Powerless doesn't mean defenceless......
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Dive into a world where magic is birthright and destiny is never certain. In the lush, vibrant realm of Gholda, fifteen-year-old Akosua stands apart - a girl born without the gifts that define her...
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Under the moon's watchful gaze, a night dark, cold, and biting, in the realm of Gholda, where magic flows through every vein like the white lake, a prophecy arose on the land of the spirituals.
A girl unlike any Gholda had birthed before, destined to rise, to end The Great War, to be the fall of a powerful king. Not ordinary, not of straight path, her vision would be different, her way would be crooked, and her destiny, rough.
By the hands of the gods themselves, she would bring peace at last, wielding the Dagger of Justice, a symbol of hope, a tool of balance, carved by divine intention, sharp with righteousness, gleaming with inevitable truth.
The prophecy, a whisper in the wind, carried away by the night's air, fluttered like a fragile leaf, seeking ears meant to hear, but the lands were divided, torn by hatred, scarred with innocent blood.
Silence, the cruel companion of secrets, kept the truth locked away, hidden in the shadows of despair, while the girl grew, unseen, unnoticed, a seed in the dark soil, awaiting her time to bloom.
Her journey, foretold yet unknown, wove through sorrow and strength, bent by trials, shaped by struggle, she walked alone, guided by fate's stern hand, her steps echoed in the stillness, a rhythm of destiny, beating against the odds.
And when the dawn of her rise finally broke the horizon, the realm of Gholda would witness, the clash of prophecy and power, a dance of fate and free will, under the ever-watchful gaze, of a moon that remembers.
