The Curse Of Destruction [THE FIVE REALMS SERIES 1]

Prologue

The wind whispers secrets through the trees, carrying the scent of salt from the distant ocean. I press my hand against the cold glass of my window, yearning to touch the stars that glimmer in the velvet night sky. My heart aches with a longing I can't explain, a yearning for a world I've only dreamed of.

What does it truly look like, this world beyond the stone walls of my tower? I imagine the warmth of the sun on my skin, the rush of wind as I ride in a carriage, the vibrant tapestry of faces and cultures. I crave freedom, the chance to broaden my horizons and see the beauty that lies beyond the confines of my solitary existence.

But how can I escape this gilded cage? I am imprisoned here in the heart of the forest, the vast ocean my only other companion. My mother, a woman of enigmatic beauty and power, visits occasionally, but I never leave this tower, my home and my prison.

My memories are shrouded in a fog of amnesia, a blank canvas upon which only my name and the suffocating darkness of my past remain. The woman who introduced herself as my mother emerged from the shadows, a figure both comforting and unsettling. I hesitated to believe her, my heart filled with a deep, instinctive distrust.

Despite my initial reservations, her gentle touch and unwavering care gradually melted away my doubts. She became a beacon of warmth in the cold solitude of my existence. With each passing day, I found myself drawn to her, her presence a soothing balm to my wounded soul.

She taught me the art of cooking and cleaning, her hands guiding mine as I learned to navigate the intricacies of domesticity. When she left the tower, she always returned with gifts - books, their pages filled with tales of faraway lands and fantastical creatures. My mother, a witch of immense power, rode her broom through the night sky, returning with baskets overflowing with fruits and exotic delicacies.

The birds that serenaded me each morning became my constant companions, their melodies a soothing balm to my restless spirit. The crows, with their haunting calls, whispered stories of the night, their presence a comforting reminder that I was not truly alone.

Despite the beauty and tranquility that surrounded me, a persistent sense of unease gnawed at my soul. Why couldn't I recall the fragments of my past? Why did my mother seem so reluctant to speak of my origins? Where was my father? And why was I forbidden from venturing beyond the tower's walls?

A gnawing emptiness resided within me, a void that echoed with unanswered questions. I yearned to understand the truth, to unravel the mysteries that shrouded my existence.

I longed to ask my mother, but a silent barrier seemed to stand between us. Every time I attempted to delve into the past, she would subtly shift the conversation, her eyes filled with a sadness I couldn't decipher. The weight of her secrets pressed down on her, her gaze always fleeting, her words carefully chosen.

I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that she was hiding something. A truth she was determined to keep buried, a secret that threatened to shatter the fragile peace we had built.

The years stretched into an eternity, each day a monotonous repetition of the last. I clung to the hope that one day, my mother would reveal the truth, but as time wore on, that hope began to dwindle.

I had accepted my fate, resigned to the reality that I would spend the rest of my life confined within these walls. The thought of never experiencing the world beyond the tower, of never knowing the warmth of the sun on my face or the joy of human connection, filled me with a despair that gnawed at my soul.

Tomorrow marked my twentieth birthday, a milestone I had dreaded for years. Ten years had passed since I woke up in this prison, ten years of yearning and unanswered questions.

The wind howled through the trees, its icy fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a premonition of something unknown, something that would forever change the course of my life.

I had tried to escape, to break free from the chains that bound me. I had climbed the tower walls, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope, only to be thwarted by the insurmountable height and my mother's watchful eyes.

I was a prisoner, not only of these stone walls but also of my own fate. My life was a tapestry woven with threads of longing and despair, a tragic symphony of unfulfilled dreams.

As I turned to leave the window, a sound pierced the stillness of the night. A rustling, a whisper of movement outside the tower. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest.

Who dared to intrude upon my sanctuary? How did they find this hidden haven, this place where no one else had ever ventured?

I moved towards the source of the noise, my footsteps echoing in the silence of the hall. And there, bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, stood a young man, his gaze sweeping across the room.

His face was sculpted with an almost ethereal beauty, his features sharp and defined. His eyes, a deep, rich blue, held a spark of intelligence and a hint of mischief. He was a stranger, yet something about him drew me in, a sense of familiarity that I couldn't quite place.

"Who are you?" we both asked simultaneously, our voices echoing in the vast emptiness of the tower.

He bowed, his movements graceful and fluid. "I apologize for my intrusion," he said, his voice a melodic baritone. "I am lost, and I do not know how I arrived here. You may call me Caspian, from the Kingdom of Glorantha Halla."

My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation. This stranger, this Caspian, had stumbled into my world, a world I had believed was forever isolated. What did his arrival signify? Was he a harbinger of hope or a harbinger of danger?

I couldn't shake the feeling that his arrival was no mere coincidence. He had come to me, to this tower, for a reason. And I, despite my fears, felt a strange sense of anticipation, a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, my life was about to change.

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A/N:
Please don't compare my works with other fantasy story with magic and all because I have my own world of magic, law, tradition and other supernatural beliefs.
Kung ayaw nyo sa story ko, you can remove this on your library. Thank you for understanding. Lovelots💖