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The Crimson Elf

Silax a young elf struck by a mysterious illness that takes away his ability to get stronger, yearns for a cure and a way to get stronger. Legend whispers of the World Tree, a mythical entity rumored to hold the key to ultimate power and unmatched healing. Reaching it promises not only a cure but also a chance to reclaim what was taken from him. Driven by ambition and a thirst for strength, Silax leaves home. He spends years searching until one day his efforts bear fruit. What he finds is not the blessing he anticipated, but a curse. It requires a sacrifice, a darkness that must be embraced to wield its might. A power fueled by darkness and life force absorbed from others. This dark power grants him immense strength but test his morals. Torn between ambition and morality, he must make a choice. Embrace his monstrous nature and achieve his goals at the cost of everything or give up on this power to protect the world from its danger. This is a story of the corrupting nature of power, the sacrifice and the cost of achieving ones goals, and the blurred lines between ambition and self-preservation. It's a tale that explores the lengths one might go to in the face of mortality.

kynikoiTDM · Fantasy
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106 Chs

Kuva's Secret

Silax's footfalls echoed rhythmically against the wooden stairs, each creak a familiar counterpoint to his ascent. Reaching the landing, he paused, the silence thick after the rhythmic thump of his climb.

Then, a sound. A quiet sniffle, punctuated by a small, choked sob. His's gaze settled on a small figure huddled against the far wall. A young boy, maybe seven, with a mop of unruly brown hair that shadowed tear-streaked cheeks.

The boy cradled something in his lap, his back shaking with each muffled sob. As Silax approached the boy, the object in his lap came into focus.

It was a mangled plastic toy, it scattered pieces lay around the boy. He seemed to have been trying to assemble it, but something had caused him to stop.

Silax cleared his throat, the sound intrusive in the quiet. The boy flinched, tiny shoulders hunching even higher. Tentatively, Silax spoke, his voice soft.

"Hey there. What's wrong?"