Blade of the Witch

Blade of the Witch

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"The year is 1943. Desperate to absolve his past mistakes, Joen, an American Pinkerton agent, is given an opportunity to redeem himself: rescue Matilde, a teenage girl with mysterious powers who was sent away to live in Agarthya, a hidden fantasy world that can only be accessed through portals. But when Zed, an evil necromancer and ruthless military ruler, discovers a passage to Agarthya and finds Matilde, whom he's been hunting for ever since she was a child, Joen and Matilde are forced to trust each other and must rely on a mysterious artifact called the Blade of the Witch, in order to survive against the onslaught of Zed and uncover a dark secret about their past and connection to Zed and Agarthya."
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Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine. (this is my very first novel. I got my inspiration from a nail clipper)

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