Bridging Worlds: Book 1 Celestoria's Time
Cryptic Confluence

The abandoned place, once cloaked in the steady rhythm of rain, now bore the aftermath of the storm. Eowyn and Rosche, their resolve undeterred, prepared to mount their horses and continue their journey to Ignistfell. However, as they took their first steps, a mysterious figure materialized before them, blocking their path. The sudden appearance left both women momentarily startled.

Eowyn, known for her feisty spirit, wasted no time. “Who are you? Step aside!” she demanded, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her weapon.

The figure, an elderly man, raised his hands in a placating manner. “No need for hostility, dear ladies. My name is Hargan, an Eclipsarian. I seek passage to Ignistfell, and I sensed your presence here.”

Rosche, ever the caring one but equally cautious, moved closer, her gaze assessing the old man. “Eowyn, hold a moment. Let me confirm something.”

Rosche examined Hargan’s forehead, looking for the telltale mark of an Eclipsarian. Upon finding the subtle symbol of Celestoria, she nodded to herself. Turning to Eowyn, Rosche reassured her, “He’s one of them.”

Eowyn, bewildered but trusting in Rosche’s judgment, asked, “How did you know he’s an Eclipsarian?”

Rosche responded, “Those who share the same power can recognize it in each other. It’s like a connection.” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Just as Eowyn began to accept the situation, Hargan, with a curious expression, approached Rosche. His gaze focused on her forehead, searching for a mark that wasn’t there.

Rosche, sensing his confusion, calmly stated, “We share a similar power.”

Hargan, taken aback, blurted out his thoughts, unaware that he spoke aloud, “But you’re not an Eclipsarian.”

Rosche, her tone steady, affirmed, “True, I’m not an Eclipsarian.”

Hargan, his eyes widening as if recalling a distant memory, responded, “Rarely can one see the marks of others without sharing the same race. What are you?”

Rosche, meeting Eowyn’s gaze, hesitated before saying, “I am something more.” The trio, now bound by shared secrets and unexpected revelations, stood in the aftermath of the storm, their path forward veiled in mystery and unforeseen connections.

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