Kalypso
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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., avr. 16, 2023
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When Naoki stops to help a creature he finds hooked to a rock in the ocean, he's thrown out of the confines of his unremarkable life. Together, they wade through the mysteries of the Island: from his Ohy's disappearance, up to the suspicious organisation following their every move. Kalypso is vast and its tides are strong, with sirens and beasts abound. And at the very tip of the volcano that is the City of Gos, she awaits them. For Naoki, it is only the beginning. --- He breaks the surface in one continuous movement. His body cuts through the water as he descends, blinking rapidly to regain his vision. Just like that the world quietens down - no more waves, or wings flapping above him; all distractions become void as he is submerged. It is what he's always loved the most, that feeling of weightlessness as the brine flows past his limbs, cool like the chills of early Loutgao. The light moves slowly along his outstretched fingers as he continues to dive into the deep. He wonders what he'll find.
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Book 1 of Rewritten: The Inamorate Saga. The great reveal had been beneficial for some. Elves, particularly, with their beauty and grace and quiet manipulation of the world around them. They thrived in the light, able to infiltrate human structure with ease, carving out a place for their kind at the most crucial of times. Their leaders set down territory lines, segregating cities and even states for themselves, for the growth of their people. They flourished, building their empire on the backs of those withered beneath. Fae, however, didn't find such a foothold. They remained in the darkness, hidden away in the tangles of forest untouched by humans, trapped within their clans. The dark ages reigned through those woodlands, void of modern technology and any shade of defiance. Monarchs ruled, surrounded by warriors, enforcing their law upon the common people. Outside, there was talk of abuse, of forced subjugation, whispers from those fae that had made it, that had escaped. Salem had chosen to remain silent. Five years had passed, not a soul knew of the clan he had fled. He had a family, three brothers who had taken him in, who had chosen to house him rather than barter money for the purity he still held. There was a normality to the world, to the life that Salem had forged. There was no reason for change, nothing to draw him back into that inky abyss he had clawed out of. Nothing but a tree flowering ivory petals housed in the estate of one of the most influential elves in their city...

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