Unspoken
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Phoenix, First Heiress of Aridor once had a bright future ahead of her. Growing up, she was always told: "You are destined to lead your clan." But Phoenix doesn't believe in destiny, and for good reason. When she and her sister were still just children, their parents were assassinated. Even at a young age they were prepared to follow in their parent's footsteps as clan leaders, but that would not happen. Just a few months after their parent's deaths, a rival clan raided their home. Now left with no family, their homes burned to the ground, and their people either killed or taken prisoner... Phoenix has fallen further than she could have ever imagined.
After eight long years of grief, a series of events inspire Phoenix to tackle a (borderline suicidal) undertaking. A boy from a clan she'd come to resent, a vision of a girl imprisoned in enemy territory... A prophecy, stating: "Too much has gone Unspoken in this world."
(I've been working on this story for years now, and I am currently in my final edit for it! My goal is to publish it, so I would love any feedback! ππ)
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Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.
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