The End and the Beginning

: The Vei

lds, their footsteps crunching on dew-kissed paths. A faint breeze carried the scent of earth and wildflowers, a remind

a single quill. As the village scribe, his days were spent documenting crops, debts, and agreements-tasks that often fel

asts no shadow. Guard it

ed in moments like this, when sil

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mperial soldiers, clad in obsidian armor, marched into Veritas, their crimson ban

beneath a cruel helm adorned with jagged metal spikes.

rds of this village are to be seized.

acking homes, tossing aside parchments and ledgers. Lyri

despite his trembling hands. "Why destroy the records?

"Truth, boy?" he sneered. "Truth is dangerous. It sti

ching a worn ledger. "This is our history," she sai

ion, he unsheathed his blade. "History is written by

etween them. "No more lies," Marek said, his voice resolut

swift, merciless. Marek collapsed to the

nguished cry filled the air, but Kaelith showed no remo

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ands trembled, his mind spiraling into chaos. His mother's sobs pierce

with truth. Seek the s

. The grief weighed heavily on him, but determination burned brighter. He would honor his

forth into the unknown. He didn't yet know of the trials awaiting him or the power of the Scroll o