Solar Opposites (BoyXboy)

Solar Opposites (BoyXboy)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., nov. 18, 2024
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Fantasy
I always make the wrong decisions just like my father said. "Danger is all you bring Hauri. One who does not know how to make right choices, choices that cause suffering, All's you'll ever be." The words that echoed in the back of my head, the words that brought me back to reality, my reality which I tread carefully each day. My body was shaking as I kept my bow drawn, my pose reeking of confidence which I truly lacked, watching the figure drinking from the stream as I remained hidden atop a branch. Him. He was not like me, he wore that uniform like a bullseye. Yet I, the one holding the dart, could not bring myself to call the shot. Not when his smile made my heart jump. Not when all I've done is make bad decisions. But was it truly a bad decision?
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" One advanced, then two. Soon I was running from five of them. My legs ached as branches lashed and scratched my cheeks. They were gaining as the sting in my tendons worsened. I would be caught, they would kill me. I wouldn't even make it to fifteen. I sobbed as I continued to run. I wouldn't give up until my final breath. I would keep running and running and running until no more was required of me. " This futuristic novel is about a world where a vicious mist roams, tainting human beings and often killing them or making them unnaturally weak. All tainted by the Mist are subjects to an evil god whom many believe in. In this world, a young boy is born tainted, a rare occasion. He is a prince and born into a life of scorn and overprotection. But there are some people in this world who do not wish him dead, and need his power for their personal desires.

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