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09/01/2025

Disappointments from the people we care about can really sting, especially since we tend to put a lot of trust and high hopes in them. But learning to roll with those letdowns is a real gift you give to yourself and to them. Remember, nobody's perfect—not even our closest friends and family. Their choices often come from their own struggles or viewpoints, not from a desire to hurt us. By accepting that relationships come with imperfections, we can let go of bitterness and open up space for forgiveness and growth. Disappointment doesn’t weaken love; in fact, it can actually strengthen it when we respond with understanding and a willingness to keep loving despite the flaws. Accepting this isn’t about lowering your expectations; it’s about recognizing that we’re all human, including ourselves, and choosing compassion over pain.

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09/01/2025

In life, the depth of a connection is not dictated by the length of time but by the authenticity and character of the people involved. Someone you’ve known for years might barely scratch the surface of your soul, while a person you meet for just a short time can leave an indelible mark. It’s not the calendar that builds trust, understanding, or love—it’s the actions, the integrity, and the emotional presence of the person. Time is merely a container, but it’s character that fills it with meaning. What matters is how someone makes you feel seen, valued, and understood, regardless of how long they’ve been in your life.

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26/12/2024

The Night After Christmas

The night after Christmas, the world seems still,
A calmness settles, a quiet thrill.
The twinkle of lights softly glows in the dark,
While memories linger, leaving their mark.

The gifts are unwrapped, the stockings are bare,
The scent of pine lingers in the air.
Echoes of laughter, the warmth of the day,
Now gently fade as night takes its sway.

Snow blankets the ground in a shimmering sheet,
The world feels hushed beneath its feet.
The fire burns low, its embers aglow,
As hearts reflect on the love they now know.

The bustle has quieted, the rush has gone,
But the spirit of Christmas lingers on.
In this peaceful night, we pause and pray,
For joy and hope to forever stay.

The night after Christmas, a time to rest,
To count the blessings and know we’re blessed.
For though the season will fade from view,
Its light stays bright, its meaning true.

21/12/2024

Be honest always...

21/12/2024

Let’s take a moment to really dive into the story of Joseph in that Egyptian prison. Picture this: a young guy who’s just been thrown into the depths of despair. His own brothers? They sold him out! Talk about betrayal. And then there’s Potiphar’s wife, who, let’s be real, wasn’t exactly a fan of Joseph either. She falsely accused him, and boom—he’s stuck in chains, locked away in a dank, gloomy prison. It’s like his whole world has crumbled into dust. If there was ever a time when life felt completely unfair, it was then. But here’s the crazy part—who would have guessed that this was just the beginning of a wild ride? Joseph, the lowly prisoner, was just a stone’s throw away from becoming Joseph, the prime minister of Egypt. It’s wild to think that sometimes, the worst moments can set the stage for something incredible.

Now, let’s shift gears and talk about Moses. Imagine him out there in the wilderness, just hanging out with a bunch of sheep. Seriously, is this what he envisioned for his life? He’s got this fire in his heart, a passion that runs deep in his Jewish roots. He dreams of leading his people out of slavery, but instead, he’s stuck with a bunch of bleating sheep. It’s almost like a cosmic joke, right? But here’s the kicker: those forty years in the desert weren’t just wasted time. God was preparing him, equipping him with the skills he’d need to lead the Israelites to freedom. It’s like a secret training montage that nobody saw coming. Sometimes, the universe has a funny way of preparing us for our true calling, even when we feel like we’re wandering in circles.

And then there’s Daniel—oh man, what a story! This guy was among the elite, the top-tier talent of Israel. Think of him as the kind of dude who would’ve been on a fast track to greatness, like a West Point cadet or an Ivy League star. But what happens? He gets dragged out of Jerusalem in chains, along with his whole generation, as the city crumbles around them. It’s a devastating scene. The temple, a symbol of their faith, lies in ruins. Talk about a dark chapter! But here’s the twist: who could have imagined that this captivity was just a stepping stone? Daniel would go on to become a trusted advisor to kings, a role that would allow him to influence nations. It’s mind-blowing to think that in the midst of all that chaos, God was orchestrating something bigger.

