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لم أكتب هذه الرواية لأروي حكايةً تتعاقب فيها الأحداث، ولا لأصنع قصةً تسير من بدايتها إلى نهايتها وفق ترتيبٍ واضح. لم تكن الغاية من كتابتها أن أصل إلى نهايةٍ محددة، أو أن أقدّم للقارئ حكايةً مكتملة الأركان. كتبتها لأن في رأسي أشياء كثيرة. أفكارٌ تتزاحم، ومشاعرٌ وأسئلةٌ تعود مرارًا دون أن تجد جوابًا. وكلما حاولت أن أتركها جانبًا، وجدتُها تعود بصورةٍ أخرى، وكأن العقل لا يهدأ إلا إذا أُعطيَ ما يكفيه من الكلمات. لذلك كتبت. كتبت لا لأجد حلًّا، ولا لأثبت شيئًا، بل لأمنح عقلي قليلًا من الراحة. وضعت ما يدور في داخلي على الورق، فكرةً بجانب فكرة، وشعورًا بجانب شعور، دون أن أهتم دائمًا بأن تكون الأشياء مرتبةً كما تُرتّب الحكايات. قد يجد القارئ في هذه الصفحات أحداثًا، وشخصيات، ومواقف، لكنه قد يجد أيضًا شيئًا آخر؛ أفكارًا عابرة، وتأملات، ومشاعر ربما لا تؤدي إلى شيء سوى أنها كانت بحاجة إلى أن تُكتب. ولهذا، لا أريد من القارئ أن يبحث في كل صفحة عن بدايةٍ أو عقدةٍ أو نهاية. ربما لا تكون هذه الرواية رحلةً نحو مكانٍ ما، بقدر ما هي محاولةٌ للخروج من مكانٍ كان العقل عالقًا فيه. إن كان لهذه الكتابة غرضٌ واحد، فهو أنني حين أضع آخر كلمةٍ على الورق، أرجو أن يصبح رأسي أكثر هدوءً وهذا، في الأصل، كان سبب كتابتها.

The Outcast's Mark... The Fugitive's Glory In the beginning, the war was never over the land - it was over who earned the right to write History." In a world where convictions become weapons and truth becomes treason, no one dies because of evil alone - but because they are certain they are right. There are no heroes here. No villains. Only souls carrying weights they never chose, paying prices no one will ever know. A man branded a traitor for daring to think. A warrior carrying a forbidden name and a secret that rewrites history itself. A woman who built everything from the ashes of what she lost - whose loyalty became more dangerous than any weapon. A fighter climbing toward the throne of power not to rule - but to break the system that created her. And in the depths of darkness... someone who betrayed everyone he loved - to save everyone who remained. Behind the wars that everyone sees, seven beings older than the universe itself move in the shadows, seeking to reclaim a world they lost before the stars were born. And the earth humanity walks upon every day - is not just a planet. It is a sleeping secret buried in the depths, a secret that should never be uncovered. No one knows the full truth. Not even those fighting for it. Not even those dying to protect it. Because in this world - those who carried the world on their shoulders were never remembered as heroes. They were remembered as traitors. "Everyone runs toward glory... but only those who lose everything... ever find what they were truly fighting for."

The King's Epic: Fate-Runner ​"In the beginning, the war was never over the land; it was over who earned the right to write History." ​Across 24 chapters of wandering and awakening, this saga takes you beyond the masks. Here, there are no heroes-only souls attempting to survive the absurdity of existence. ​The tale begins with Mick, the man who saw the truth when everyone else chose blindness, paying for his vision with exile and a mark of shame. In a world that sanctifies meaningless death, he was branded a "Deserter." Yet, he was the only one who understood that running is sometimes the only path to a true confrontation. ​This is not a simple conflict between two sides; it is a human journey against three formidable walls: ​The Wall of Brotherhood: Where sacrifice wears the cloak of betrayal, and your greatest enemy becomes the one you loved more than yourself. ​The Wall of Fate: That invisible thread pulling us toward our ends, which Mick attempts to sever with his bare hands. ​The Wall of the Ultimate Truth: The shock that awaits everyone when they discover that the planet which cradled their cries is no tender mother... but the Primordial Entity lurking in the shadows, the Silent Boss awakening to reclaim the rights of the Ancients. ​From the humiliation of chains to the freedom of defiance, embark with the "Fate-Runner" on an epic that redefines loyalty. Discover that the greatest battles are not fought with swords, but are those we wage to prove we are not merely shadows in a play written by others. ​"Everyone runs toward glory... while Mick runs toward the Truth. And at the end of the journey, all will realize that he who fled his fate was the only one who truly mastered it."