👋 Hi! I'm Zeymur.I'm writing my own story set in a fantasy world I created from scratch.If you're looking for levels, systems, and stat grinding — you're in the wrong place.Here, it's all about war, magic, ancient secrets, cursed bloodlines, and burning kingdoms.
📅 Release ScheduleNew chapters are currently released daily.After Chapter 10, updates will come twice a week — on Mondays and Fridays.
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Snow fell softly beyond the windows. A mother, sitting by the fireplace, called her young son over.
— Kael, come here, please.
— Yes, Mama?
— You're old enough to learn something important, — she said with a troubled look, as if unearthing a memory she had long buried.
— What is it? — he asked suspiciously.
— Have I ever told you about the Great War? The one that ended the age of the elves?
— Mama… what's war?
— War, my son, is when the living begin to kill each other.
Kael frowned.
— And what does "kill" mean?
With a sad smile, she pulled him onto her lap and whispered, hugging him:
— I hope you never have to find out. But I must tell you.
— Tell me what?
— There was a region... it was called Siluria.
— Ayur has regions? — he asked with interest.
She smiled.
— Ayur is divided into four regions. Theoras — a ruthless desert. Veldora — blooming plains. Winteror — land of eternal winter.
— That's here? Brr, even thinking about it is cold!
— Yes, dear. And the fourth — Siluria. Endless, beautiful forests.
— Do people live in all of them?
— Some places have people, some dwarves… but there was a third race.
— Which one? — Kael's eyes widened.
— Elves.
— How are they different from people and dwarves?
— Elves are children of magic. Dwarves, children of earth.
— And people? — he asked innocently.
Her voice grew heavy with a bittersweet tone:
— People… are children of war.
— So we're children of war? I don't want that… — Kael frowned.
— You don't have to be. Because you're a pureblooded elf.
— What?! I'm an elf?! — he gasped.
— Shh, not so loud. Your sisters are asleep.
— Sorry... — he mumbled.
— It's all right. But you must know this...
She stared into the fire. Reflections of flame danced in her eyes, but something else shimmered there too — something distant.
— Not long ago... just seven years past... there was the Elven Kingdom. Its capital was Lorven.
— Winteror's capital is Vingrad! Mama, what's the difference between a capital and a regular city?
— A capital is the kingdom's heart. It's where the ruler lives, where the biggest decisions are made.
— Oh, got it! — he nodded.
— The kingdom flourished. Elves built schools...
— Ew, school.
— You must learn, Kael. Without knowledge, the world will never make sense. There were universities, academies, and High Mage Towers.
— What's a university?
— A place where the curious and wise gather — to create wonders.
— And the Towers? What do they teach?
— Basics in normal ones. Great magic in the High Towers.
— Oh... okay, — he yawned, rubbing his eyes.
His mother kissed his head.
— Tired?
— No… just warm. And comfy.
— Then listen. I'm not telling this for nothing.
He leaned against her shoulder.
— One day, Siluria was attacked.
— Who?! Why?!
— It was the Alliance of Three Regions. The Triarch. The elven army fought bravely, but they were outnumbered. They lost... and elven blood was declared impure.
Kael looked at her in horror.
— What will happen to us?..
— Nothing will happen to you. I… have to go.
— Go where?! — he clutched her hand.
— It's important. I'll come back. And you… look after your sisters, — said Elvira, her voice hiding uncertainty behind a smile.
— Mama, what if they find out we're elves?
— They won't. I've planned everything.
She fell silent, staring into the fire.
— Do you know how we differ from humans?
— No, — he replied curiously.
— Elves have pointed ears.
Kael touched his.
— But ours are normal!
— Haven't you noticed the scars on Lilith's ears? Or Syraelia's? Or Zenirius'?
— No... — he whispered in surprise.
— Then neither will the Inquisitors. But there's another sign — the blood. It carries magic. It may lie dormant, but the concentration is higher than in any other race.
— What if the school wants… to take blood? — he asked, frightened.
— Don't give it. That's all.
He yawned.
— Sleepy?
— Yeaah...
— Go on. I'll sit a little longer.
Kael walked to the doorway, turned back:
— Good night...
And saw...
...his mother crying.
But too tired, he didn't dwell on it — and went to sleep.
The next morning, she gathered the children by the door.
Lilith was still asleep.
— Listen, kids. Kael is in charge. Obey him!
— Why him?! — Zenirius protested.
— He's the oldest.
— Where are you going?.. — Syraelia asked gently.
She leaned down and hugged them all.
— I'll come back.
A man in armor stepped into the house.
— Are you ready? — he asked gruffly.
Elvira turned at the door.
And they saw another tear roll down her cheek.
But it was too late.
That was the last time they saw their mother.
— And what happened next?..
— Wait, Stark. Our tale spans centuries.
— I hate waiting.
— You'll have to. Now then…