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Unwanted Lord

Turning: rebirth of the unwanted one

Rane was the cherished young miss of the William family, but as fate would have it, their affection deeply favoured her adopted sister. The reason was simple, as children Genna and Rane were switched at birth. Rane had lived in the slums while Genna was raised by the Williams family. By the time the Williams family found her their ties with Genna had already become too tight. They couldn't accept her. Haunted by a tumultuous past that saw her wandering the unforgiving streets, Rane had developed a quiet, fragile demeanour that resembled the calm before a storm. The scars of her past etched into her soul made her reluctant to defend herself, even when Genna—sometimes out of jealousy—slandered her unfairly. Rane often faded into the background, a silent observer in her own life, but this only stoked the fires of resentment among her siblings, who labelled her as spineless and malicious. The relentless bullying and merciless ridicule she faced took their toll, leading her down a dark spiral into depression. Friends, teachers, and family dismissed her pain, assuming she was merely feigning weakness, leaving her to suffer in silence. Instead of receiving the support she needed, Rane found herself trapped in a vicious cycle of mistreatment that deepened her despair. Only her godmother, Jenna, seemed to grasp the extent of Rane’s anguish. By the time Jenna intervened, attempting to rescue her from the suffocating grasp of her adoptive family, Rane had become a mere shadow of her former self. The vibrant spark of life within her had dimmed, extinguished by the burdens she carried. Her will to fight, to change her circumstances, slowly ebbed away, mirroring her physical decline. Ultimately, she succumbed to the weight of her suffering, leaving this world with one solitary wish: she wanted to be strong so strong that no one would be able to take advantage of her.
Grace_Lenchiro · 681 Views

Lord of the Steam

As the saying goes, "Hard times create strong men." It’s a phrase the Valorian nobles love to throw around, a shiny little motto they use to justify their oppression of the lower classes. Up there, near the sky, where the air is cleaner and the sun actually reaches, they live in their glittering towers, untouched by the rot that festers below. Down here, in the depths, it’s a different story. Rats gnaw on the corpses of those killed for a few dollars or maybe it was just a bar fight that went wrong, ending with one of the responsables with a bullet to the head. Who knows? Who cares? That’s just life at the lower levels. Brutal, ugly, and short. I’m one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. Thanks to my aunt’s tireless efforts, I managed to claw my way into the Valorian Military Academy. Don’t let the fancy name fool you... it’s just a glorified cannon fodder factory. But hey, at least I get paid while I’m here, and that’s more than most lowlifes like me can say. Still, the question gnaws at me... Will I even live long enough to pay my aunt back for everything she’s done for me? Cadets like me are sent on patrols to "maintain order" in the lower districts, which is just a polite way of saying we’re thrown into the meat grinder. The mafias down here don’t care about uniforms or badges. They’ll kill you just for looking at them wrong. And today? Today’s my first time leading a small squad of cadets on patrol. We’ve been assigned to one of the "safest" areas in the lower districts... as if such a place even exists. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the streets are lined with hollow-eyed faces that have seen too much and given up on hope. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is her.... This cheeto-headed girl!!
Shazorwy · 7.6K Views
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