The illusion of life and the desire for power often cloud us. They change our views, bias our hearts, justify our wars. But even though power demands payment, will that stop you from fighting for your dreams?
In a universe where gods run rampant, mages decide the flow of history, and eldritch horrors hide in the darkest crevices of creation. Power and the right to command it and its consequences is earned, bled for, died for. Does the fire of hope shine bright, or does it burn black?
Where evil boasts its name aloud and good slinks away wretchedly in the shadows, will you bend your knee? Or will you ascend and join the mighty legends?
What is a king to a god?
What is a god, to a non-believer?
A long time ago, there was a planet on the surface of which a real living Heart was beating. Each of its beat gave life to many wonderful creatures, and humans were no exception. Once, during a mountain collapse, they became afraid that something might happen to the Heart, and built a fence around it. And they started arguing about who is the worthiest defender of the Heart. The fence turned into a wall, and the city rose very quickly around it. Everything that people came up with was immediately brought to life by the love of the Heart. So, they created dolls to help themselves, which significantly accelerated the construction. In the time that was freed up, people took up the war. One day they closed the Heart completely, erecting a dome over it. Miracles stopped happening, and the dolls stopped coming to life. People blamed magical creatures for this and began hunting them. And in order not to stop the construction, they began to chip off pieces of the Heart and insert them into their mechanisms. The city continued to grow. Centuries have passed. The city has propped up the sky with towers. Only fragments of the Heart remained, saturating the black smoke with its breath. Factories that produce nightmarish monsters fed on it. With their help, people continue to wage war with each other for the title of the worthiest defender of the Heart. While it is dying. This is where our story begins...
This is a translation in process. So I am open for suggestions and comments on what to improve in the flow of the text.
This is a letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to try their best to prevent Azerbaijan from invading Armenia.
This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to send troops to Ukraine in order to help the Ukrainian people as they fight for freedom.
Ciao a tutt*! L'idea per questo progetto è uscita come valvola di sfogo e come un modo per reagire a certi eventi che mi sono capitati. Portando a termine questo racconto spero di far una cosa che accade raramente: fondere coerentemente il Fantasy con il sci-fi.
Lavorando e studiando all'università non posso promettere una pubblicazione regolare, ma la storia principale è già tutta programmata e anche molti dei dettagli che riguardano il mondo che sto creando.
Aggiungo solo che all'interno della storia saranno disseminati diversi Easter Eggs con riferimenti a tantissimi campi per i lettori da trovare.
Quindi senza ulteriore indugio vi ringrazio per leggere Phenyx Rising e vi auguro una buona Lettura!
Dr3ner
P. S. Mi trovate pure su Wattpad come @Dr3ner