So, when you look at Joseph in prison, Moses in the desert, and Daniel in chains, it’s easy to see only the darkness. But what if those dark moments were actually the groundwork for something monumental? It’s like a plot twist in a movie that you never saw coming. God has this way of turning the tables, of taking the most hopeless situations and transforming them into incredible stories of redemption and purpose. Just look at how He worked through Joseph, Moses, and Daniel, and then think about Jesus what a game changer! If He can do it for them, why wouldn’t He do it for you? So, when life throws you into a tough spot, remember: it could just be the beginning of your own amazing journey.

21/12/2024

Keep calm, because life has a way of working itself out, even in the chaos. Be crazy, because joy is found in the moments where you let go and embrace the wild, beautiful parts of life. Love fiercely and without hesitation, because it’s the greatest gift you can give and receive. Most importantly, just be you—unapologetically, authentically, and with all your heart. Today is special because it’s the oldest you’ve ever been, filled with wisdom and experience, yet the youngest you’ll ever be again, brimming with endless possibilities. Live fully in this moment, because it’s yours and yours alone.

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21/12/2024

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20/12/2024

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20/12/2024

19/12/2024

Shadows of Love

Episode 2: “Echoes of Silence"

The dawn broke softly, casting pale light across the quiet room. Amaka sat by the window, knees drawn to her chest, watching as the world outside stirred awake. The city buzzed faintly in the distance, a hum of life she no longer felt connected to. Inside, the silence stretched, vast and unyielding.

Her fingers brushed against the cool glass, tracing patterns in the condensation. It reminded her of the nights they would sit by this same window, whispering dreams to each other. Back then, the silence between them was filled with comfort. Now, it echoed with things left unsaid.

“You’re always up before the sun,” Tari had once teased, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

Amaka had leaned into him, smiling. “I like watching the world wake up. It reminds me that we get to start over.”

“Every day with you feels like a fresh start,” he had whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.

That moment felt distant now, like a photograph left out in the sun too long faded, but not forgtten

The soft chime of her phone pulled her back to reality. A message from Ifeoma:
“Amaka, you don’t have to go through this alone. Call me.”

She sighed, setting the phone aside. What could she even say? That the love she had once believed in was crumbling? That every “good morning” and “goodnight” now felt like a fragile truce?

Amaka rose from the window, her bare feet silent against the cold wooden floor. The house felt different, like it no longer belonged to her. She wandered into the kitchen, the scent of last night’s uneaten dinner still lingering in the air.

She stared at the table, at the two empty chairs that seemed to mock her. How many times had they sat there, sharing meals, laughter, plans for the future? Now, it felt like a battleground, each chair holding the weight of arguments and cold stares.

Tari’s footsteps echoed down the hall. He entered the kitchen, his presence filling the room but doing nothing to warm it. He glanced at her, eyes heavy with something between guilt and exhaustion.

“Morning,” he mumbled, reaching for a glass of water.

Amaka nodded but didn’t speak. The silence wrapped around them, thick and suffocating.

“I have a meeting,” he added, as if that explained everything. As if that could erase the chasm between them.

She watched him leave, the door closing with a soft click that felt far too loud

Alone again, Amaka let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The weight in her chest pressed harder. She needed air. Grabbing her coat, she stepped outside, the crisp morning air biting at her skin.

She walked aimlessly, letting her feet guide her. The city bustled around her, indifferent to her turmoil. Couples walked hand in hand, children laughed, life moved on. It was both comforting and cruel.

She found herself at a small park, the kind they used to visit on lazy Sunday afternoons. The swings creaked softly in the breeze. She sat on one, letting herself sway gently.

“Amaka?”

The voice startled her. She turned to see an old friend, Chidi, approaching. His smile was warm, familiar, a reminder of simpler times.

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said, sitting on the swing beside her. “It’s been ages.”

She managed a small smile. “Yeah, it has.”

They talked, easy and light, about everything and nothing. For a moment, the weight in her chest lifted.

“You okay?” he asked softly, sensing the cracks beneath her surface.

Amaka hesitated but nodded. “I will be.

As they parted ways, Chidi’s words lingered: “You know where to find me if you need someone to talk to.”

