The Weight of Becoming

The Weight of Becoming

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Enora Parker lived an ordinary life. She was never the center of a prophecy, never part of a kingdom- until she was called into a world she was never meant to belong to. In Aurelion, power is not a gift. It is a burden. Some wield music to inflict pain, some shape minds, some preserve life-or hasten its decay. And some... only return power to those who dare to use it. Enora does not know this world's rules. But this world knows her. And the one who draws closest to her is the one she should fear the most. Silent. Distant. Dangerous. Every time he steps closer, the air tightens. When they stand side by side, something shifts- a tension felt without touch, something nameless, unavoidable. When his gaze lingers on her, she doesn't want to run. But staying is never safe. Some forms of closeness do not comfort. They quicken the breath. They do not quiet the heart- they awaken it. Enora does not feel stronger beside him. She feels exposed. Unprotected. And that is the most dangerous thing she has ever known. Because in this world, the most dangerous bonds are not formed by touch, but by how close you allow someone to come. This is not an innocent love story. It is the story of two people who know how to pull away- and yet cannot. And sometimes, the heaviest transformation of all is allowing yourself to get this close to someone.
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The United Sectors of Argyris was a masterpiece. Home to people from all walks of life, the nation was divided into eleven sectors. Each was named after a colour on the spectrum and was the central of a different area of profession. Much like the colours that stood for them, its people led vibrant lives surrounded by like-minded individuals, going about their day-to-day businesses. The land was a canvas on which the painters did their work, taking pride in the masterpiece they'd created together. But that was the Argyris of fourteen years ago. Fourteen years since the King passed away and twelve since the Queen took over, the world as Argyrians know it has fallen apart. Two years ago came the death of the nation's only hope-Prince Nicholas-who was counted on to succeed the throne. Beneath the surface of a nation torn to shreds and people constricted by fear, something was rising. A wildfire was blazing through the sectors. The Nixes were rising from the ashes and ready to take back what was rightfully theirs. This time, they'd paint a different picture. One that was simply the art of war.

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