Blood Brothers
I still remember the night we cut our palms and swore to be brothers until death. Elias was more than family—he was my shadow, my mirror, my other half. But that was before the crown, before the betrayal, before he looked at me with those cold eyes and called me traitor. Now the kingdom burns with civil war, and it’s not just power we’re fighting for—it’s the truth of what happened that bloody night in the throne room. And if I’m being honest? I don’t know which would hurt more: winning… or losing him.The knife in my hand is the same one we used ten years ago to seal our oath. Back then, it was ceremonial. Tonight, it’s real.
Rain slithers down my face like tears the sky won’t shed. Across the ruined courtyard, Elias stands beneath the broken arch, his armor drenched in crimson—not all of it his. He doesn’t draw his sword. He just stares, and in his eyes I see the ghost of the boy who once took a blade for me.
"You shouldn’t have come back," he says, voice cracking like thunder in the distance.
I step forward. "You sent the letter. 'Come home, brother.' What did you expect?"
A flicker. Pain. Then ice. "That wasn’t me. It was a trap. And now you’re here… the oath demands payment."
The ground trembles. The stones beneath us glow with old runes—the Blood Pact awakening. It won’t let us walk away. Not again.
He raises his hand. A dagger appears in his palm, mirroring mine.
This is how it ends. Or begins.
De7nzy
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The Forest Of Forgetting
I don’t remember my name. The forest took it—like it takes everything else. Every step deeper erases another memory, another piece of who I was. But I keep walking because there’s a voice calling me, faint beneath the rustling leaves, singing a lullaby only someone from my past could know. The elders say no one returns from the heartwood. But if I forget everyone I’ve loved… what’s left to go back to?
EchoesFromTheDark
You were the last one to hear their voices before the blackout—the whispers that came not through the air, but through the bones of the earth. Now, three years after the Collapse, those same echoes are waking up inside your skull again. They’re not just memories. They’re instructions. And they’re getting louder. Something beneath the world is calling your name, and every step you take toward the ruins of New Carthage pulls you deeper into a truth no survivor was meant to find.
Darkness Follows
You feel it before you see it—the breathless hush, the way the light bends away from you. Shadows don’t just follow here. They hunger. Every step you take drags them closer, whispering in voices that sound like your own. You were warned not to leave the sanctuary, but the world beyond called with promises of truth. Now, there’s no going back. The darkness remembers your name, and it’s catching up.
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