of all people was the one who was here in the forest and on this quest. As she went out to the kitchen to make herself breakfast she found a note that read: there are four rare and magical creatures you must find if you want to win the battles that lie ahead. First you must find a cyclops he will tell you what to do next.

He's just waiting to claim his prize. ​"Your great-grandfather," Seraphina said, her voice chillingly calm. "Malphas. He used Eris. He drained her, then he killed her. To power his armies." ​Kael looked like he had been struck. He glanced at Arion, then back at Seraphina. "That's... that's a lie. The legends say Eris betrayed him. That she broke the world!" ​"Legends are written by the victors, Prince," Seraphina spat, the bitterness making her voice crack. "And your family always wins, don't they? They always take what they want."

And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone could have killed king Orrin. And all that we know, we can't do anything about it yet, until the end of the competition of Gods, to attain a new king to the throne. Such a competition that hasn't been held in the last thousand years. And such a competition which will begin from the 3rd day after king Orrin 's ceremonial burial. "Alec," My head snaps away from my journal to the voice calling my name. Odell stands at the open door, with two hands into the white suit trouser he is wearing.

A few characters stood out the most, "J.R.R. Tolkien, is that a name? Why does it sound so familiar? I know I have heard that name before. Tolkien… Tolkien… Tolkien... Ahh! Of course, how could I forget? We spent half a semester examining English writer and poet John Ronald Reuel Tolkien's work. One of them is, The Walking Song from The Lord of the Rings." Still, round the corner, there may wait A new road or a secret gate And though I often have passed them by, A day will come at last when I Shall take the hidden paths that run West of the Moon and East of the Sun. by J.R.R. Tolkien The Walking Song was a melody about the roads that go on until they finally return to what they have always k

He suddenly felt that Elena truly belonged here, in a beautiful place like this, living a life of such peace. Lorenzo stayed in the town for three days. He went to the market and bought oranges from the elderly woman who sold fruit. She smiled and gave him two extra, just as she had done for Elena. He went to the seaside and sat on a rock, watching the sun until it set. The sun turned the sea to gold, and seagulls circled overhead. He went to the church and kneeled before the statue of Mother Mary for a long time. He didn't know what he was praying for—perhaps not forgiveness, but just a little peace of mind.

By each other's side, as they should have been from the start. There she sat, cross-legged in the oversized reading chair next to the window, her eyes locked on the thick leather-bound book resting on her lap. The book was an Old historical Testament, the spine was worn, and it wasn’t a book he was familiar with, but after glimpsing the title, he wanted to. The Chronicles of the Goddesses’ Blessed Wolves: Origins and Legends Miles swallowed, his breath caught slightly in his throat. She didn’t see him at first. Her brows knotted in deep focus at the words she was absorbing.