Amaka watched him disappear down the path, a small spark of hope igniting within her. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she felt.

She turned back toward home, the shadows still looming but now tinged with the faintest hint of light.

When she returned, the house was quiet. Too quiet. She stood in the doorway, staring at the life she and Tari had built. It wasn’t perfect. It never had been. But it was theirs.

And she wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet.

As she closed the door behind her, she whispered into the empty room, “We promised, Tari. We promised.”

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19/12/2024

It was my first time playing Chess game on Tuesday. After the game, I understand that Chess is more than a game. It is a reflection of life.

- Every move requires thought.
- Every piece holds its own value.
- Every game is a new challenge.

But unlike chess, life doesn't give you a 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗻.

I’ve been thinking about the lessons chess has taught me...
and how they mirror so many aspects of life and business.

𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱:
1. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻.
- If you move aimlessly, you’ll get stuck fast.
- The same goes for business. You need direction.
- Every successful strategy begins with clarity.

2. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀.
- Pawns are underestimated, but they can change the game.
- In life, small actions create the biggest shifts.
- Don’t dismiss the power of consistency and tiny steps.

3. 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀.
- Rushing into action often leads to regret.
- Timing is everything in chess and in life.
- Sometimes the best move is to wait.

4. 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿.
- I learned more from losing than winning.
- Failure isn't final...it's feedback.
- Every misstep shows you what not to do next time.

5. 𝗙𝗼𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲.
- It’s easy to fixate on winning small battles.
- But real success lies in the endgame.
- Always keep your goals in sight, even when distractions pull you in.

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀:

In chess, there’s no luck involved. No shortcuts.
Just skill, strategy, and focus. And isn’t life the same?

If you don’t show up with intention...
you’ll end up reacting instead of leading.

𝗜 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆:
- Take one lesson from chess and apply it.
- Make a plan for your week (start with your biggest goal).
- Focus on the small, consistent actions that matter.
- Slow down before you make a decision.
- Look at the bigger picture of where you’re headed.

Life may not give us a board or pieces...
but the principles remain the same.

Plan ahead.
Make strategic moves.
Learn from every loss.

And always play for the win. 💪

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15/12/2024

Karma, to me, is the belief that my actions have a way of coming back to me, shaping my future experiences. It's the idea that "what goes around, comes around," and it encourages me to live with integrity, compassion, and mindfulness. When I act positively and with good intentions, I believe that good things will come my way. Conversely, negative actions can lead to negative consequences. This principle reminds me of the interconnectedness of my actions and their impact on myself and others. By living a life of kindness and fairness, I contribute not only to my own well-being but also to the harmony of the world around me.

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15/12/2024

You are not here to be ordinary. You are extraordinary in ways you may not even realize. The moon moves oceans just to erase your footprints from the beach, and the earth pulls you close to keep you grounded, as if it knows how irreplaceable you are. Your eyes hold more atoms than there are stars in the universe, and the way you love—the fierce, powerful, passionate fire you carry for those you hold dear—is anything but ordinary. You are magic, my darling, and the world itself knows it. You were never meant to be just another face in the crowd; you were born to shine.

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13/12/2024

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11/12/2024

Episode Four: "The Name that Shapes Destiny"

"The Child Born With No Name".

Opening Scene: The Seekers Arrive

The pounding of hooves breaks the heavy silence of the estate. The Seekers, cloaked figures of knowledge and mystery, dismount from their horses, their faces shadowed beneath hoods and turbans. They carry relics and tomes, their presence radiating a quiet authority. The setting sun paints the sky in hues of fire, casting long shadows as they are led to the estate’s great hall.

Inside, Lord Thalion stands at the center of the hall, his fingers drumming anxiously on the armrest of his chair. Lady Sariah watches from the sidelines, her eyes flickering between the boy and the approaching Seekers. The child—still unnamed but eerily composed—sits at the far end of the room, perched atop a grand chair like a sovereign awaiting his court.

When the Seekers enter, they bow low before Thalion. Their leader, Enari—a gaunt man with piercing blue eyes and the air of someone who has seen too much—steps forward.

