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Destiny Divine: The Divine Threads

Through the lenses of Konquerors, a place where hidden realities are twisting destinies, Timothy a 15 yr old and dreamy, discovers that what seems to be ordinary life is a fabric of lies. The filmy veil of his ordinary family-life is torn up at that point, and he finds himself in the brink of a world on the verge of war. Timothy's world is upturned with the unveiling of The Forsaken Son's Prophecy and he is forced to compensate for an existence totally different from the one he had ever known. In the subterfuge provided by the mysterious imprints of fate, he has to find support amidst fragile alliances and to undo age-old mysteries, which he must do with the demons of chaos always on his heels. Be a part of Timothy on a wayward path to find what he is looking for and the meaning of his life all the time filling him with impending fate with each step he takes.

SHADOW_IV · Fantasía
Sin suficientes valoraciones
100 Chs

Chapter 26:Summoned

In the dimly lit expanse of a clandestine chamber, shrouded in shadows, a father and son engaged in a discreet exchange of words.

"My son, I'm cognizant of the fact that I've shielded you from the public eye and perhaps neglected your upbringing. Yet, behold what you've become—an indomitable soul seed Konqueror, hailed as one of our kingdom's preeminent warriors, and the envisioned heir to my legacy. However, before you ascend, there's a pivotal task I must entrust to you," the man spoke, his words veiled with an air of secrecy.

"Father, whatever you ask, I shall undertake without a shadow of doubt," affirmed the young man seated across from him.

"Marvelous. I require you to infiltrate the Zebha kingdom, delving not just into its dominion but penetrating its most esteemed force—the King's Blades. Can you fathom the gravity of this mission? The destiny of our realm teeters on your shoulders, given the unfortunate fate that has befallen our previous spies," the man conveyed, his grin revealing a subtle layer of cunning.

"I won't falter, father. The kingdom's fate is intertwined with my resolve," pledged the son with unwavering determination.

"That's my boy. Forge a legacy that befits our lineage," the man uttered, his hand patting the young warrior's shoulder with a blend of pride and expectation.

As the room held the echoes of their clandestine dialogue, the son couldn't help but look at his father with a mix of gratitude and the weight of newfound responsibility.

"Now, depart. You shall return when the time demands," instructed the father, signaling the end of their covert discussion.

"Must I leave this very moment?" inquired the son, seeking clarity.

"Yes, time is a luxury we cannot afford to squander," the father replied, and with a solemn nod, the son left the chamber, embarking on a mission that would shape the destiny of their kingdom.....

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Meanwhile, in the heart of the bustling arena known as the Smithing, where the air was thick with the scent of sweat and echoing with the clashing of weapons, Timothy found himself standing atop a precarious rope. Before him, a burly challenger, muscles rippling beneath the dim light, issued a formidable challenge.

"This is where you meet your end, Mesa," taunted the muscular opponent, a self-assured smirk adorning his face.

Timothy, standing with a calm demeanor, retorted with a confident assertion, "Do you genuinely believe I'm the one facing demise today? How naive."

The ensuing confrontation unfolded with a symphony of calculated strikes and swift evasions. The muscular opponent, displaying unexpected agility, unleashed a series of powerful blows, each met with Timothy's expert maneuvers. The skirmish danced on the thin rope, an intricate ballet of combat suspended over an ominous pit.

As the intensity peaked, Timothy's strategic prowess proved triumphant. Dodging a ferocious assault, he countered with a precisely aimed kick, sending the opponent reeling. The air filled with the boy's pained howls as he clung desperately to the rope, eyes ablaze with frustration.

"I'll end you!" roared the muscular adversary, launching himself towards Timothy in a final, desperate maneuver. Yet, Timothy, agile and composed, skillfully sidestepped, causing the opponent to lose balance and miss the rope. A climactic moment unfolded as the muscular challenger dangled perilously over the edge.

With an air of triumph, Timothy stepped onto the opponent's outstretched hand, asserting dominance. Words exchanged between them echoed with a potent blend of defiance and realization.

"You brought this upon yourself," Timothy declared, applying pressure to the hand.

"Spare me, please!" pleaded the defeated adversary, fear overtaking his rage.

"Why would I? You challenged me to a death match; now face the consequences," Timothy responded, his voice resolute.

In a final act, the opponent succumbed, releasing his grip and plummeting into the abyss below. Timothy, seemingly unfazed by the gravity of his actions, exhibited a stoic calm, a testament to his acclimatization to the brutal realities of the Smithing after a month within its confines.

Jake, an observant companion, noted Timothy's subdued demeanor. "You don't seem overly joyous about your victory."

"He lacked the strength to challenge me, but his resilience to withstand damage was unnerving. If only I had taken him seriously from the start," Timothy reflected on the intricacies of his recent combat.

"Do you wish to spar?" Jake suggested, and Timothy, ever eager for self-improvement, nodded. The two engaged in a relentless exchange of blows, a friendly duel showcasing their matched skills. The pit, typically reserved for life-or-death encounters, witnessed a different kind of battle—one of camaraderie and skill.

After an hour of unyielding sparring, a seasoned voice intervened. "Enough, you two." Finn, a figure of authority in the Smithing, addressed the two combatants. Timothy and Jake.

"The king requests your presence," Finn announced, prompting Timothy and Jake to follow him from the pit, leaving behind the echoes of their sparring ground. As they ventured towards the summons, the anticipation of the unknown lingered in the air, weaving the tapestry of their intertwined destinies within the enigmatic realm.