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Skyrim Soul Tear

FRACTURED SOUL

Fractured Soul --- I was just five years old when they took me—stolen from everything I knew and thrown into a nightmare I couldn’t escape. For years, I was locked away in The Underground, where survival meant enduring horrors no child should ever face. But I survived. I didn’t break. And then, finally, I was rescued. Now, I’m thrown into the world above—a world I don’t understand. I’ve known magic exists, I’ve seen monsters, and I’ve fought them everyday of my life. Physically and mentally. But the Fae? That’s a whole different thing. I never knew about them, and now they’re everywhere and I'm one of them? They have their own rules, their own powers, and suddenly, I’m stuck in the middle of it all, trying to make sense of something I was never prepared for. I don’t know how to act around these people. They talk like they know things I don’t, and I feel out of place in this new world—like I don’t belong. And my naivety? Yeah, it’s there. I didn’t grow up with the world outside The Underground. I’ve spent my life surviving, not learning how to live. Everything is so different, and it’s terrifying. Every day, I’m bombarded with new information, new magic, new people—people with powers I don’t understand and a history I wasn’t taught. But there’s something else. Something deeper. I'm struggling with finding my place, and yet everything I do keeps pointing out that I might be the one in some resurfaced ancient prophecy. Now, I'm trying to avoid the rulers of the courts and their schemes–especially Eirlys, the King of the Winter Court. As I try to learn how to survive here, I’m also trying to figure out who I’m supposed to be in a world that seems to have its own agenda for me. The truth is, I’m not just scared of what I don’t understand—I’m scared of what I might become. There are people who fear me, others who want to use me, and a bloodline that could drag me back to the darkness I barely escaped. In Fractured Soul, I have to fight for my place in this new world. I’ll have to navigate my own ignorance, face the power inside me, and decide who I really am. But when the shadows of my past come calling, will I have the strength to stand, or will they pull me back into the dark? ---
Crystal_J_Tife · 4.1K Views

Corrupted Soul.

In a world of swords and magic humanity fight against monsters for survival. Monsters are incredibly powerful with their own unique abilities and attributes which make them even more deadly they feed on humans to increase their own power. While on the side of humanity humans use magic to fight against the monsters. For those who can’t use magic they use magic swords a type of sword which has their own unique abilities, humanity becomes corrupted lost in their own power thinking only those with power gets to be at the top, while the weak are to be eaten. Kenta Logan was a small boy who was living happily with his parents up until he was 11 years of age. However, the nobles of the Kingdom of Barat gave them a death sentence for being unable to pay they’re tax, upon seeing both his parents brutally murdered right before his eyes, the powerless Kenta vowed to get revenge on his parent's lives. Thinking that the world is filled with selfish people who only cared for themselves this world has too much injustice doesn’t it? Shouldn’t he change the unreasonableness of the world? Perhaps the world would be better off if he changes it into the ideal world, a world where there are no selfishness and unfairness. As for those who oppose his way of thinking regardless of whether their monsters or humans or even the gods themselves, the only fate that awaited them is death. However, little did he knew that there were more in-store for his unforeseen future as his destiny was greatly tied to the "God of death" A powerful existence whose fate had ended thousands of years ago.... Join Kenta Logan on his journey to conquer this mysterious world and bring forth change. ------ Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy this series and continue to follow the journey of conquest alongside Kenta. (A/N: If you notice any errors, or broken contexts please let me know. I'll go back and make the necessary corrections.)
Gladion_Official · 148.9K Views

Crimson Tears Of The Divine

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.
CelestialMountain · 2.6K Views
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