Enari (calmly):
"Lord Thalion, we come bearing truths, though not all will bring you comfort."

His gaze shifts briefly to the boy, who meets it unflinchingly, as if daring Enari to speak

The Seekers lay out their findings—parchments unrolled, relics unveiled, fragments of prophecy whispered into the tension-filled air. Each theory paints a different picture: some see the boy as a savior, others as a harbinger of destruction. Yet none can agree on what binds him to this world or how his existence defies the laws of nature.

Nyssa, the sorceress (frustrated):
"The boy ages beyond reason. His aura bends reality itself. If he is not controlled, he could unmake the very fabric of existence."

Lady Sariah (sharply):
"Control? Is that all you scholars can think of? He is no object to be tamed."

Her voice rises above the din, silencing the room. She turns her gaze to the boy, who has remained silent through the debate, his golden eyes scanning the faces before him.

Lady Sariah (softly):
"Perhaps... he knows more than we do. Perhaps he should decide what he is to be called."

The room falls silent. The suggestion hangs in the air, shocking in its simplicity. Thalion stiffens, his face betraying his unease.

Thalion (hesitant):
"You would let a child choose his own fate? What if the name he chooses sets him on a path we cannot control?"

Lady Sariah (firmly):
"We are fools to think we can control him, Thalion. Let him name himself, and perhaps we will understand what he truly is."

All eyes turn to the boy. The room feels heavy with expectation, the air crackling with an unspoken energy.

The boy rises from his chair, his movements deliberate and calm. He walks to the center of the hall, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. The Seekers, Thalion, and Sariah watch in silence as he surveys the room, his gaze lingering on each face as if weighing their worth.

When he speaks, his voice is steady, each word cutting through the silence like a blade.

The Boy (calmly):
"A name is not given; it is chosen. And I choose Kael’vryn—the one who decides."

The name echoes through the great hall, carrying with it an undeniable weight. It feels ancient, yet new, a name that seems to rewrite the air around it. The Seekers exchange uneasy glances. Thalion leans forward, his brow furrowed in thought.

Nyssa (whispering):
"Kael’vryn... it is not a name found in any tongue we know. Yet it feels... inevitable."

Kael’vryn—once a child without a name—now stands taller, his golden eyes burning brighter. The name seems to settle over him like a mantle, reshaping the boy into something greater, something that commands respect and fear alike.

Kael’vryn (softly, almost to himself):
"Now the world will know who I am."
The voices around him blur as he stands in the hall, feeling the name settle into his very essence. He knows they fear him. He feels their unease, their whispers of prophecy and doom.

But Kael’vryn also feels something else a power awakening within him, tethered now to the name he has chosen. He senses the threads of destiny pulling at him, the weight of a thousand possible futures pressing against his mind.

Kael’vryn (inner monologue):
"They think they can shape me, bind me to their will. Fools. A name is not a chain it is freedom. And with it, I will decide what I become."

The room seems to shrink around him as his awareness expands. He can feel the shaman lurking in the shadows, his thoughts veiled but not impenetrable. He senses Thalion’s doubt, Sariah’s hope, and the Seekers’ fear. They are all pieces on a board he has only begun to understand.

As Kael’vryn processes his newfound identity, the Seeker's debate reignites. Enari steps forward, his voice trembling with urgency.

Enari:
"Lord Thalion, the name he has chosen is not just a name. It is power. It is choice. If we do not act now, he may choose a path that none of us can control."

Thalion turns to the boy, his expression torn between fear and awe.

Thalion:
"Kael’vryn... what do you intend to do?"

Kael’vryn meets his gaze, unflinching.

Kael’vryn:
"I intend to decide."

The words are simple, yet they carry the weight of inevitability. The tension in the room is palpable. The shaman steps forward, his voice smooth and honeyed.

Shaman:
"My lord, there is still a way to ensure his path aligns with your will. The ritual"

Kael’vryn’s gaze snaps to the shaman, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Kael’vryn (coldly):
"You would bind me? Twist my will to suit your desires? You are a fool to think you can control what you do not understand."

The shaman recoils slightly, but his eyes gleam with hidden malice.

As the tension reaches its peak, Kael’vryn turns to Thalion, his golden eyes unblinking.

