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Music Competitions In South Africa

[BL] The Musical Prince and his Mortal God

A Prince who yearns to be great and a God who desires to become nothing. *** Tragedy befalls the island of Salyras every fifteen years. When Prince Nevian’s compelling music does nothing to prevent his island and people from sinking, he wonders what his passionate ability is useful for. He drifts for two days across a wild sea and washes upon an island of monsters. Despite being delirious from hunger and grief, he manages to produce one last song to save a man from the snares of a menacing creature. Nevian is surprised when he lives and is greeted by the man he saved. An honest-spoken individual named Aestos, who has otherworldly abilities that grant him the title and prestige of a God. Prestige he never asked for. Fascinated by Nevian’s music, Aestos requests that the Prince accompany him to retrieve a fabled sword that would strip him of his supernatural strengths and grant him the ability to live as a simple man. Aestos relies on Nevian’s enchanting songs, unable to prevent himself from also becoming bewitched. And despite being unsure of the long journey ahead, Nevian puts his faith in the man and agrees to help, believing if his music is truly destined for anything remarkable, now is the time to test it. ------------ [ Excerpt: ] I leaned and kissed Aestos’ face. He swiveled his head—rapidly—and our noses brushed. I laughed tiredly. “What is with that reaction, friend?” His face tightened. But he was not upset. He wore the countenance of a delighted man who feigned confusion because it was comfortable not to recognize what some actions meant. “You are always touching me. Every hour, a hand of yours reaches for me. Why?” he asked. I felt bashful, although confessions came naturally to me. “You must understand by now.” “I am trying to,” he answered sincerely, and he spread his fingers over his chest. “Because here, I feel something I am not used to. Whenever you touch me.” I smiled softly. “You feel your heart.” “I feel more than that.” “Does it frighten you?” He pondered over it while holding my gaze. “I don’t want it to.” I stole his other hand and held it against my chest to let him feel the music of my heart. “Do you feel the rhythm?” His eyes fell to where he held me. “I do not need to feel it,” he murmured. “I hear every time it changes.” I adored him with an enthusiastic smile. “Your ears are extraordinary, and you notice when affection drums in my chest. For you, Aestos. Because you are becoming someone special to me.” ------------ A story about love, destiny, (some) mythological creatures, music, magic, family, and tragedy. Takes on minor themes of historical Greek mythology & culture. [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. BL tag for bromance. ]
_Haven · 19.5K Views

That Time Africa Met Asia

Waking up in a body that is more than five years younger than your original body is scary. Top that with being one of the few of your 'so-called race,' which hasn't been seen by the majority of the population, on this side of the world for centuries, really throws one off. Not to mention some kid is desperately trying to marry you for some reason. Memories of the owner from the past and future keep clashing with your modern memories and ideals, sending our mc into a whirlwind of a messy life I can't believe I was sent back in time?! I know I always wanted to go visit South Korea but this is ridiculous! I can't live in this historical era, especially with my skin colour!? If you can stand out in modern times in said country. What makes you think you will be any better in historical times?! And I don't know how to speak Hangul yet?! Aahh!!! Imagine being hated or feared for the colour of your skin... Now imagine going 500 years, give or take, back in time. I love these people but right now I really want to kill somebody's son! Living life multiple times, a continuous cycle that you keep living for some reason and can't break out of. Living only to die by your own blood brother's hands or your own foolishness is something truly pitiful. A boy trying to stay alive and live past twenty meets our mc who is trying to find her way in this world that paints her as a black sheep. She is his only ticket to survival, so he thinks. There is no guarantee but he's willing to try whatever it takes to escape his cruel fate of dying and coming back to life only to live in fear of being murdered in cold blood by the people you call family Hated, treated like garbage simply because your birth mother drugged and slept with a married man. She is the one who did wrong, why must he pay for her sins? The sins of the parents do not fall on the children, only the consequences. He's prepared to pay it in full. But if he must pay for his mother's sins, then so shall the son of the two executioners for condemning a once innocent soul...Now that he's back, all hell shall befall those who get in his way Three lost and lonely souls find their way to each other, one would say it is fate but when one is given the chance to change his and another is given a new life. Can we truly still say fate is one predetermined path that has been set out for you from the day you were born
Lolee_2003 · 10.2K Views

The Unrivaled God of Music.

“Am so weak! I want power!¬ – I want everything!!!…” a voice filled with resentment was heard in the world, carrying a terrifying power behind it…as if challenging every god in existence. In that moment there was perfect silence as if everything was frozen in time and yet somewhere far away-in unknown plane of existence, a being stood with interest dancing in his eyes… “ Ooh really…” chuckling between his breath, “but power isn’t something good is it…” there was a lonely atmosphere around this entity, “I will give you a chance…all I care about is your end.” Smirking with interest and expectation at the same time. His gaze fixed on the faraway expanse of infinite planes. “we will meet soon…” The words seemed to merge perfectly with the void as the entity melted away in space. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alex a weak and ordinary human born with no talent to practice martial arts was forced to face the cruelty of his world. He was referred to as trash of the trash, and surprisingly he was okay with that… Until his whole village was gruesomely annihilated. This awakened something in him, something abominable that should have been kept in chains… Alex struggles to keep his human side while not becoming something else... It has left him questioning everything else, his morals, and values. In the end, what will become of him?... ‘What's the origin of this weird flute?...is it a gift?”Alex thought with a questioning gaze while observing the strange object decorated with mysterious patterns. A solemn look painted all over his face,’ All I wanted was a normal life, was it too much to ask’. There was a lonely look on his face while he stared at a distance as if expecting a reply … “forget it, I will search for the western gates…”He declared with resolve. Follow his journey as he uncovers mysteries beyond his imagination, learning that there is more to it than meets the eye… ____________________________ The cover paper is not mine, if you want me to take it down, I can do it without batting an eye.
Vaniaka · 12.2K Views
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