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Tusk

Hyperborea

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."
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THE HIDDEN TUSK

The hidden tusk is a tale that depicts challenges faced by any royal member of the throne in an African setting, the story tells a tale of love, betrayal, and greed for power. At the end of the day, the honest and generous heart always conquers all. King has two male sons to succeed him as the next king, Kamdili the elder son, and Obieze the younger son, Kamdili should be king but he doesn't have his father's blessings, but Obieze has his father's blessing but the problem is he is weak, not courageous but kind, he would not stand the test of time. Kamdili is faced with the task of ascending his father's throne but he is unfit to be made king he is cruel and wicked, therefore the throne which is his birthright stands the risk of been taking away from him, the king is deeply worried as the days go by, then again Ziki a son to the king's friend had sudden gain the affection of the king despite all odds he must conquer all challenges and find a way to lead his people to the path of light and avoid destruction the king placed his trust on the young lad. soon the king's son began to see the throne is no longer theirs to keep. Kamdili makes a grievous mistake, the king angrily declares his throne open to any worthy person and he hides the tusk which must be found and presented by an incoming king for all to see, this is a sacred rite that must be done before his coronation. Who finds the tusk? Will Kamdili the right heir to the throne accept his cruel fate? or will he fight for what belongs to him...
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The Cursed King's Blind Mate

His mind was full of the softness of the young woman in his arms. His arms were around her waist and he could feel how supple and flexible she was. She was also thin. Too thin that he was beginning to wonder if he was holding a stick. He had seen the young maidens of the kingdom and knew they weren't like that. The cape had been pulled off Lyca's face so her facial features were clear to see. But, her eyes widened and she was shaking her head frantically to understand what was going on around her. Fenrir had seen many beauties and attractive maidens that made men fall at their feet. Lyca wasn't considered the most beautiful of them all. But, it was an understatement to say she was merely pretty. Her hair was packed in a simple bun outlining her face. She wasn't fair-skinned. Instead, she had an even lighter skin tone. It was creamy white like the color of an elephant's tusk. Her skin was smooth and soft without any blemishes. Coupled with that, she had a small oval-shaped face. Her eyelashes were black and long. She had a pair of heart-shaped lips that were light red. She wasn't putting on lipstick. Her lips were naturally red. The only sharp contrast was her pair of white-colored eyes. *** Lyca was born blind. She was the daughter of the king of the Sloan kingdom. She was born of an illicit affair between the king and his daughter. An identity scorned by the people. All her life, Lyca had been scorned and bullied by people. But what happens when Lyca finds herself in the largest Empire on the continent and is the King's personal servant? She had been hurt all her life and only wanted to live well. But what will she do when she catches the eyes of the most exalted entity in the kingdom? Not only is she unable to live peacefully, but she also finds herself being dragged into a lot of drama. Book Cover not mine Credit: Melissa on Pinterest
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