The Legend Of The Star นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That was a story that Loren asked Calisto to read almost every night and also - it was one of my favorites. There was once, in a world where beings lived in harmony, a star that was born after all others. For many of her people she was regarded as symbolism of bad luck, the last star to be born, the one that could shine least -, but still that was certainly the most smiling star that Lleh had ever known. Neveah was his name and as much as everyone implied that his name was so different from all the others, Neveah never bothered. How could she not care? Lleh wondered whenever she saw her among the other stars.

I placed my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his biceps. He smiled. I gazed at the sky again. “Do you know, princess… there’s a legend that says that if you gaze at stars for long enough, they gaze back at you. And in the rarest chances, when they gaze back at you, their eyes hold such immense love and warmth that a mortal heart can never even fathom. So, I am waiting for my star to gaze back at me.” I look at Zephyr as he remains lost in my eyes for a few seconds and then looks back at the sky.

“That legend… the Red Fiona. Everyone seems so fascinated by it but. You don’t seem to care much for the story.” He stopped walking so suddenly that I almost ran into him. He turned, his gaze finally meeting mine, and it felt like being struck by lightning. His eyes were dark and intense, holding a depth I couldn’t decipher. “Legends are just stories,” he said, his voice low and firm. “They’re distractions from what’s real. You should focus on surviving here, not on fairy tales.” His words were cold, but there was something else behind them. A warning. “Surviving?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Is this place that dangerous?”

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

Wenna said. “Fireheart is a legend,” said a woman from the back. “It’s just a story the people from Namandu tell their children so they won’t feel bad for not possessing any magic. Besides, Fireheart could wield lightning. No one who could wield lightning has been discovered in centuries.”

I looked at those stars and adressed them in my heart , 'Atleast you two can finally meet after waiting for a long time'. Everyone was getting up to sleep after that story, but I stayed there for the whole night, looking at those two stars, wanting to see them till the morning, because they will have to leave each other in the morning again. How painful it might be for them to see each other for one night and then be apart again. I shooked my head at this, It's just a legend Louis. I sighed, 'Then why does it make me feel so sad?!' ~BACK TO PRESENT

The Chronicle Prism projected holographic images that encapsulated the cosmic journey, a tapestry woven with threads of struggle and triumph. The Luminary Sage, Maximus, and Limah, now revered as cosmic legends, engaged in conversations In the wake of the cosmic clash that had tested the very fabric of destiny, the joint empire found itself grappling with the inexplicable return of legends long thought to be confined to the annals of history. The Luminary Sage, Maximus, and Limah stood as living embodiments of a cosmic resurgence that defied mortal understanding.

Over time, the root cause of this terrible 'Blood War' was forgotten by many, and once fertile kingdoms became barren wastelands of ash and dust filled with pain, fear, and starvation. Decades later, this Blood War, which seemed to appease hatred between several supernatural clans and species_specially between vampires and wolves, came to a halt when the wolves lost their Great Alpha Lycaon and Alpha female Cyllene and the Celestial Empire lost their Emperor Amborgio and Empress Selene.

he interrupted. She fell silent as her mouth froze. “I suppose you already know the famous legend between our two countries.” Larice shot up an eyebrow. Of course, she knew it—A Symphony of Frost and Flame. It’s where Glaceus and Phlareus met their tragic end. Glaceus died as a consequence of their forbidden love. What did the Emperor mean by using that old legend? She wondered nervously.

he finally explained and it still doesn’t make sense to me. “One cares about what others thing about her and the other doesn’t. It is like peace and war. They will forever be opposite of each other. The legend is about the lycan king. He is a mate to the selfish one, but he will fall for the wild one. His own selfish ways will fall with him. The land will unite under him but only when he lost what he once had,” he finally finished witht he legend. It still doesn’t make any sense, why is there a legend? Why would he fall for me and why would he lose something again? I don’t want to die like his previous mates. But than again, I am a rogue. I don’t want a mate either.