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Fragments of Forever

Fragments of Forever

Ruby Meskill
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Adventure
5 Chapters
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Fantasy
Magical
Romance
Forbidden love

Memory is the currency of power and the compass for basic values in the magical nation of Memoria. Living a modest life, Elara Renard saves rather few memories to benefit her family over her lifetime. Still, her awakening of a long-lost memory revealing an ancient forecast guiding the fate of her planet sets off all the changes. Elara visits Lysander Kane, a man whose memories appear to guide hers. As events transpire, she is juggling the complexity of the prophecy. Taken all together, they draw attention to the horrible and appalling aspects of the memory trafficking operation performed under Memory Enforcement Bureau authority. The developing love between them calls into doubt the dishonest power demanding control over all facet of Memoria's life, therefore undermining society's expectations as well as her own personal issues. If Elara and Lysander want to bring about peace and cherish the memories that define their lives, they will have to negotiate a complicated network of secrets and alliances. Apart from a great sacrifice, political suspense and magical strife would bloom. When one thinks about the force of love, memory, and the never-ending yearning for harmony in a community, "Echoes of Eternity" is an epic fantasy romance of enormous relevance among ideas.

Chapter 1 The Shimmering Shard

Atheria throbbed with remarkable vitality, a symphony of voices, laughter, and glass vial clinking. Every booth was bursting with glittering vials, each a vessel gently extracted and kept from a priceless memory. Among the busy bustle, Elara Renard, a young memory merchant with eyes like warm honey, had her stall lined with carefully placed vials, each labelled with beautiful calligraphy suggesting the jewels inside.

Elara's "Whispers of the Past" stand was a refuge for individuals looking for inspiration, comfort, or a glimpse of past occurrences. She was adept at pointing out the core of memory, its emotional weight, and its resonance with the seeker. Her gentle demeanour and sympathetic glance attracted clients to her stand; their hearts longed for a link to the past, a brief trip from the present, or hope for the future.

When a tired visitor met her, "Good morning, Elara," he seemed pining for home. "I look for a memory of my childhood village, a reminder of the laughing and friendliness used to occupy my days."

Grinning slightly, Elara chose a vial from her collection. Her quiet voice resembled a whisper: "This one," she added, "has the memory of a summer evening, the perfume of freshly baked bread blending with the laughter of children playing in the village square. It is a memory of intimate relationships and small pleasures."

The guest stroked the vial; his eyes shone, and his heart reflected the past. Emotionally charged in voice, he thanked Elara and vanished into the throng, momentarily raised in the mood by the memories.

Elara watched him go and felt a subdued joy bloom in her chest. She enjoyed her work; it was her capacity to provide comfort and hope by linking people by the threads of memory. Benevolent as she was, a craving for a life outside the busy market, a need for adventure and a knowledge of the world outside Atheria's borders persisted behind her surface happiness.

Memories in Memoria were a currency, a source of power, and a window into the psyche, not merely transient happenings. Like Elara, skilled memory weavers could gently thread light into vials from individuals. These vials were then sold in the active Memory Market; their worth came from the memories' emotional resonance, rarity, and intensity. A basic loaf of bread and a decent word might replace the bittersweet remembrance of a lost grandfather; nevertheless, a reminiscence of first love can be costly.

The Memory Enforcement Bureau, a strong entity controlling the memory trade, loomed great above the market. Sporting dark uniforms, its enforcers roved the streets, ensuring obedience to the rigorous policies and silencing any merchant criticism. Though she had heard whispers of discontent and stories of a rising revolt against Bureau authority, Elara had always been wary and secure with her little market niche.

With her honey-coloured eyes gleaming purposefully, Elara gently placed a new set of vials on the shelves of her stall. These carried memories of a different sort: the thrill of a first dance at the yearly Harvest Festival, the peace of a moonlit swim in Crystal Lake, and the surge of a tremendous flight across the Whispering Peaks. Each carried a bit of someone's happiness, a brief flash of gladness recorded and preserved.

Approaching the stand, a young woman's eyes seized on a vial softly glowing goldenly. As she said, "What is this one?" her voice carried questions.

"This," Elara said, "is a memory of a sunrise across the Emerald Sea. It should give hope and inspire the dreamer inside.

The young woman had brilliant eyes and purchased the vial without a second thought. Elara grinned and watched her go. Events like these inspired her enthusiasm for her work since she came to see how memories may influence and change life.

Still, she yearned more than the congested market could offer. She longed to see those memories personally, feel the breeze in her hair as she soared across the heavens, plunge herself into the cool embrace of Crystal Lake, and dance under the moonlight with a happy heart. But such exploits felt like a dream, a world apart from the reality of her memory company.

A hooded figure approached her stall as the day was drawing to an end. Their voice was a low murmur, and their face was dark. Their palm extended a whirlingly dazzling mist. "I seek a forgotten memory," they said. A memory suggesting a Prophey, a destiny twisted with the fate of our planet."

Curious, Elara reached for the vial and felt strange energy surging through her memory magic. She watched an alien brilliance shining shard with edges peering into the whirling mist. She removed the splinter very gently; it shivered her spine.

