Sealed inside the towering city walls of Acadia, magic users known as Wielders are feared and hunted for the abilities they have been blessed with. They're living in hiding, terrified of revealing themselves to the Authorities that hunt them.
But w...
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"The beginning is always today."
-Mary Shelly
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When the fate of the world hangs in the balance only the Blessed can assemble the pieces. A group of chosen children can bring the world back to light. If the Blessed fall, the world burns.
~Two elements bound through love~
~One with a force that defies gravity~
~An unlikely hero in the dark~
~An Eye that sees all~
~Shadows that reach for the light~
~A dream, an illusion to us all~
~A changer of time ~
~A Channel to hold them all together~
Each Blessed child has a role to play. Each must make their own sacrifice.
The world is in their hands.
A prophecy? Soren rolled his eyes. What a cliché.
His eyes scanned over the list of chosen Wielders again, a few of them reminding him of Wielders he already knew of. He slammed the Book of Time shut, dust clouding the air around him. The text swam in his head, conjuring thoughts he never thought he would dwell on.
A dream, an illusion to us all.
Was the Book of Time referring to him? Was he one of the Blessed?
He shook the thoughts out of his head. No one would ever choose him. He would always be used for Grimm's games. Leaning back in his chair, he thought of the Channel mentioned. It couldn't be Grimm. There was absolutely nothing light in his agenda. So that meant that the Channel must be Adira.
