ACELINE STOOD ALONE in the midst of an open field, a howling silence closing her in as she walked upon what once was a battlefield. The echoes of war lingered, painted upon the earth with the remnants of destruction. Corpses lay scattered, like forgotten memories. Blood and mud mingled underfoot, mirroring the crimson sunset that painted the horizon.
The power to bend probabilities, to alter the course of events, lay at her fingertips, and yet she could not believe her eyes. She couldn't help but question the depths of human capability.
How could one wield such overwhelming power without being consumed by it? Was it not the essence of chaos, both beautiful and terrifying, that coursed through their arums? She wondered if it was a burden that only a select few could bear, or if it was a reflection of a deeper truth about the nature of all arum holders.
If so, she feared for her friend.
Aceline's vision shifted, and she found herself immersed in a celestial tapestry. Colors and lights waltzed before her, voices whispering secrets she could never understand. Aceline felt no boundaries of time and space, dissolved around her flooting feets, revealing an interconnectedness that transcended where she had been moments before.
Each arum holder was but a star in the vast expanse of possibilities, and the chaos they wielded was but a reflection of the universe's symphony. And Aceline could see them all. Tiny little stars trying to shine brighter than the sun.
They would never be the sun. They would burn to their core.
A profound connection to the infinite took over her chest—the delicate balance that kept the universe in harmony. It was a sensation of oneness with the universe, a symphony of existence echoing within her soul.
A jolt of disturbance rippled through the cosmic tapestry. Suddenly, broken. She realized a couple of stars brightening, their luminance intensifying beyond measure.
Aceline's heart clenched with dread as she sensed the fracture, a tear in the fabric of reality. She extentend her hand towards them, in hope to, with only a gentle touch, change whatever outcome and bring back equilibrium.
Resistance met her efforts. Her hands were useless, the fabric had been torn apart without notice. The continent was uneven, harmony had been disrupted.
Before she could venture further, she turned off, gasping for air. Thinking about everything she had just witnessed, one thought and only hammered her head. War was close and impending, looming like a dark cloud on the horizon—a promise.
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Where Destiny Lies
FantasyIn the realm of magic, where possibilities waltz on an ethereal breeze, ancient secrets lie dormant, waiting to be unveiled and preserved. Destiny, the grand design of existence, is both a tapestry to be woven and a path to be deviated from. Magic...
