(Present Time)
In the heart of ancient wintry forest, where the snow-flakes danced like spirits in the moonlight and sunlight filtered through the leaves like golden threads, there stood a quant (attractive, old) cottage. It's stones whispered the secret of unforgotten love, lost dreams and unbreakable bonds.
That cottage said to be enchanted by villagers. They believed it held the key to breaking the curse that had plagued(haunted) a mysterious soul for centuries. The curse bound this soul to an unbreakable cycle of vengeance and revenge, trapping it into a chain of time.
In a wintry night when the snow covered all the trees like its sheltering the leaves from the freezing of winter. The roof of cottage was covered by snow making it more beautiful and attractive. Inside, warmth of crackling fire, battled the chill that crept through the wooden walls. A priest robbed in fur and wisdom, sat in an ancient chair, his face reflected the flames.
Besides him on a rug made of softest bear fur, was sitting his son. The boy's delicate features were illuminated/brighten up by the fire's glow, his fair milky skin was almost glowing. He was child of beauty, with an inmate curiosity for the mysteries, that lay beyond the veil of reality.
The priest cleared his throat, ready to pass down a tale that had been whispered from generation to generation, a story that is deeply rooted into their culture that it had become legend/myth.
"Listen well, my son." The priest began, his voice steady and low as if he is going to give his son a treasure that is now going to be handed over to his owner.
"Once upon a time, many centuries ago, before our ancestors walked these lands, there was a kingdom named "Celestria" it was full of nature, peace and love. Protected by famous family of "Celestria". But very soon it was besieged by darkness. Its king a noble soul, sought (try to find something) to protect his realm from those who wished it harm. He tried very hard to protect kingdom with different ways but in vain. Then he heard some words that an ancient magic that is prohibited to use because of its side effects. This magic can turn a human to another powerful creature and no one can defeat him. In his desperation, he turned to forbidden ritual transforming his most loyal friend into a devil, a sentinel (protector) to guard the kingdom's gate."
The boy's eyes widened with wonder, his heart beating in time with the story rhythm as his father's words are controlling his heart and mind. "The kingdom flourished under the watchful eye of devil. But peace born of fear is fragile thing. The people grew restless, and in a twist of fate, they rose against their protector. They kill the devil but his family also face their anger. They killed his wife and daughter in front of his eyes."
A somber silence filled the room as priest paused, the weight of history was heavy in the air.
"Yet from the ashes of tragedy, a spark of life remained. The devil's son named "Novean", a child with his father's strength and world's scorn, born of fire and blood, destined to inherit his father's legacy of darkness. And he fled into the mists of time, his legacy lived on, he carried with him untold powers, a legacy of both his lineage and the kingdom's betrayal, "his heart filled with sorrow and rage".
The priest's son "Ember Ae-Ri" with wide and innocent eyes clung to every words.
And what of the boy father? Where did he go?
He asked, his voice in a soft whisper.
"That my child is story of another time", the priest replied, a knowing smile touching his lips. "My son devil walks among us still, his powers hidden, his destiny yet to unfold".
As the fire dwindled to Ember, the priest drew his son close, the warmth between them a stark contrast to the chilling tale that hung in the air. And outside, they slept unaware of the magic that lingered just beyond the veil of reality.
In the hush of late night, Ember's room was secret world of shadows and whispers. His father has just finished the spinning tale of devil and his misfortune, a story that stirred Ember's young mind with a flood of questions.
Why had the devil's family faced such a cruel end?
Where could be devil's son now?
What adventures and trials might he be facing?
Did he take revenge for his family?
These thoughts clung to Ember, refusing to be silenced by night's call for sleep.
The moon outside was grand artist, painting the garden with stroke of silver light, turning every leaf and petal into a piece of art. This magical glow seemed to promise answers to the mysteries of light, inviting Ember's imagination to roam free. Yet, inside his room there was hold of darkness, broken only by the fire's warm glow. The flames danced lively, casting enchanting shapes that might have been the devil's kin from the story, now just harmless shadows.
Ember laid in his bed; an ancient piece adorned with stones that whispered tales of old. The golden blanket on him shimmered faintly, a soft armor against the night's chill. It was bed fit for a prince of stories, a fitting throne for a boy whose mind was kingdom of curiosity.
As the night deepened, Ember's thoughts spun around the name "Novean". It was as if the magic name rooted in his soul. He softly kept uttering his name as if it is a "Mantra", a secret spell that tied him to the story's heart and also with the owner of the name. He repeated it, a soft chant that filed the room with hope that might someone answer from the shadows.
Gradually, the world of wakefulness began to slip away from Ember. His eyelid grew heavy, the weight of countless questions pulling them down. The name "Novean" was the last piece of waking world to linger on his soft lips as he drifted into dreams.
There, perhaps he would find the devil's son, there he might explore the answer that eluded him to waking world. And so, wrapped in the comfort of his golden blanket. Ember surrendered to sleep, his spirit still wandering the story's hidden paths.
Ember was unaware of the fact that the name "Novean" is going to spell that magic on him which is unbreakable and is going to capture his heart and soul. Their love is like an invisible thread, woven by fate, connecting two souls. In the world of Ember's imagination their hearts sound in harmony, creating a symphony of emotions. Yet, for a child, this enchantment was both beautiful and bewildering, a delicate dance between innocence and longing. But still Ember wants to know about the devil's son "Novean". He was feeling some connection and sympathy between the two of them.
At that night Ember driven by an intense curiosity, ventured himself into an unfamiliar jungle of thoughts in search of Novean. This connection with the Novean fascinated him, and he hoped to uncover the secrets. However, his fate remains uncertain:
Would he find the truth of Novean and uncover the reality or prove it that it's not only the myth? Or would he lost in this forest of thinking and longing forever?
The End of 3rd Chapter
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Novean And Ember: The Celestrial Bond
FantasíaHello my dear Readers. This is my first story, and I hope you will enjoy reading it. I love to imagine things, and in this book, I'll be sharing my dreamy thoughts with you. I would really appreciate your support and love. With your encouragement, w...
