Destiny Written

Chapter 1

Hello and welcome to Destiny Written!

If you're interested in reading, please know that this is my own original work and that plagiarism is detrimental to all creators. Please no copying or plagiarism.

This is a second draft of this novel and will be 1 of 4 parts to be written.

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A world at war was silent when it was no longer his war to wage.

As the dawnbird lowered the sun, the sky was imbued with a magical golden stream that glittered against the fading sapphire of the sky. A faint breeze passed by, caressing his midnight hair against his forehead.
On horseback, beneath the black pine trees that shaded over him, a young man warily squared his shoulders. His back was ramrod straight. One hand held the reins, the other lightly feeling the hilt of the sword on his hip.

His features were smooth, morphing into that transition from a boy into a man, clay into stone. The shapes of youth chiseling itself into sharper angles, left behind in a rush when he exiled himself from his own country.

He felt no danger though a war raged somewhere in the world. As long as it was far from him, he didn't care. It wasn't his war to wage.

Not anymore.

Another breeze flew by, this one was colder. Colder for Everrain. Here, the air was as warm as dragon's breath. Never did it snow and if it did rain here, lightning always followed, torching the earth.

But this breeze was ice against his skin. Goosebumps shivered him.

Then, a voice whispered to him, "Come here. Follow me."

He whipped his head around. His eyes dilated. The flame within his eyes burst in the royal blue irises, dilating as he stared in concern. He scanned through the trees around him. There was nothing there but a couple birds who flew. He stared back ahead and speeded up the horse's gait.

"Follow me. Come here." It was sweet as light, soft as darkness.

Though it was warm and humid, a chill iced his skin.

What was out there?

He whipped the reins quickly and the horse began trotting faster.

It's nothing. He tried to assure himself.

"Follow me," came the voice, more fuller and more clear. It was a woman's voice, one that was familiar and strange. Arden ignored it. The horse whinnied and started in the direction the voice came from. Arden pulled at the reins.

"Come on, we're not going to listen to that. Let's keep going," he firmly commanded.
The horse began bucking, turning wild with each strain of the reins.

Then the voice came again, stronger and firmer.

"Arden."

At the sound of his name, something inside Arden changed. His blue eyes turned clear with understanding, turning into an inferno within a furnace. A spark ignited, a wildfire bursting like a nova of a star. He turned the horse and kicked his heels, and the horse went racing off in the direction where the voice was coming from.

The horse leaped over streams and weaved between the trees. Arden didn't know where he was going, but he knew it was wherever the voice was coming from. The voice faded in and out, stronger sometimes and softer others. It sounded as if it was one voice being echoed multiple times, layering upon itself like waters rushing and tumbling over each other, tripping and falling. The voice now was ringing in his ears, beckoning him. It was noisy, overwhelming his soul.