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Galatea: The Last Whisperer

When the last whisperer is murdered, the fate of Athyria hangs in the balance. But a glimmer of hope arises in the form of a young girl, Galatea, who discovers that she has the ability to see and communicate with the fayes of Aelfrey. Suddenly, she finds herself thrust into the role of the new whisperer, with the weight of an entire land on her shoulders. Gala quickly learns that she cannot do this alone. With the help of the stern commander in chief, Alvaro, the two set out to rediscover the lost dimensions and reunite Athyria under the guidance of their sacred goddess, Dylareia. But they soon realize that they are not the only ones with an interest in this journey. As they journey through the different dimensions, Gala and Alvaro encounter unexpected allies and foes, each with their own agendas and secrets. But as their journey progresses, Gala begins to suspect that the true enemy may be closer than they ever imagined. As she grapples with her newfound power and the responsibility it brings, she must also navigate the complex relationships and intricate politics of the different beings of Athyria. Can she rise to the occasion and fulfill the prophecy, or is Athyria doomed to remain divided forever?

Missy_Castillo · Fantasy
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134 Chs

Booze and Wine

Gala woke up with a loud knock on the door of her chamber. She stretched out lazily on her bed with her eyes still half-closed. She remembers all that happened with Thrarumli's coronation last night vaguely.

She got off her bed and walked towards the door with her eyes still closed, not caring what she looked like at the moment.

"Gala... did I wake you up?" Alvaro reluctantly asked her when she opened the door.

When she heard Alvaro's familiar voice, she felt like she had been thrown with cold water. Her eyes immediately flung open, and she stared at Alvaro with wide eyes.

"Alvaro!" She exclaimed in panic as she tried to rake her hair with her hands. She turned her back on him and even frantically wiped her face with her hands, making sure that there were no spots of dried-up saliva in the corner of her mouth. Lastly, she put her hand on her mouth and tried to blow on it as she sniffed her own breath.

'Not so terrible.'