@the_ink_of_balencia
Some wars are fought with steel, others with silence. But the heaviest battles are the ones waged within the soul.
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The Ramil Dunes...
Here, daughters return to the ghosts that birthed them. Mothers wear regret like jewellery, glinting under a cruel sun. Love tastes of salt and sand, and the air carries the faint perfume of what could have been.
When Bahr steps into that barren mirage of memory, the desert watches in silence. It knows the weight she carries. Truth stirs beneath her feet, restless and sharp, begging to be unearthed.
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Mesmerising! I feel like I just watch a movie trailer reading that description, Barak Allah!
They whispered run until the walls became teeth. Hwasal slips away with a practiced lie on her lips and a frozen mercy in her chest; Dabir wakes to an absence that tastes like glass. At a wedding where joy turns brittle, roses scatter and an old quiet cracks open, the dunes listen as a promise burns, and revenge begins to stir in the sand.
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✨ Nightmares bleed into reality, and visions refuse to stay buried. Balencia wakes with death still clinging to her skin, Jamshar’s warmth the only anchor in a world unraveling.
But shadows tighten their grip—three strangers, three checkpoints, and a truth too sharp to ignore.
Meanwhile, Bahr and Jibala stumble upon a girl whose pain reshapes the earth itself. In exile, in grief, in secrets—they are all being pulled toward the same storm. ✨
Check out my new chapter "Aureate Pearls"
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✨ Grief has a voice, and tonight it sang to her. Three strangers of sorrow carved their truths into Balencia’s soul, peeling back the illusion of control she once wore like armour. What she lost in tears, she gained in awakening. But awakenings are not always gentle, sometimes, they forge weapons from broken hearts. ✨
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⚖️ Truth burns sharper than steel.
Paddar questions with patience, but fire is the storm that makes men tremble.
And when Dr. Qas dares to leer at Balencia, he confuses silence for weakness—
forgetting she’s a woman who’s already faced kings and left them in ruin.
Vengeance doesn’t always need a blade.
Read my next chapter: The Paladin Ablaze! ✨
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When moons shatter and bleed silver into the sands, dreams stop being dreams, they become warnings.
In Obsidian’s courts of velvet and venom, Balencia and Jamshar walk like dusk and fire, quietly loud, dangerously beautiful.
But beneath the gold pillars and silk words, something darker is watching. Strangers with unblinking eyes. Vanishing girls. Secrets written in blood.
⚖️ Justice here isn’t served. It’s stolen. And those who try to take it back must be willing to burn the world.
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Beneath the lavender mist, the bathhouse breathed in beauty… and exhaled rot.
Silk ghosts moved through its halls, their smiles stitched shut, their souls pawned for survival.
Here, love was a narcotic, loyalty a currency, and truth… a death sentence.
But even in the underbelly of decay, two strangers dared to walk as warriors.
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Names like scars. Files like coffins.
Bahr bleeds memory, and Jibala calls it truth.
But what does it mean to be born Desh, when your name is penciled into a ledger like livestock?
Their past bites through their skin and their future wears another’s face.
Read my next chapter Roads to Oblivion
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