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Shadows of Revolution

Shadows of Revolution follows the story of Taren, a prince who possesses the rare gift of magic in a kingdom where it is feared, and those who possess it are hunted down and executed. Taren has learned to keep his powers hidden, using them only when absolutely necessary, but as he grows older, he begins to question the way things are in his kingdom. One day, Taren saves an old man from being beaten by soldiers, revealing his powers to the world. He flees the kingdom and joins a group of rebels fighting against the oppressive rule of the king. Taren quickly rises through the ranks and becomes one of the most trusted leaders of the rebels. But the king is not blind to the rebellion, and a great battle ensues. Taren fights with all his might, using his powers to turn the tide of the battle, but the rebels are ultimately defeated, and Taren is captured. The king offers him a deal, spare his life if he uses his powers to serve the kingdom, but Taren refuses and is led to the gallows. To his surprise, a sudden surge of power flows through him, freeing him from the noose. The rebels launch a surprise attack, rescuing Taren and defeating the king. Taren becomes the new ruler of the kingdom, ushering in a new era of peace and prosperity and fulfilling his destiny to bring freedom and justice to his people. Book cover: from pinterest

Ikhlaas_Salman · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
85 Chs

The Secret Revealed

Taren couldn't believe what he had just heard. His mother, the queen, was the one who had ordered the arrest and execution of his friend, a young woman named Eira, who had been accused of practicing magic.

Taren had always suspected that his mother was cruel and heartless, but he never thought she would go so far as to order the execution of someone he cared about. He felt sick to his stomach as he tried to process the news.

As he stood there in shock, he heard a knock at his door. He quickly wiped away his tears and composed himself before answering. It was his father, the king.

"Taren, I need to speak with you," his father said, his voice grave. "We need to talk about your future."

Taren's heart sank. He knew what his father meant by "his future." It was time for him to take on more responsibility, to become a leader like his father and grandfather before him.

But Taren wasn't sure he was ready for that kind of responsibility. He had always felt like an outsider in the royal court, like he didn't belong. And now, with the knowledge of his mother's cruelty weighing on him, he felt even more disconnected from his family and his duties as a prince.

"I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of responsibility," Taren said, his voice trembling. "I don't even know if I want to be a part of this family anymore."

His father looked at him with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I know it's not easy, Taren. But you were born into this family, and with that comes certain responsibilities. We need you to be strong, to be a leader."

Taren sighed, feeling trapped. He didn't know what to do, how to reconcile his duty to his family with his own desires and beliefs.

That night, Taren couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, his mind racing with thoughts of Eira, his mother, and his future as a prince.

As the sun began to rise, Taren made a decision. He couldn't stay in the palace, couldn't continue to be a part of the royal court. He had to leave, to find his own path, to discover who he truly was.

He packed a small bag with some clothes and supplies, wrote a note to his father explaining his decision, and slipped out of the palace under the cover of darkness.

As he walked away from the palace, Taren felt a sense of freedom he had never felt before. He didn't know where he was going or what he would do, but he knew one thing for certain - he was no longer a prince. He was just Taren, a young man on a journey of self-discovery, and he was determined to make the most of it.

Taren walked for hours, the sun beating down on him as he made his way through the countryside. He had no idea where he was going, but he didn't care. He was free, and that was all that mattered.

As the day wore on, Taren grew tired and hungry. He had no money or food with him, and he was starting to regret his decision to leave the palace. But he couldn't go back now. He had made his choice, and he had to stick to it.

Just as he was about to collapse from exhaustion, Taren saw a small cottage in the distance. He made his way towards it, hoping to find someone who could help him.

As he approached the cottage, he saw an old woman sitting outside, knitting. She looked up as he approached, and he could see the kindness in her eyes.

"Excuse me," Taren said, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm lost and I don't have any food or money. Is there any way you could help me?"

The old woman smiled kindly. "Of course, dear. Come in and sit down. I'll make you some tea and we can talk."

Taren felt a sense of relief wash over him as he stepped inside the cottage. The old woman made him some tea and listened patiently as he told her his story.

"I understand why you left," the old woman said, her voice soft. "But you must be careful, my dear. The world outside of the palace is a dangerous place, especially for someone like you."

Taren nodded, feeling grateful for the old woman's kindness. He knew she was right, but he couldn't go back to the palace. Not after what he had learned about his mother.

As the night wore on, Taren stayed with the old woman, talking and laughing as they shared stories. He felt a sense of warmth and comfort in her presence, and for the first time since he had left the palace, he felt like he had made the right decision.

As he drifted off to sleep that night, Taren knew that his journey was far from over. But he also knew that he had made the right choice. He was no longer a prince, but he was something more - he was a person, with his own thoughts and feelings and desires. And that was something he would never give up, no matter where his journey took him.

As Taren woke up the next morning, he felt a sense of gratitude towards the old woman. She had given him a safe place to rest and had treated him like a son. Taren knew he couldn't stay there forever, but he wasn't sure where to go next.

The old woman suggested that he travel to a nearby village and see if he could find work there. "You're a strong young man," she said. "I'm sure you'll be able to find something to do."

Taren thanked the old woman for her hospitality and set out for the village. As he walked, he thought about everything that had happened over the past few days. He had left the palace and discovered the truth about his mother. He had met an old woman who had shown him kindness and compassion. And now, he was starting a new chapter in his life.

As he reached the village, Taren saw a notice board with various job postings. He scanned the board and saw a notice for a blacksmith's apprentice. Taren had never worked with metal before, but he was willing to try anything.

He made his way to the blacksmith's shop and met the owner, a gruff but kind-hearted man named Gerrick. Gerrick saw potential in Taren and decided to take him on as his apprentice.

Over the next few weeks, Taren worked hard in the forge, learning everything he could about metalworking. He found that he enjoyed the work, and he was good at it too. Gerrick was pleased with his progress and soon began giving him more complex projects to work on.

As Taren worked, he felt a sense of pride and accomplishment that he had never felt before. He was no longer just a prince - he was a skilled craftsman, and that was something he could be proud of.