Rise of the Crown

Rise of the Crown

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione lun, ott 30, 2017
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Fantasy
The ancient city of Akaha-gur was ruined in a time long past, sealing away the ancient evil known only as the "Dark King". The Great King Gruhband, at the behest of his advisor Tura, ventured into the ruins of the ancient city many years later. Unknown to Gruhband, Tura has unsealed the Dark King while they were in the old throne room. The Dark King had killed the Great King and begun ruling the Lands with a firm fist. Two years later, the Lands were fully under the control of the Dark King. However, there was a old prophecy that was passed down from ruler to ruler. "The bloodline of the Great King would rise again, bringing peace to the Lands and sealing away the Dark King for all eternity". Book 1 of the Ancient Words of Fate. Thanks to my friend Sean Manaloto for making the cover.
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Prologue: The Forgotten Tongue The sky above Ornea was painted in hues of crimson and gold, the final remnants of the sun fading behind towering mountains. A lone figure staggered through the ruins of an ancient temple, his breath ragged, his body battered. The inscriptions on the stone pillars glowed faintly, whispering secrets of a long-forgotten age. He traced his fingers over the intricate characters carved into the walls. 古之言,乃为天授 (Gǔ zhī yán, nǎi wéi tiān shòu) - "The ancient tongue is a gift from the heavens." The words pulsed with a strange warmth beneath his touch. The man, a scholar in his prime, had devoted his life to uncovering the truth behind the lost language of magic. He had believed that knowledge was power, but tonight, he understood its true meaning. A shadow loomed over him. From the darkness, a knight clad in black armor stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Foolish old man," he sneered. "You wasted your life chasing words no one remembers." The scholar coughed, blood staining his lips. "You don't understand... the system... it weakens us. True power lies in the words themselves." The knight's blade descended. As the scholar's vision blurred, his trembling hands traced the final character in the dust. A single word. A final spell. 唤醒 (Huàn xǐng) - "Awaken." The temple trembled. Light burst forth from the carvings, illuminating the forgotten script that had once shaped the world. The knight staggered back, shielding his eyes. And in that moment, a pulse of power surged through Ornea, stretching across empires, kingdoms, and battlefields. Far away, in a different time and place, a young man gasped as foreign symbols burned into his mind. The forgotten tongue had found a new speaker. And the world would never be the same again.

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