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THE SON OF THE ETERNAL SWORD

Author: Ian Ongode

Chapter 1 THE BEGINNING

Word Count: 763 | Released on: 13/07/2024

1 THE

hecy was

learned to fade, when the sky still bore sc

had bur

ed...onl

en beneath cold ash, it lingered-faint,

unders

se who

it was f

n an age when Titans still dreamed

gods rose, a dying voice had uttered wo

orrow...the blade shall wake...andwith it, its heir-a Titan in

as forbidden.Thee shall

...shall unmake the divin

s blind...and choose-what is allowed

e blade shallremember...and the end...shal

From legend...to myth.

the sky remember

on dar

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twi

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from all

emory of that ancient voice-in a quiet home on

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grand

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gil

mark

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THE SON OF THE ETERNAL SWORD

Ian Ongode Adventure

“On the night the sky forgot how to remain whole, it bled. Not rain. Not light. Something older. And in that fractured hour-when time hesitated between what was and what should never be-nine children drew their first breath. Most did not survive. The world buried the night. History denied it. Memory refused it. But something remembered. Kona grew up untouched by destiny-or so it seemed. No records marked his birth. No prophecy pointed to his name. No power revealed itself. Just quiet days... and dreams that did not feel like dreams. Chains stretching into endless darkness. A presence waiting behind them. Watching. Breathing. Learning. When reality begins to fracture around him-when shadows move without light, when storms follow his presence, when people near him begin to break-Kona is forced into a truth no one fully dares to speak: He is not awakening alone. Ancient things stir beneath forgotten myths. Sealed forces begin to bleed into the world. And unseen eyes-some curious, some calculating, some hungry-turn toward him. Not to hunt. Not yet. But to witness. Because somewhere beyond the reach of time and memory... a broken blade waits to be remembered. And when it does- The one who holds it will not choose between saving the world... or ending it. They will decide what deserves to exist at all.”