Green Embers (ON HOLD)

Green Embers (ON HOLD)

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You've heard the story of Maleficent. Most people flinch upon hearing her name. But this is the story of her life before Maleficent, becoming her, and letting go of her. After getting banished from her kingdom, young Maeve has to fend for herself in a world full of deceit and misery. Her emotions stolen from her, her family gone, and friendships broken, she's no longer the same person. But what happens when she decides to stick her nose where it shouldn't be? Soon her entire world is crumbling and crashing down. The consequences of her actions soon begin to take effect. Friendships once full, now are broken. The truth once clear is now so foggy it's unrecognizable. The world once full of peace is now erupting in flames of Green. Now all that is left, are Green Embers. Cover by: @-decepted
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There are no rules here. No laws. No one to tell you what's right or wrong-because right and wrong don't mean much anymore. In this world, the dead don't stay dead. Time doesn't move the way it should. One second stretches forever, and the next disappears before you can breathe. The world feels... paused. Broken. Caught between what once was and what refuses to end. It's beautiful, in a terrifying kind of way. Endless skies. Cities half-swallowed by fog. Echoes of laughter that don't belong to anyone alive. And somewhere in the middle of it all-Maeve. She walks through the stillness like she belongs there, even though she doesn't. Her steps are quiet, steady, like she's listening to something the rest of the world can't hear. There's a sadness in her, yes-but also calm, like she's already seen everything there is to see. Maeve didn't choose to come here. She was taken. Dropped into a new community that feels more like a cage than a home. But she doesn't fight it-not at first. She watches. Learns. The shadows whisper secrets, and she listens. Something about this place is wrong. She can feel it. The people act strange. The air hums with hidden energy, like the world itself is holding its breath. And Maeve can't help but wonder- if death isn't the end here... then what is?

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