Novel & Cerita To My Dearest Historia

I paused when an old dark blue leather book caught my attention. It was an old history book that was very bright and colorful, with many different illustrations and portraits inside for a child to look at. The edges of the pages were wrinkled and a few stains marred the inside. And just inside the top cover was a small written message in an elegant cursive that drew tears to my eyes. ‘To my dear, sweet twins. May the history of our land's past lead to your brighter future. With lots of love and eternal Blessings, Mommy.’

My Dearest Dargo. It is with deep sadness in my heart that I write this letter to you. I do not see a way for me to be free and be with you. I regret that I was angry with you on our last night together in the palace. I would that it was our best night ever but we cannot change the past.

he asked softly. Darius smiled gently and replied, “It is through understanding and compassion that we learn to bear the weight of history. Every scar, every tear, is a reminder of our journey. But you, my young friend, are not defined by what has been lost; you are defined by the promise of what you will become. Trust in the bonds you form today—they will be the foundation of our tomorrow.”

I found the notes of where they ended off last time, they had class and started to write on the board. “Life as you know is going to change.” I turned around and looked at all of them. “History is the most important subject you will ever study. I know that all of you think your battle marks are all that matter, but I’m here to tell you that you are wrong. To get a top position in the castle, you will have to know your history.” I read the introduction a million times last night to make sure I had it completely memorized. You guessed it! My own words would never sound so dull.

With my beauty, and intelligence, I’m sure I would gain more love from the Professors at school. I just wanted to be a great historian, known for loving history in college, and if possible, gain connections that would help me get to places I would love to go to. “Adria! I just left.” My mother informed me and I heard her shut the door. I smiled, and shook my head. At times, she could be funny. I thought she was all prepared for work, but I guess she still had a few things to do. I picked up the new book which I had gotten from an old library, downtown, and it was about mythical creatures which were now history. Even if they weren’t real, I just loved to read different things, especially if i

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can you explain to me please. Mira sighed before looking up at me, gazing into mine. "Ah yes... Michaël and Aden were the best friends that exist... brothers but overnight, they cut ties"

ISABELLA The reception is loud in the way expensive things always are—curated, choreographed, relentless. Aurelia has had her hand at my elbow for the past forty minutes, steering me from one cluster of guests to the next like I am something she has just acquired and cannot wait to show. This is Isabella, Dante's wife. She is lovely, isn't she? Every smile I give costs me something. Every nod. Every gracious thank you for the congratulations I didn't ask for.

I really can’t with myself. What am I doing again? OH RIGHT. I’M DYING. SHIT. Those can’t be my last thoughts! WAIT, I NEED A FEW MORE MINUTES! I’ll just think of something meaningful. Uuuhhhh…. My best friends! My family! My dogs! My idols! What else… Ok… I’m thinking of them… I can’t help but smile when I remembered the times when my best friends and I were being idiots, but at the same time, I thought philosophically. My mom, who I just became closer to in the last few years. I’m just happy that I can be more open to her. My dogs… Idols…

I must do my objective here first. at last, now here in the History section. unlike the books from other shelves who has the same way of oldness in them, the books in the History section has different stages of being old. some are really worn out and some where just fairly new. grabbing a random book, I skimmed through the pages, wanting to know what era or year this was written, or what year did the content of the book happened. but the book only talked about the happenings of the coronation of the King Youseff Troy Von Travensky and Queen Violetta Suzette Perues. grabbing another book, i skimmed again but it was not the one i was looking for, ‘Maybe i should go for the newer ones.’