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Mévouimeur: The Story of Lilac and Silver (Part 1)
The grand hall of the Mevouimeur manor was alive with the sounds of a lavish banquet. Servants bustled about, carrying trays of roasted fowl, baked breads, and glasses of fine wine, as the aristocratic guests mingled and conversed in hushed tones. At the head table, Henry Mevouimeur sat, his eyes glazed over, as his father, Lord James, delivered a long-winded speech extolling the virtues and accomplishments of their noble house.
By MadameObscura2 years ago in Fiction
Court of the Rogue
In the hub of the city of Eldoria where tales of enchantment and the smell of baking bread floated in the air there was a notorious place, infamous for its secrecy and risk—the Court of the Rogue. It was a secret world, a refuge for all the undesired, the beggars, cutthroats, and vagrants of the city. This organisation was headed by none other than its chief, a man who can only be described as Adrian. Adrian was a man of myth, and his legend was teamed and told to the point where people forgot that he was real. He was tall and dark, with colorful blue eyes that could easily penetrate any falsehood and enchanting blinks. But beneath his play-boy persona, there was a man with a heavy load of shame and remorse on his heart. One night, while the moon illumines the beautiful cobblestoned streets, a young man named Adrian, who preferred to be alone with his thoughts, was found sitting on the roof of an ancient cathedral. He stared at the view of the city that was lights down below and whispers of living. His thinking was cut short by the sound of footsteps a distance away coming closer. “Adrian,” a voice whispered, breaking the silence as a beautiful song would. He did a double take and spot a young woman with raven hair falling in her shoulders and greeny eyes full of vigour. She was called Elara: a talented thief who just entered the Court. Her abilities both as a singer and a performer were paired with boldness and passion which earned her Adrian’s respect. “What brings you here, Elara?” Adrian asked, his tone having transitioned between curiosity and what she could only interpret as affection. “I wanted to talk to you,” she said appearing closer to me. “But there is something you need to understand,” Adrian looked at the man, and then he simply raised an eyebrow of curiosity. Until now, Elara had gone to him only regarding official business, never for a matter of the heart. She was always on their missions with a clear mind and always took time to calculate her next moves. “Go on,” he encouraged softly. Elara felt a somewhat anxious in her chest, keeping her focus on him. “Adrian, I have something crucial to tell you in which I did not come to the Court only to run away from the past.” Well, I got here because I am a seeker. Adrian's eyes narrowed slightly. ”Who are they?” “My brother,” Elara voiced in a shaking voice. One day he vanished and now is considered dead and I think he could be in this country, Eldoria. Perhaps, he is in danger I suggested. Adrian’s eyes met Amelia’s and what he saw there filled him with determination. He had experienced the sting of loss – of a beloved family member, nevertheless – and he flinched. The former strike me as brave especially when one said firmly ‘We’ll find him, Elara’. However, the Queen told her: “But you must tell me everything you know.” Elara nodded and her facebead relaxed with relief. She started telling her story – how her younger brother Rowan was a powerful mage, how he disappeared one day, and how she decided to search for him having joined the Court of the Rogue. Soon they developed rapport, a trust that is created when two people are in similar situations, looking forward to something and desiring something they cannot have. These two warriors fell for each other because Adrian was intrigued by Elara’s strength and her need for aid and Elara needed a protector and friend in Adrian. They spent days, and sometimes weeks, chasing the leads based on the original plan and slowly peeling the layers of the conspiracy. They learned that Rowan had been abducted by a vicious sorcerer who called himself Malachai, and who planned to exploit Rowan’s magical powers for his own benefits. Their move was rather risky, and every turn led them closer to the nest of Malachai. Thus, the love between Adrian and Elara became stronger throughout the course of the game. Forced to steal brief moments of joy and comfort, they began to draw nearer to each other with each day. Late one stormy night, when they were making their camp right outside the borders of Eldoria, Elara couldn’t sleep anymore. There she sat by the fire with her head teeming with anxiety and optimism. Adrian came and sat beside her, his nearness soothing her anguish. “Did you ever want to know what life would have been like if something changed?” Elara questioned quietly, her gaze focusing on the firelight. Adrian let out a hefty breath, his eyes looking off into the horizon. Sometimes. But the past is a shadow that cannot be changed. The only thing that is certain is today and the prospect for tomorrow. Seeing him, Elara could only look at him, tears stinging her eyes because of so many things she wanted to tell him, but could not. “Darling, I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but you should know that you mean a lot to me, probably more than I can ever express. ” Adrian’s features relaxed and slowly his hand came up to cup her cheek. “Elara, you have opened