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The Love That Defied Fate: Gomen And Rehitt's Forbidden Tale

The Love That Defied Fate: Gomen And Rehitt's Forbidden Tale

Author: E.Yohan
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Chapter 1 Gomen's Blood Trail

Word Count: 1036    |    Released on: 23/09/2025

like thunder ac

s own heartbeat. He didn't blink. Didn't shake.Didn't move. His eyes were fixed on t

ren perched on shoulders, their small faces pale with anticipation. Torches burned around the

into his palm, but the pain grounded him. The taste of copper still lingered

was no ceremony.

Their faces were stone, carved by time, unforgiving as the gods they claimed to serve. At the c

Warden's voice rang,

t like a chain dragging him closer to fate. He knew every gaze was locked on him. S

me a sound like stones grinding together, fol

jaw ti

he gate below screeched

oar split the night, loud enough to shake the torches. The beast lunge

wer, half in terror, ha

id not

its edge chipped from countless rites before him

s chains s

cha

stone, saliva flinging from its jaws. Its breath was

n mo

he had stood. Dust sprayed up, stinging his eyes. The beast spun

ment, ti

t echo. There was only the pit, the beast,

as about ruthlessness. About how

ribs. The impact sent him staggering back, bones rattling, but it gave him an opening.

ast sh

grazed his arm, ripping through leather. Pain flashed white

ury was unbroken. It struck with its paw, claws slicing across his chest. The blow kn

shouted his name, others cri

lf up, every muscle trembling. His father's voice echoed

thing heavy, black bloo

nd. His grip on the sword was slick with sweat and gore. His

st came

raised. Its jaws clamped around the blade, biting down with enough force to

turned to a strangled cry. It thrashed, shaking its massive head, dragging him wi

d the blade free and drove it up

d was si

d shuddering as its weight hit the earth. Blood pooled,

le

s stopped. Even the torche

lood. He didn't lift his sword in triumph. He didn't shout. He only sta

ess. Untouc

d howls shook the air. His name echoed from

Not pride. Not relief. Just that same relentless

lemn rhythm. The ritual words began to spill from their

barely h

the stone ridge, stood a figure cl

they did not cheer.

and, slow and deliberate,

that night, a shiver

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