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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

The Sacred Sanctuary

'Where am I? And why am I wearing these? Where's Alvaro?'

Questions filled her mind as she turned around. Her light blue eyes twitched in wonder as she admired the vast plains of various flowers in all colors that were in full bloom.

She took a step forward and was baffled when she discovered that she was barefoot. She took another step and let out soft giggles when she felt the smooth grass underneath her feet. She took another step forward, then another one, and another one… stunned by the unearthly beauty of the place.

The long, flowing skirt of her white dress glided with the soft breeze that blows gentle kisses to the petals.

One particular flower had caught her attention amongst the varicolored flowers. She bent down, folded the hem of her skirt up to her knees, and leaned forward to reach the stem of the flower.