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Whispers of a Fading Realm
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- ISBN8231419562
- EAN9798231419562
- Date de parution02/06/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
The wind swept through the ancient forest, its voice a mournful whisper that echoed through the trees. Once, this wind had been filled with the vibrant song of life, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and the laughter of the realm's inhabitants. But now, it bore only the faintest traces of what had been, a ghostly reminder of the magic that was slowly slipping away. Deep within the heart of the forest, where the oldest trees stood like silent guardians, an ancient being stirred.
The Guardian of the Grove, a creature as old as the realm itself, opened eyes that had seen countless seasons come and go. The air around the Guardian shimmered faintly with remnants of the magic that had once flowed so freely, but even this ancient power was fading, growing weaker with each passing day. The Guardian could feel it-a deep, unsettling shift in the fabric of the realm. The trees, once full of life, were withering, their leaves turning brittle and falling to the ground in sad, rustling heaps.
The streams that had once sparkled with the light of a thousand stars now ran dark and sluggish, their waters tainted with a shadow that had no place in this sacred land. The very earth beneath the Guardian's roots trembled as if the foundation of the world was beginning to crack. This was not the natural cycle of life and death that the Guardian had tended to for eons. No, this was something different, something more sinister.
The whispers of the wind carried with them a warning, a plea for help that echoed through the trees and into the very soul of the realm. The Guardian closed its eyes, reaching out with ancient senses, searching for the source of the disturbance.
The Guardian of the Grove, a creature as old as the realm itself, opened eyes that had seen countless seasons come and go. The air around the Guardian shimmered faintly with remnants of the magic that had once flowed so freely, but even this ancient power was fading, growing weaker with each passing day. The Guardian could feel it-a deep, unsettling shift in the fabric of the realm. The trees, once full of life, were withering, their leaves turning brittle and falling to the ground in sad, rustling heaps.
The streams that had once sparkled with the light of a thousand stars now ran dark and sluggish, their waters tainted with a shadow that had no place in this sacred land. The very earth beneath the Guardian's roots trembled as if the foundation of the world was beginning to crack. This was not the natural cycle of life and death that the Guardian had tended to for eons. No, this was something different, something more sinister.
The whispers of the wind carried with them a warning, a plea for help that echoed through the trees and into the very soul of the realm. The Guardian closed its eyes, reaching out with ancient senses, searching for the source of the disturbance.
The wind swept through the ancient forest, its voice a mournful whisper that echoed through the trees. Once, this wind had been filled with the vibrant song of life, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and the laughter of the realm's inhabitants. But now, it bore only the faintest traces of what had been, a ghostly reminder of the magic that was slowly slipping away. Deep within the heart of the forest, where the oldest trees stood like silent guardians, an ancient being stirred.
The Guardian of the Grove, a creature as old as the realm itself, opened eyes that had seen countless seasons come and go. The air around the Guardian shimmered faintly with remnants of the magic that had once flowed so freely, but even this ancient power was fading, growing weaker with each passing day. The Guardian could feel it-a deep, unsettling shift in the fabric of the realm. The trees, once full of life, were withering, their leaves turning brittle and falling to the ground in sad, rustling heaps.
The streams that had once sparkled with the light of a thousand stars now ran dark and sluggish, their waters tainted with a shadow that had no place in this sacred land. The very earth beneath the Guardian's roots trembled as if the foundation of the world was beginning to crack. This was not the natural cycle of life and death that the Guardian had tended to for eons. No, this was something different, something more sinister.
The whispers of the wind carried with them a warning, a plea for help that echoed through the trees and into the very soul of the realm. The Guardian closed its eyes, reaching out with ancient senses, searching for the source of the disturbance.
The Guardian of the Grove, a creature as old as the realm itself, opened eyes that had seen countless seasons come and go. The air around the Guardian shimmered faintly with remnants of the magic that had once flowed so freely, but even this ancient power was fading, growing weaker with each passing day. The Guardian could feel it-a deep, unsettling shift in the fabric of the realm. The trees, once full of life, were withering, their leaves turning brittle and falling to the ground in sad, rustling heaps.
The streams that had once sparkled with the light of a thousand stars now ran dark and sluggish, their waters tainted with a shadow that had no place in this sacred land. The very earth beneath the Guardian's roots trembled as if the foundation of the world was beginning to crack. This was not the natural cycle of life and death that the Guardian had tended to for eons. No, this was something different, something more sinister.
The whispers of the wind carried with them a warning, a plea for help that echoed through the trees and into the very soul of the realm. The Guardian closed its eyes, reaching out with ancient senses, searching for the source of the disturbance.
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