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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 · Fantasie
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106 Chs

Day Unbound

The next morning Silax got up from bed, walked up to the windows and pulled the curtains open. Brilliant red rays poured into the room. Today was a day unbound.

A year on Artiyaem unfolded in a rhythmic dance that followed a unique lunar calendar. Here, time flowed in cycles of three hundred and nine days, carved into eleven segments of unwavering twenty-eight days each.

All except Orin, the sixth month. Nestled between the industrious month of Azel and the contemplative month of Thel, lay Orin, a month unlike any other. It held a secret, an extra beat in the year's heart. A twenty-ninth day that wasn't counted.

This wasn't just another sunrise and set. It was a day stolen from the year, a sliver of time dedicated solely to the celestial dance above. The day wasn't given a name.

This occurred between the fourteenth and fifteenth day of the month. It was a day set apart, a sacred caesura in the year's melody. It wasn't counted, not officially.