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Heaven's Veiled Truths

Knowledge? She has an abundance of it. Skills? She has them unquestionable. Charm? She has it unmatched. Ability? She has it in great ton. Genevieve Merindol has everything a successful storyteller could ever need to thrive. Yet, she also possesses something a storyteller should never need to survive—an unbelievable amount of scandalous and fearless opinions. These opinions have landed her in a fair share of problems, fights, and even wars that she seems to relish. She is a storyteller like no other, thriving on conflict and holding secrets that may spell trouble even for the gods and goddesses. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There were once a pair of twin deities of retribution. They were beloved and revered, respected, and held in high regard. Until they were caught up in the destruction of a world and its people, no one looked their way. The heavens forsook them, their followers abandoned them, and even their loved ones betrayed them. They were rightfully punished with death by the heavens. That is where their story ended. And that is how Genevieve is expected to share it, as she is a storyteller and this is how the story is supposed to go. However, Genevieve Merindol is an odd storyteller. She tells of tales lost in time. Of tales willingly forgotten by people. Of tales that can invoke hatred. Of tales that can invoke awe. Of tales that may kill her one day. But she has a story to tell, A story to convey, A story that is sending a ton of villains her way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **AUTHOR'S NOTE** My update schedule is sporadic. WARNING: The main character's love interest is a girl, but romance and LGBT themes are minimal and not central to the story. Including such tags might seem misleading. The relationship is necessary for a few scenes, but won't be frequently mentioned. If this bothers anyone, please be aware. P.S. The cover art was made with the help of DALL-E. I only have my mediocre art skills to blame here...

WorryIsho · Fantasy
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9 Chs

PROLOGUE:

Almost four centuries ago, all the worlds experienced a massive earthquake. It was so ferocious and destructive that it would have been a miracle if even half of humanity had survived.

Yet, everyone did survive, with not a single damage occurring to their belongings or surroundings. It was clearly divine protection.

However, it was soon discovered that one of the seven worlds had been destroyed.

Now, only six remained.

One of the gods was directly responsible for destroying that world. There were suspected to be other accomplices too. Mainly, the twin deities of retribution.

The news spread like wildfire. It was bizarre. It was terrifying. It was exciting. Soon enough, everyone knew it.

Before long, no one could say what the real story was, as it was spun into many tales, with everyone believing their own version.

But one thing remained constant: the central gods in this story would not be easily forgotten by anyone.

Nearly three centuries later, the worlds began to experience very odd changes that seemed destined to become permanent. These changes were either good or bad, but they ultimately became the new normal for the people of the present.

The sun grew dimmer.

Fireflies began to dance in the twilight.

Children, once safeguarded by celestial hands, now found themselves more vulnerable to injury.

Yet, the lands grew more crowded. Animals grew restless on a particular day each year.

The weather turned more volatile.

Then, a sudden whisper spread through the heavens and across the worlds they governed: Two of the central figures in the tale of the seventh world's destruction had perished.

And the very god responsible for the calamity had somehow disappeared.

Naturally, stories emerged. Plays were staged. Books were published. Tales were passed down, and many storytellers attained near-celebrity status.

Among those storytellers was Genevieve Merindol, who had her own tales to share—everyone had their own take on these stories. So did she.

But somehow, hers were always particularly jarring, controversial, and refreshingly new.