Who Are You Who Shall Guide The Protagonist の小説・ストーリー

"I am Demitrius Strong. Leader of the Chosen of the Light. And I am here for you, Sydlynn Hayle." If it was a fight he wanted, I was so ready to blast his ass. And yet there was nothing aggressive about him. Quite the opposite. He remained where he was, smiling benignly at me, sweet face calm and gentle. "I'm here to guide you," he said. "To counsel you on your path. To lead you to the Light, if that is your choice. You are young enough, my dear, to still make a decision, to choose the Light." I had no idea what he was talking about and really didn't want to.

“Who?” “The Arch’s. We’ve been watching over you both for some time… You have an important prophecy to fulfill.” “A prophecy?” I echoed, standing a few feet away from the man. “To guide the dark ones to the light. To protect the ones who need protecting. To love those who cannot love themselves. That is your prophecy.” “Who are the dark ones?” I frowned. “You’re soon to be carrying the seed of one in your womb.” My face fell, “But who are the others?”

He had no eyes, no nose, and no mouth, yet when he spoke, the very air of the city vibrated with authority. "I am the **Protagonist**," he said. "The first hero ever coded for the 'Aethelgard Universe.' I was the one who was supposed to save the world, before they decided that 'Realistic Humans' were more profitable than 'Abstract Archetypes.' I have been in this bin for fifty years, Elara Vance. I have watched a million 'Queens' come and go." "None of them were like me," I said.

Nova’s POV When we pull into the restaurant after Axel is done with his explanation more images flash through my mind but this time they aren’t about Kristy they are about a man I’ve seen him before he isn’t a wolf but he isn’t human so he is either a witch or vampire but his face is hazy like smoke. I try to shake the image from my head and out on my best act. When we go inside to eat the waitress immediately swoons from seeing Axel. He doesn’t look impressed at all and just rolls his eyes.

"Claire is Nivia's forerunner. The one who leads her into chaos and death, or the one who helps her calm the storm." I let that sink in. A forerunner. It sounded ancient. Loaded. "What does that mean practically?" I asked. "Does she have a role to play in the prophecy or is she just... there?" "It means she will either open the door for Nivia or become the door that closes against her." Antoinette's expression was unreadable. "A forerunner doesn't choose their role consciously. They just act. And their actions either prepare the way or destroy it."

he says, stepping past me, “but you can’t escape what’s coming. You’re in the bloom of it now. The beginning.” I stiffen, but his voice is calm, almost kind. “If you want to survive this, Elunara, truly survive it without losing yourself, then you’d do well to seek us out. Darius. Khael. Me. We can guide you. We can make it easier.” I turn my face away before he can see the tremble in my chin; the fear beginning to crack through my bravado. He doesn’t press. Just fades back into the fog like a mirage.

"You have passed the test, and you have earned the honor of being known as the Alpha of the Dawn." I felt a surge of pride, but also a sense of humility. I had faced the darkness, and I had prevailed. But I knew that the journey was not over. There was still much to do, and I would need the help of this figure"I am called Spirit," the figure said, her smile warm and welcoming. "I am here to guide and support you, and to help you on your journey. You have much to learn, and much to do, but I will be with you every step of the way."

“You still need a guide. A person who can see you from the outside. Someone who knows when you are pushing too hard.” I turned my head slightly. “You?” “Yes. Me. Beta John. Sloane. King. We all can watch you. You do not have to do this by yourself.” His words warmed my chest. For so long, I had been alone with my pain and strange power. Now there were people willing to stand near me. I dropped my hand. The flame shrank and vanished with a soft sound. My palm stayed hot, but it did not hurt. “I am grateful,” I said. “For all of you. But it is still my job. I need to master it.”

“Rule? What the hell are you implying?” He exhales smoke in a perfect ring. “Once the Blessed Luna awakens fully,” he says calmly, “a guardian is destined to guide her. Direct her. Influence her. I intend to be that guardian.” No. No, that can’t be… The old woman’s words come flooding back—“Some will try to stand by you… others will try to stand over you. Be wary of false guides.” I clench my fists, stepping back, heart thudding. “Still,” I snap, planting my feet. “Sorry to disappoint you, but my final awakening needs more than your twisted ambition.”

“He will reveal his name to you only when he’s ready.” I purse my lips for a moment. “Can you make him a bit nicer, at least? He didn’t even tell me what to do next.” “I have no control over his ways of dealing with you, Soul 113,” he says. “gods do not interfere with the guides' relationship with souls. But I will leave you with this: only a soul with a true will to live defeats death. You do not need a spirit or their guidance. Let your will to survive be your guide.”