Elara touched the shard, suddenly immersed in a world of shadows and flames, a tsunami of pictures and emotions carried across from the packed market. She saw a black figure with wide-open hands, his eyes ablaze with a terrible brightness, his voice loud with a terrible prophecy. She watched a city ablaze, its once-vibrant streets now depressed, its people driven by fright and hopelessness.

Elara staggered and was confused as the picture disappeared; her heart beat with interest and terror. The cloaked man had disappeared, leaving the shimmering shard and memory vial alone. Her world changed; she clutched the shard tightly, its touch a spark starting a path she never dreamed of.

Approaching closely, the hooded person's voice was audible yet weighted Elara's soul. Rasping "this memory," "holds a secret, a truth buried for centuries, a prophecy that might destroy the foundations of our planet."

Curious and terrified, Elara looked at the maelstrom of mist in the vial, her memory magic twitching with strange force. She concentrated her senses, and among the blackness's tempest, a shimmering shard with foreign light emerged from her focus. She handled the shard carefully; its whispers linked with old power and lost comprehension chilled her spine.

Elara stroked the shard, and a picture seemed so clear that she was living it right there; a flood of images and feelings poured over her head. She came upon a black figure whose features were hidden in darkness; his eyes were ablaze with an evil light, and his voice rang with a terrible prophecy of anarchy and devastation. She watched a city covered in flames, its once-vibrant streets now black, and its people are driven mad by panic and hopelessness. Her concepts whirled like anguished ghosts, matching the cries of the fallen.

Rising voices and words weaved a tapestry of dread and despair as the black man neared, sharpening the vision. Their voice resounding with old power, "The balance will be broken," they said. "The strands of fate will fray." And the one unified universe will vanish immediately.

Elara gasped. Her palm slipped from the shard automatically, its touch now blistering like a fire. Her pulse thumped with a mix of dread and curiosity. The image vanished, leaving her confused and gasping. The memory vial and the shimmering shard stayed as the hooded figure disappeared; its words now act as a sobering reminder of the approaching darkness.

Her reality changed, and she grasped the shard tightly. Its warmth seemed unusual comfort against the cold of fear coursing through her body. She felt the echoes of the prophecy resounding inside her entire being; she could no longer fight the call of destiny. She had to grasp the vision, the meaning of the shard, and her part in the unfolding events that would swallow the combined worlds.

Where should I start, though? Knowing this, a weight felt tremendous and terrible; who could she trust? As iron-tight control of the memory trade highlighted, the Memory Enforcement Bureau felt more like a threat than an ally. And the indications of the revolution she had heard in the restricted market areas were murmurs, their source veiled in doubt and mystery.

As the fading sun sent long shadows across the Memory Market and closed her stall for the day, Elara felt alone and under the strain of obligation. She held the shard closer, its warmth like a beacon in the dark gathering, its whispers a route map into an unknown future. She understood her life had permanently changed and that the modest life she had known was replaced with a destiny entwined with the fate of the unified planets.

Her hand sensed the weight of the shard more than it ought to, a physical expression of the weight her soul had gained. Once comfortable in the quiet areas of the Memory Market, Elara loved the small act of connecting with people through shared memories. She could understand why she was suddenly pushed into a job she never desired.

Her uncertainty bit her, murmuring inquiries and concerns. Was she strong enough to offset the impending darkness? Could she discover the secrets of the prediction and guard the unified worlds from the cataclysm just about to roll over them? She was only Elara, a memory merchant weaver of lost dreams-not a fighter or a rescuer.

Still, a spark of revolt burned within her heart among the horror. She recalled the faces of people who had come to her for solace: dreamers looking for inspiration in the echoes of the past, grieving people comforted by common memories, and visitors yearning for a taste of home. She recalled the whispers of discontent among the traders, the longing for a society free from Bureau control, the wish for a future whereby memories were prized rather than sold off.

She also remembered the shard's cosiness, the prophecy's whispers, and the summons to a fate connected with the fate of the unified worlds. She could not turn aside this summons, as this obligation was placed upon her. She had to collect her will inside to welcome the future and move forth.

Solved now, Elara accelerated her feet across the empty market. She would hunt direction, allies, and responses. She would learn to sort the prophecies and use the shard's power. She would face the darkness not in panic but with unflinching conviction in the light inside her heart and with the residual force of the United Kingdoms.

She was nearly at the brink of the market when a man emerged from the shadows, their sharp blue eyes fixed on her, and their presence froze her spine. "The shard has chosen its keeper," the man said, their voice a terrible echo in the evening. "The prophecy will materialize. The future of Memoria rests with you.

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Latest Release: Chapter 5 The City of Whispers   12-05 21:46
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1 Chapter 1 The Shimmering Shard
05/12/2024
2 Chapter 2 The Whispers of Atheria
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3 Chapter 3 The Shadowed Encounter
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4 Chapter 4 The Serpent's Pass
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5 Chapter 5 The City of Whispers
05/12/2024
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