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Legacy of the Unawakened

Legacy of the Unawakened

Author: Maliatate
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Chapter 1 The Quiet Before the Storm

Word Count: 1032    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

idge, a small town where everyone knew everyone else's business, he had mastered the art of blending in

a room just by walking into it. Jamie, on the other hand, was quieter but sharp-witted, often serving as the voice of reason when Max's jok

school. The leaves had begun to change, painting the ground with a carpet of reds and go

" Max shouted, laughing wh

nned, tossing the ball back

been rusty for years, man. Maybe if you g

At seventeen, it wasn't exactly something he was proud of, but he also wasn't ready to r

ng eighteen next week, right? Better h

t the factory and his mom juggling two jobs to keep the bills paid. At home, he was mostly left to his own devices, which meant spending

over him. Eighteen. An age where people expected him to have it all figured out. But Scott felt like

nravel-and something ancient and powerful was waiti

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g than his waking life. His small room was cluttered with posters of fantasy landscapes and superheroes, a quiet testament to

st is ready," s

t the kitchen table, his mom smiled tiredly, handing him a pl

ood. "Yeah. I just hope I don

and squeezed his hand. "You

eard conversations. Max and Jamie found

e game Friday?" M

"Probably. Gotta

need a break, dude. Don

t just at school, but in life. His parents often reminded him to think about

spot by the creek. The air was crisp, filled with

d?" Max teased, tossing

I said, waiting fo

her. Just don't let us catc

ut beneath the surface, a strange feeling was growing-a pull he couldn't explain.

made a silent promise to himself: whateve

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lighthearted, but sometimes he wondered if they truly understood him. They joked about his "innocence" like it was some kind of joke,

g, watching the clouds roll by. His phone buzzed-it was a message f

dinners were rare but im

cept for the clinking of cutlery. His

you thought abo

le. "I'm looking i

"Whatever you choos

osters again-worlds where heroes lived and magic was real. He

n him. He felt like something was waiting just beneath the surface, s

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