my eyes and shown me life in ways I could have never imagined. I swear to you, we will find your brother and stop this curse.” Their lips gently touched each other in a kiss of reassurance of their love and of the future wars to be fought. The next day, they are able to pinpoint the exact location of the tower where Malachai was hiding – a formidable structure with dangerous mechanisms around it and an array of potent spells. Altogether, they entered the tower and their abilities checked each other well. Sly and speedy, Adrian complemented Elara’s sorceress abilities and her strong-willed personality. Having fought their way through the castle, they finally came face to face with Malachai on the top floor of the tower. The sorcerer was powerful, a black aura around him as if he was a storm. Still, Adrian and Elara fought with the force that combined love and desperation. And so it was Elara’s turn to land the fatal strike, her magic breaking through to Malachai and releasing her brother. Rowan, barely standing, but alive, let out a sigh of relief and hugged his sister. Rowan nodded and whispered his appreciation, “Thank you.” Naruto felt a tremendous weight lifted off his shoulders as he saw the joy on Elara’s face. "We’re together again, Rowan. That is all that counts.” After they stepped out of the tower, with the first rays of the sun illuminating the sky over Eldoria, Adrian squeezed her hand and smiled. “What next for us Adrian?” Elara questioned, her tone pregnant with expectation. Adrian gazed at her; he looked at her and his eyes were full of love. ‘No matter what is in store for us, we will overcome it. The Court of the Rogue has its core now, and it is you, Elara. They took Rowan back to the Court with Adrian and Elara and their growing love became a source of light in the darkness. Together, they built the new life where the love and courage prevailed over the dark forces. Thus, in the obscure places of the Eldoria, the legend of the Court of the Rogue continued to exist; its biggest story being the story of a rogue and a thief who came and overcame the grim fate and who finally found their place by each other’s side.
By Mohit Rana2 years ago in Fiction
Family, Love & Money
Once upon a time, in a cozy little town where everyone knew everyone else's business, there lived the Smith family. Now, the Smiths weren't your average family. They had a whole lot of love, a pinch of drama, and a dash of money thrown into the mix.
By Syarifuddin Nursyamsu2 years ago in Fiction
Here is the most special rose under the sun
17 years old, petals with the age of rain, in the spring breeze slightly red crisp face. In the class of laughter, he bowed his head embarrassed to sit down, the corner of his eye, but gently, sprinkled on her body - others laugh, he does not care, only her, even a disdain, as long as she can look at him, he is satisfied.
By TamHanh ThuyLinh2 years ago in Fiction
Here is the most special rose under the sun
He was 17 years old. 17 years old, petals with the age of rain, in the spring breeze slightly red crisp face. In the class of laughter, he bowed his head embarrassed to sit down, the corner of his eye, but gently, sprinkled on her body - others laugh, he does not care, only her, even a disdain, as long as she can look at him, he is satisfied.
By TamHanh ThuyLinh2 years ago in Fiction
10 Best Anime To Watch Most Popular Anime Of All Time . Content Warning.
The universe of anime offers an immense scene of stories, from fantastical undertakings to contemplative dramatizations. Picking what to observe first can overpower! This guide investigates both widely praised and fan-most loved anime, giving you a springboard to hop into this unique medium.
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
Dancing Under the Moonlight
The night was still, the air filled with the gentle hum of crickets and the distant rustling of leaves. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the meadow below. It was a night made for magic, where dreams felt close enough to touch.
By Dinda Wati2 years ago in Fiction
The Best Disney Animated Movies of All Time That You Should Watch Right Now
The Walt Disney Development Studios have woven a weaving of describing charm for just about hundred years. Picking undoubtedly "wonderful" Disney films is a nearby unfathomable task, as these motion pictures hold a remarkable spot in the hearts of ages. Regardless, ten motion pictures stand separated for their enduring through impact, development quality, and ability to resound with swarms, things being what they are. Subsequently, grab your popcorn, faint the lights, and plan to plunge into our top picks for the Disney vivified show-stoppers you should see right now:
By Bikash Purkait2 years ago in Fiction
Dream After Dream of You
I saw her again. My real-life dream had never been over, even after close to forty years apart. Now, I dream of her again, night after night. It is almost the same dream, with a few variations, such as the colour of her hair and nail polish. Sometimes, they are blue, my favourite colour, and sometimes they are green, her favourite colour and my treasured second.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Fiction
The Art of Falling in Love
Lena had always believed in love—she'd read enough romance novels and watched enough rom-coms to consider herself somewhat of an expert on the subject. But real life? It hadn't quite measured up to the fairy tales and Hollywood scripts. That was until she met Tom.
By Dinda Wati2 years ago in Fiction
