Night had no mercy here.

It stretched on forever, swallowing the horizon, choking the moonlight until the only thing left was a bruised sky—painted deep purple and black, cracked by cold stars.

Somewhere in that darkness, something watched. It had waited lifetimes for this moment, drifting between worlds, slipping through the gaps that desperate hands and broken hearts left behind.

It watched a boy with gentle green eyes and a scar pressed over his chest like a curse, laughing with friends who did not yet know how fragile their days were.

It watched a man with crimson eyes and a star etched beneath one of them, hiding blood on his hands behind crooked smiles.

It watched a soldier whose eyes flickered yellow and pink, the taste of duty forever sour in his mouth.

It watched gods who had long abandoned mercy.

Watched Angels who would one day bleed white across shattered fields.

And in the spaces between these souls, it felt the tremor of something older still—a grief that crawled through every timeline, whispering of fates already written.

Of victories that meant nothing.

Of monsters born not of nightmares, but of prayers that no god ever answered.

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"Do you ever wonder," someone once said, voice swallowed by wind, "if we were meant to fail from the start?"

"Maybe," came the reply. "But I'd rather burn trying than live under their chains."

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When the first of the stars cracked, the world didn't notice.

Not at first.

It would take time for the heavens to truly split open. For halos to shatter. For hisgrin to stretch impossibly wide across dusk-soaked battlefields.

And by then, all anyone could do was bleed.

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Somewhere far away, under a sky that forgot how to dream, the story began again.

It always did.

Because freedomwas stubborn.

Because even broken things keep fighting.

Because somewhere, somehow, someone always believed—

This time, we can save them all.

The kind of things that legends have in common , are great feats in their respective fields , their stories told , stories forgotten and some stories never known , but also that they are all dead .

But a living legend paints this world and molds it as they reach greater heights . Ikuta was going to be such a person , however the reason he became a person with great power was only because of his father .

The very person who created a great line of legends as well as the destroyer of each , the indiscriminate denier .

Contracts control a person and the law controls the contract . Loopholes are naturally found just like how people are not allowed to sign legal contracts when they are minors there are also laws that count the age of the person allowing them to predict when they are not minors anymore .

Karma just hit 20 at night about to sleep before someone decided to pouch him into a contract . Now plunged into a new world upon having the right age to sign some contract that originates from several higher figures . But contracts like this seem so familiar to him who is like a devil with a human face that can even make the devil think he is the real devil .

Book genres:

Modern fantasy, mystery, lgbtq+ romance, teenage/young adult fiction.

A little content warning:

Mild descriptions of a character's experiences of past physical/verbal/s*xual abuse, suicidal ideation, mental illness, and mild descriptions of violence/violent behavior.

Audience:

Suitable for a bit "older" teenagers and young adults are the "main audience". However, I think anyone can enjoy this book since more adult themes such as se*xuality and violence are described very lightly in this book! No graphic or explicit content is described, I'm just "touching upon" these topics.

Book description:

Will the little village in the middle of nowhere ever be accepting of the two siblings from far away, with peculiar family circumstances? Will the adoptive sisters ever find their love story and will the land of Avoranic forever be led by the peaceful queen they have now? Will perhaps all these people's destinies find a way to be put together and reveal the secrets that have been hiding for centuries?

Are Ellie, Nels, Ingrid, and Aline even aware of the adventure ahead of them? And will Cassidy and Castor lead them in the right direction on their journey?

A story about finding hope where hope no longer exists, about true friendship, and about magical powers in a grey everyday world.

Other information:

I'm writing this story in my free time and some days I have more time than others. However, I plan on making this into a paperback book when it's finished, and my main goal is for it to be somewhat of an ongoing project with not too many long breaks in between chapters. If you want to motivate me, don't shy away from giving me your feedback!

Oh, and another thing, English is not my native language. I'm originally from the Norse countries, so feedback on my English is appreciated (although I'm pretty confident of my knowledge) but if doing so, keep it constructive and fair. Thanks for stopping by.

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