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The Stonehearted Knight

'Why can't life be simple? I just wished to be the next baron of Grindeston. Now I have to face the world and Heavens above, only because of the damn stone acting like my heart?' Hex Darkenmane, scorned and despised by people and his fate, struggled in the dark chasms of the Endless Mountains to have one chance at becoming Blessed. Once he threaded the path of Knights, he would challenge the baron and gain everyone's respect. But things weren't as simple as he imagined. Only after gaining a Blessing and starting as a Squire did he learn the truth about the world and the Heaven governing over it. The baron's power knew no limits, Heaven wasn't as benevolent as preached, and his origin wasn't as simple as he believed. To make things worse, his master didn't seem interested in teaching. He landed in a battle between powerhouses and Heavens and was confronted with his origin. But like he never despaired in the deepest chasms of the mountains, he never considered giving up no matter how high the odds were stacked against him. "Give up? Why? Isn't it just the entire world and the Heaven around it, coming at me? Even if I stand alone, I won't be disheartened. Step by step, I will thread on my foes, going beyond Heaven itself. The road is long and lonely but don't pity me, for I don't pity myself. Toward others but especially towards myself, I am stonehearted." _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Finally, I have a discord. Join, please. https://discord.gg/EPGbDykXW3 A/N: WEIRDNESS I started to write after being tired of system, harem, and R18 novels that seemed copied from each other (I AM NOT DISSING ANYONE). I decided to write my own story, trying to blend traditional fantasy with web novels, adding weirdness as the main spice.

JayScribe · Fantasie
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Using the crystal (2)

Stop. Please. You will destroy everything!

Hex ignored the screams in his head. He hoped he could get away. But even he didn't believe it to be possible. If the Oracles spoke the truth, then no one present would be able to stop the King. Unless she arrived.

The shouts increased the cold fusing in his hand. It was cold – extremely cold. The cold seeped into his every fiber. At least, so it felt. The dim half-broken element circle on the back of his hand glowed. The blue light seemed mesmerizing. But he ignored it.

Half of Hex's mind was still at the monolith. The golden light it emitted differed from the Strings of Fate yet seemed the same. 

Despite the size, the crystal weighed almost nothing in his hand. Hex ran. In less than a second the exit came in sight. But it wasn't time to relax. No, warning bells erupted from every part of his body. He didn't sense anyone coming at him. Yet, he knew who he would face.