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Galatea: The Last Whisperer

When the last whisperer is murdered, the fate of Athyria hangs in the balance. But a glimmer of hope arises in the form of a young girl, Galatea, who discovers that she has the ability to see and communicate with the fayes of Aelfrey. Suddenly, she finds herself thrust into the role of the new whisperer, with the weight of an entire land on her shoulders. Gala quickly learns that she cannot do this alone. With the help of the stern commander in chief, Alvaro, the two set out to rediscover the lost dimensions and reunite Athyria under the guidance of their sacred goddess, Dylareia. But they soon realize that they are not the only ones with an interest in this journey. As they journey through the different dimensions, Gala and Alvaro encounter unexpected allies and foes, each with their own agendas and secrets. But as their journey progresses, Gala begins to suspect that the true enemy may be closer than they ever imagined. As she grapples with her newfound power and the responsibility it brings, she must also navigate the complex relationships and intricate politics of the different beings of Athyria. Can she rise to the occasion and fulfill the prophecy, or is Athyria doomed to remain divided forever?

Missy_Castillo · Fantasia
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134 Chs

Lake of Invisible Waters; Two Barriers' Collision

•PRESENT•

"Did I really throw up on Alvaro?" She asked Garalog with a frantic expression, holding her utensils with clenched fists while eyeing the young commander across from her.

Her eyes widened in disbelief when she remembered fragments of her memory last night.

Her head slumped on the table as she shut her eyes tightly in embarrassment.

"Are you okay, Gala? Is your head aching? I told you to drink the soup to ease your hangover."

Gala's eyes propped open immediately when she heard Alvaro's low voice.

She looked and gulped hard when she saw his plump lips.

'To think that I almost kissed those lips last night.'

She shook her head vigorously, stopping her mind from further imagining what could've happened if she hadn't thrown up.

"No, I'm fine... don't worry about me, Alvaro." She answered meekly.

The young commander nodded and just shrugged his shoulders and went back to his soup.