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The Rise and Fall of Runes: A Tale of Angels, Demons, and War Prologue: The Age of Beginnings. Long before the rise of kingdoms, before the first cities were carved into stone, there was an age when the world was young and untamed. It was a time when the skies were filled with the songs of angels, and the earth was a canvas waiting to be painted. Our ancestors called it the Age of Beginnings, a time when the divine and the mortal walked side by side. The angels, beings of pure light and boundless wisdom, gazed upon the world from their celestial realms. They marveled at the beauty of the land, the rivers that flowed like silver threads, and the forests that whispered secrets to the wind. But it was the people—the sons and daughters of men—who captured their hearts. Humble yet curious, fragile yet resilient, humanity was a spark of potential in a vast, untamed world. And so, the angels descended... ©️Racheal Sam #shortstories #fantasy #fictionwriter #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam #fictionstories #fiction #literature #viralstory #entertainment

Once upon a time in a small village, lived a teenager named Lara. But her existence was a tale of sorrow and hardship, for she had been torn from her mother's embrace at a tender age, and condemned to a life of servitude under the roof of her cruel uncle and his harsh wife. Each day dawned with a heavy burden upon Lara’s frail shoulders, her hands calloused from endless toil and her stomach hollow with hunger. Her clothes, mere rags stitched together with threads of despair, bore witness to the cruelty that had seeped into every crevice of her being. One fateful morning, as the sun painted the sky with hues of gold and crimson, Lara was tasked with a journey to a distant stream to fetch water, while her lazy and spoilt cousin, Elea slept luxuriously. With weary steps, she trudged along the winding path, her heart heavy with the weight of her burdens. But fate had other plans in store for Lara that day, for as she reached the banks of the stream, she stumbled upon an old woman, her frail form bent with age and weariness. Moved by compassion, Lara offered her assistance, her heart a beacon of light in the darkness that shrouded them both. Together, they made their way to the old woman's humble abode, where gratitude blossomed like a fragile flower in the desert. In return for Lara’s kindness, the old woman bestowed upon her a gift beyond measure: a magic flute, whispered to grant any wish its bearer desired. To be continued... ©️Racheal Sam. #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam #viralreels #entertainment #shortstories #fantasy #fictionstories

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🔥THE RISE AND FALL OF RUNES🔥 A TALE OF ANGELS, DEMONS AND WAR In the days of our ancestors, runes ruled the world. They were said to be magical markings that had been brought to our people by angels millennia ago. These angels loved what they’d seen from the skies and descended to bestow gifts upon our fathers. Gifts that would be passed down by blood from generation to generation. These gifts were a great blessing to the sons of men, allowing them the ability to bend nature to their will for the greater good of the people. But among the angels, were demons, said to have changed form and arrived among the celestial host to also bestow upon men strange gifts; The ability to lay waste and cause total devastation. Their gifts were wild and uncontrollable, eating deep into the souls of men, replacing purity with darkness. The dark souls, as the bearers of these dark runes were called, became almost invincible, refusing to concentrate in the world of man, choosing rather the realms of darkness where they eventually transformed into demons with the ability to keep wearing their human forms, till it was destroyed. They spread like wildfire all through the land causing evil to reign supreme due to their wicked ways. When the pure souls could stand them no longer, a war broke out that lasted for decades. The dark souls devastated and ravaged for a time, but the pure souls fought back just as fiercely, and soon, the great purge began. Every adult or child discovered to possess the demon runes were executed immediately, causing many dark souls to run into hiding while others fled in exile. The land was eventually cleansed of darkness and the people lived peacefully once again. But many had been displaced and rendered exiles in foreign lands. Embittered and filled with hate, the dark souls scattered abroad bided their time, a promise of return and revenge stamped in the tablets of their hearts. ©️ Racheal Sam #viralreels #entertainment #shortstories #fantasy #fictionstories #rainbowtalesbyrachealsam

NOT A PLAYBOY "Playboys mesmerized you with those sweet lines That were all lies Now you think twice Whether you should go ahead With my proposal All I can say is, I am not one of them, please I can't prove it But I will say this; If you refuse to give me a chance I will only go and pray Instead of giving up I won't go try to look for someone like you I might find a thousand women That looks just like you But I never will find you in them I might find a million women That looks just like you But their beauty will seem to me, Like aftermath design Of the original. Any beauty that isn't you, yours Is adulterated in my eyes. I will behold you And leave them For other men to behold them You're the original So why should I go looking for a copy When I can wait on forever If I fail to win your heart in this world I'd wait for another try in heaven Where I can convince the Father With proof of my redemption And perfection. My heart is wired for love And my very chambers Yearns for you I desire to have you in my life I think I deserve to be loved By the one my soul longs for I have not watched too many films To think I am influenced by third-party imagination What I feel is not a fantasy of youthful exuberance I am a youth, not a boy A man yearning, hoping and longing Filled with purpose and love So I went out in search of where godly character domicile I found you I found a woman Worth more than a million women I found a woman Whose worth is not in praise and flatter In fact, I am done with this letter I am reporting myself to your Dad If he's out, then I'd wanna see your Mom If she's out, then I'd wanna see your sis Or anyone that's family I am no playboy Who wants to treat you as a toy I want a wife And the two of us Shall be one flesh"

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.

I've noticed an increasing number of people complain about prologues in fantasy books. I personally not only don't mind them I actually expect my fantasy books to have one (along with a map). They're often a great way of plunging you right into the world and revealing the grander stakes at play. How do you feel about them? Love or hate and why? Also which one is your favorite and why? Pictured: Ser Waymar Royce crouched in the snow as an Other (aka a White Walker on the Game of Thrones TV show) approaches wielding a blue, luminescent ice sword. The image is from the prologue to A Game of Thrones by George RR Martin

Things were never meant to be Things were not meant to see I gave my all to you my love Bur that was just a fantasy You never really loved me You never really cared for me So it's a final goodbye from my side For that one thing that I know A final goodbye from my side!

Facts about the Harry Potter series 10: What is Quidditch? Quidditch is a magical sport played on flying broomsticks. #literature #fantasy #fiction #harrypotter