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Dragon The Nine Realms Jormungandr

Chronicles of the Seven Realms

For Kled, there was no one living on Earth except him and the Guardians. That was all he had ever known. So what changed next? This knowledge, true for the world, was in the hands of Sylvana, who opened the door to exploring other worlds. Kled, who awakened at the age of five after killing his first monster in an unprecedented manner, was not only trained by the ancient guardians to ensure his survival. His mission was related to the survival of the entire living world. Kled, looking at the dazzling woman with his small body, fidgeted his knees, not remembering how long he'd been sitting there. He thought about the last thing he remembered. It felt like something had happened a long time ago. He had fainted somewhere, but he couldn't recall where and how. Wasn't he always here? For a five-year-old child, the thoughts running through his mind were difficult questions. "By the way... Congratulations on your awakening, my child..." As the woman took another sip of her tea, she continued to smile at little Kled. The golden bracelets on her arms jingled. "Is it like waking up from sleep? I always wake up." Little Kled smiled, thinking he understood correctly, and felt proud for some reason. Yet, he was confused. "Don't you always wake up too?" His eyebrows rose in innocent curiosity as he asked. The woman put her cup on the table, squinting one eye as if pondering, and placed her finger on her lip. "I suppose... I have completed all my awakenings!" When she opened her eyes again, her smile widened, and she leaned toward Kled. "This is a bit different from your normal awakenings. More like... being reborn into the same body."
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The Mythic Realms

Prologue – The First Light Long before the name “Eldoria” was etched in song or stone, before demon kings cast shadows across the land, before moonlight kissed marble temples—there was only the Light. It was not sunlight, nor any star’s glimmer, but something deeper—an ancient pulse that breathed life into the world. This Light was essence, harmony, and the echo of the world’s first rhythm. From it arose the Guardians: vast elemental spirits shaped from mist, stone, tide, and wind. They guided the lands, balanced the skies, and stirred the heart of all living things. But balance is fragile. Time passed. The Guardians fell silent—some forgotten, others betrayed. The Light waned, retreating into memory, and in its absence, a new force took hold. From the void left behind, Malakar emerged—neither born nor created, but conjured from imbalance. Eyes like molten silver. Words like poison. He spread discord through roots and rivers, twisted men into beasts, and turned cities into echoes of what they once were. Where unity had ruled, he sowed conquest. Where meaning had existed, he left only hunger. Yet even in despair, the old Light stirred. A vision came to the Moon Priestesses: a figure cloaked in grief, marked by loss, who would carry sorrow not as a burden—but as a key. A child of ashes. A soul tempered by pain. His name was Kael Draven. The boy who had watched his village collapse under claw and shadow now walks a different path. Vengeance sharpened his steps. But in the gathering dusk, others joined him: a cursed mage seeking redemption, a priestess guided by visions, a warrior whose honor survived exile, a wild whisperer of beasts, and rebels who still believed in tomorrow. Together, they found something long hidden—the Artifact of Hope, a relic older than any kingdom. But its light demanded a price: memory, belief, even pieces of the self. Now, the world stands on the threshold. Malakar watches. The ancient forces stir. And the question remains: Will this light be enough to mend what was broken—or will the darkness swallow all that remains? Read the novel with picture depiction: https://bit.ly/4mYrNjd
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