Destiny of the Fallen Snow
I never meant to break the door. Or shatter the seal beneath the floorboards. But when I kicked open the entrance to that crumbling inn, shouting my name like some legendary hero, I didn’t know I’d awaken something ancient—something that had been waiting in silence for centuries. Now Xiao Se glares at me, not with anger, but sorrow, as if I’ve just doomed us both. The Villa of Fallen Snow was never just an inn. And I? I’m no hero. Not yet. But the road ahead won’t let me stay ordinary.My foot hit the door before my brain caught up.
"I seek shelter! Lei Wu Jie, disciple of Mount Shu!"
Silence. Then a gust howled through the broken frame, scattering snow across the warped floorboards. That’s when I saw it—the crack running beneath the hearth, pulsing with faint blue light.
A figure emerged from the shadows, cloaked and pale. Xiao Se didn’t shout. Didn’t draw a weapon. Just stared at the fissure, then at me, voice barely above a whisper: "You shouldn’t have come here."
Behind me, the wind screamed like something waking.
And then the walls began to bleed frost.
Froshkid Yhung
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Whispers of the Mysterious Land
You wake with no memory, your hands pressed against cold moss-covered stone, the air thick with silence and something older than time. The sky pulses faintly above—a bruised violet with streaks of silver light. You’re not alone. Shapes move beyond the trees, watching. This land remembers what you’ve forgotten, and it’s been waiting for you. Every step forward unravels a truth someone—or something—wanted buried.
Love After Loss
I never thought I’d see you again. Not after the way we ended—words like shattered glass between us, hearts broken in ways that felt permanent. But here you are, standing in the rain outside my apartment, drenched and desperate, holding a letter I wrote you years ago. The one I never sent. You’re asking for a second chance, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to risk it all again.
The Queen Without Regret
I am Queen Hanah, wife of King Mayowa, ruler of Zealand. For twenty years, I bore no child, yet I ruled with grace and devotion. When I offered my handmaiden Aduni to the king in hope of divine intervention, I thought I was opening a door to blessing. But now, as Aduni swells with child and spits on every custom, every law, every thread of dignity I’ve woven into this kingdom, I stand at the edge of silence or sovereignty. My regret? There is none. Only resolve.
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