In the shadows of history, beyond the reach of mortal eyes, the Immortals have waged their secret wars, bound by the sacred code: *There can be only one*. "Eternal Duel: Untold Chronicles of the Immortals" brings to light the hitherto unseen sagas o...
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Starring SolesOfWonder with Hannah and Sarah once again.
Prologue;
The sun hung low over the ancient city of Constantinople, its waning light caressing the crumbling ramparts that had stood for a thousand years. In the distance, a sea of Ottoman tents stretched to the horizon, their banners fluttering in the breeze like a thousand crimson tongues. The air hummed with the tension of an impending storm, a prelude to the tempest that would soon engulf the last bastion of the Roman world.
Amidst the gathering shadows, two figures stood atop the city walls, their silhouettes etched against the dying light. Hannah and Sarah—names that had echoed through the centuries, forever entwined in a dance of love and hate. Once lovers in a distant age, now enemies bound by the eternal tide of history.
Hannah's gaze drifted across the Ottoman encampment, her emerald eyes hardening with resolve. She had sworn an oath to defend this city, to stand as a bulwark against the tide of darkness that threatened to consume it. For centuries, she had watched empires rise and fall, her sword a constant companion in the endless waltz of time.
Beside her, Sarah stood motionless, her raven hair billowing in the breeze. Her obsidian eyes smoldered with a hatred born of centuries of betrayal and pain. She had aligned herself with the Ottoman sultan, Mehmed II, her heart set on crushing the last remnants of the Roman world—a world that had once been her own.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Hannah turned to face her ancient foe. "So, it has come to this," she said, her voice tinged with sorrow. "After all these years, we find ourselves on opposite sides of history's chasm."
Sarah's lips curled into a mirthless smile. "History is written by the victors, Hannah. And this time, victory shall be mine."
Hannah's hand drifted to the hilt of her sword, the metal cool against her palm. "We shall see, Sarah. We shall see."
Chapter 1
The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, illuminating the Ottoman camp in a wash of gold. Sarah emerged from her tent, her armor glinting in the early morning light. Around her, the camp buzzed with activity as soldiers prepared for the impending assault.
As she strode through the sea of tents, Sarah's thoughts drifted to the centuries she had spent in pursuit of vengeance. She had been born Sabina, a gladiator in the blood-soaked arenas of Rome. It was there, amidst the clash of swords and the roar of the crowd, that she had first tasted immortality.
A hand on her shoulder jolted Sarah from her reverie. She spun, her blade half-drawn, only to find herself face to face with Mehmed II, the young Ottoman sultan.
"Peace, Sabina," he said, using the name she had once been known by. "I come bearing news."
Sarah relaxed, sheathing her sword. "Speak, then. What news do you bring?"
