Posts by Alter1

  • 🌟 Participate in the Interactive Story Contest - Valentine's Day in Arcadia 🌟(Forum)

    Jaceon stood still, staring at the spirit figure before him. Blue flames surrounded the ruins of Tagena, casting a ghostly light. "Who are you?" he whispered, but only love, sadness and unfulfilled promise emanated from the figure. Jaceon felt that this spirit was part of an ancient love story. Determined, he reached out to the figure, feeling a bond that transcended the boundaries of the physical world.

    Meanwhile, Moroseille and Thainar reached the ruins of her family home on the Glenraebor River. Moroseille knelt before the remains of the door, memories flooding her mind. She saw a vision of the past - a scene of happiness and warmth. Thainar watched from a distance, knowing that the answers she sought were hidden within these walls. He swore to protect her at all costs.

    In the ruins of Tagena, Wiltonor watched Jaceon from the shadows. He knew that the young magician was on the verge of a discovery that could change the fate of Arcadia. He eagerly began reciting a spell from his ancient book, hoping to unlock the secrets that lay within its pages.

    The blue flames intensified, revealing glimpses of a world long forgotten. The spirit stretched out his hand, in which rested the mysterious necklace, shining with soft light, a single tear rolled down his ethereal cheek of the tormented soul. In that moment, Jaceon realized that the key to unlocking the secret lay in the intertwined fates of those drawn to this journey.


    Jaceon touched the circle of blue fire, and visions struck his mind –

    Love, betrayal, and dark secrets, time to ashes left behind.

    Through Tagena’s ruins whispered echoes, vows once broken by cruel fate,

    The spirit murmured: "Find the old book, in its pages my heart waits."

    Moroseille knelt among the ruins, in her hand a sign so bright,

    ’Twas her mother’s silver necklace, guiding her with gentle light.

    Thainar clasped her hand still firmer, silent embers in his gaze,

    "If the ancient book holds truth, then by your side I shall remain."


    Wiltonor heard the spell resounding, in his grasp the old book swayed,

    And fate entwined their longing souls, towards love that never strayed.

    Deep within the forest shadows, where time had slumbered endless years,

    Lived a beast among the ruins, lost in sorrow, bound by fears.

    Once a man, yet cursed and broken, darkness wove into his soul,

    Now he wept through nights so hollow, longing to be once more whole.


    The spirit Jaceon had witnessed shed a bitter tear of woe,

    For their love, within the pages, time had failed to guard or hold.

    The lost necklace bore the answer—was redemption still in sight?

    Yet the beast feared love was fleeting, lost within eternal night.

    Moroseille then seized the volume, Thainar watched with steady grace,

    Wiltonor could feel the curse now fading into shadows' space.

    Jaceon saw the truth in fire—one soft word, one single tear,

    And the beast, a man once more, returned to hold his love sincere.