Prophecy Of The Aether

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Hi!!<3 Since this is only a demo with a few pieces of the story,there aren't a lot of choices right now as well as the fact that this is my first try at a story. So far I'm still busy with Chaper 1 but hopefully I'll be able to launch the Chapter in my vacation time as well as a better template and so forth if possible. I'd really appreciate it if you guys could give me some feedback in the comments or in the links in the description<3 Let's [[Start]]

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[[Black]] [[Brown]] [[Red]] [[Blonde]]

[[Hair style]]

[[Coiled]] [[Straight]] [[Tightly curled]] [[Loosely curled]] [[Locs]] [[Braided]]

[[Hair length]]

[[Bald]] [[Shaved]] [[Short]] [[Chin length]] [[Shoulder length]] [[Waist length]]

[[Tied up]] [[In a bun]] [[Man bun]] [[Not styled]]

[[Skin tone]]

[[Porcelain]] [[Fair]] [[Light beige]] [[Beige]] [[Olive]] [[Bronze]] [[Dark bronze]] [[Light Black]] [[Dark Black]]

[[Chapter 1]]

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[[Chapter 1]]

The youngster heard a whisper but couldn't figure out where it came from. "Do not succumb to it; instead, embrace the darkness." The youngster was shivering now, the voice felt far away but yet everywhere, weird, and yet it also calmed him, like a beautiful lullaby being whispered to him, his eyes drooping. "Yes, embrace it." [[Sleep soundly my love..]]

3.. 2.. 1. "Here I come!" Footsteps could be heard approaching the bed, then halted, and a shadow could be seen at the front of the bed. The youngster had his hand over his mouth, attempting to stop his breathing.He couldn't remember what had happened; he had only heard yelling from upstairs. He knew his parents were fighting again because dad always comes home late and drunk, but usually he would hear a few things thrown on the floor or mommy crying, but his mommy had never taken so long to come sit and read with him. He had opened his door to check for his mother when he heard something heavy fall to the floor with a strange splat sound. His father was standing over her with a tool he normally used when he mended his bike, his mother was laying very motionless, and when his father glanced at him, he couldn't recognize him, his father's face was covered in red blotches, and he had a grim expression on his face. "Didn't I say to stay in your room, lad?" You know I don't like it when you don't listen to me, and you know what happens when you don't." When his father started heading down the stairs, he hurried to his room and hid beneath his bed.His room was sparse, with simply a closet, a bed, and a nightstand containing some paper toys made by the youngster himself. And his father was now merely standing next to the bed. [[Do not fear]]

Prologue Resilience Unveiled In a world that seemed intent on testing him beyond his years, a young boy of merely 10 found himself navigating a path no child should ever tread. Life, in its capricious nature, had heaped a hefty dose of suffering onto his small shoulders, leaving him to grapple with emotions well beyond his tender age. Through the eyes of those who observed him, his resilience shone like a flickering candle in the darkness. With a heart burdened by experiences that had stolen his innocence, he faced each day with a mixture of wisdom and vulnerability that belied his youth. The hardships that had woven themselves into his story had sculpted a perspective as unique as it was poignant. Behind the furrowed brows and the hesitant smiles lay a depth of understanding that was almost startling. He had learned, through trials that had come too soon, that life wasn't always fair. Unlike his peers, who were free to frolic in the playgrounds of carefree laughter, he had confronted the harsh reality of loss, fear, and heartache. Yet, beneath the shadows cast by these struggles, a seed of empathy had taken root. He had discovered the power of sharing his emotions – a cathartic release of feelings that swirled within him. His trusty notebook became a confidant, bearing witness to his innermost thoughts as he put pen to paper. It was a sanctuary where his confusion, anger, and sadness could transform into tangible expressions, easing the burden he carried. Despite his encounters with life's unyielding challenges, he remained steadfast in his pursuit of hope. The simple joys that might have gone unnoticed by others held profound significance for him. A sunrise's gentle hues, the laughter of a sibling, the fleeting companionship of a loyal pet – these were the fragments of light he clung to amidst the darkness. He had grown wise beyond his years, knowing that suffering might never fully fade. Yet, he harbored an uncanny ability to uncover silver linings, even in the stormiest of clouds. Like a young hero, he extended his hand to others who faced their own struggles, offering quiet solace and a knowing glance that spoke volumes. As he continued to walk his unique path, the boy carried with him the scars of his trials, each a testament to his strength and determination. His journey, though marked by suffering, was illuminated by the resilience that emanated from his very core. And though the world had presented him with challenges that seemed insurmountable, he was writing a story of hope, one that whispered that even in the face of unending suffering, the human spirit could still rise above, finding light in the darkest of [[corners.]]

Hello there!<3 Unfortunately, this is the conclusion of the narrative, but perhaps I will be able to continue it. Due to me researching new ways to improve this Twine story and having exams in two weeks, it will be a while before I can continue, but for now, I hope you enjoyed this snippet of my story and please comment or send me a message on my tumblr or twitter if you have any suggestions, advice, or questions. I haven't posted anything yet, but I will at some point. And possibly share with you a couple brief stories about your love interest. But that's all for now; I adore you guys! Love Anonymous