Kael’vryn:
"You brought me into this world, Thalion. You sought to shape me, to control me. But now you must decide—will you stand beside me, or against me?"

Thalion’s breath catches in his throat. The hall falls silent, every soul waiting for his response. But before he can speak, Kael’vryn turns and walks toward the great doors of the estate, his silhouette framed by the dying light of the sun.

Kael’vryn (softly, as he leaves):
"I am Kael’vryn. And I will decide."

The episode ends with the sound of the great doors closing behind him, leaving the others to grapple with the storm he has unleashed.

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04/12/2024

Title: Shadows of Love🔥🔥🔥

"A story of a broken love"😱😱

Episode 1: "The Cracks Beneath the Surface"

The soft crash of ocean waves echoed in the background as Amaka stood at the altar, her hands trembling in Tari’s firm grasp. Her heart raced, not with fear, but with the kind of love that makes the world fall silent. Tari looked at her with a smile that could make a storm feel like a summer breeze.

"I do," he said, his voice steady, his words like a promise carved in stone.

"I do," Amaka replied, tears of joy spilling from her eyes.

The crowd erupted in cheers as they sealed their vows with a kiss. At that moment, under the golden glow of the setting sun, they believed they had conquered life. Their love was pure, untouchable.

Three years later, the glow had dimmed.

The once warm and inviting living room was now a cold battlefield. The walls that had witnessed laughter now bore the scars of tension, unspoken words, and shattered dreams. Amaka sat on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. Her face, once radiant, now carried the weight of exhaustion.

The door slammed open, and Tari strode in, his expression dark. His presence filled the room with an unspoken accusation.

"You didn’t think I’d find out, did you?" he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

Amaka barely looked up. "Find out what, Tari?"

"Dare," he spat the name like venom. "The man you’ve been meeting behind my back."

She set her phone down with a sigh, her patience fraying at the edges. "He’s my colleague. We work together, that’s all."

"Don’t play dumb with me!" Tari’s voice rose, his anger palpable. "I saw the way you laughed with him. The way you touched his arm. Do you think I’m blind?"

Amaka stood, her calm unraveling. "I laughed because, for once, I felt at ease. Something I haven’t felt in a long time."

His jaw tightened, his fists clenching. "So it’s my fault now? I’m the reason you need another man to make you smile?"

Her voice broke as she shouted back. "Yes, Tari! You’ve smothered me! I can’t breathe in this house without you questioning every move I make!"

They stood facing each other, the air thick with anger and pain. Tari’s face twisted, caught between rage and something deeper—hurt. Amaka’s chest heaved as she fought to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

The silence that followed was deafening.

There had been a time when silence between them felt like comfort. It had been the language of shared peace, of quiet moments that didn’t need words. Now, it was a chasm neither of them knew how to cross.

Amaka grabbed her keys from the table, her movements slow but deliberate. "I can’t do this anymore," she said quietly, her voice heavy with resignation.

Tari looked at her, his eyes betraying a storm of emotions. "If you walk out that door, don’t come back."

She froze, his words hanging in the air like a noose tightening around her. Slowly, she turned the k**b and stepped out, closing the door softly behind her.

The silence that followed was louder than any argument they had ever had. Tari sank onto the couch, his face buried in his hands. His chest tightened, his thoughts racing. How had they gone from being two people who couldn’t imagine life apart to this—a love story turned tragedy?

It wasn’t always like this.

There had been a time when laughter echoed off the walls of their tiny apartment. Late nights spent eating takeout on the floor, their conversations flowing as easily as their love. Tari had knelt in front of her one evening, his eyes nervous but hopeful.

"I know I don’t have much," he’d said, holding out a simple ring. "But I promise you, Amaka, I’ll give you the world one day. Will you marry me?"

She had fallen to her knees, wrapping her arms around him, tears streaming down her face. "Yes, Tari. A thousand times, yes."

But life had a way of testing promises. And somewhere between the vows and the arguments, they had lost the spark that once lit up their world.

Tari sat in the darkness, the weight of his words heavy on his chest. If you walk out that door, don’t come back. The regret was immediate, but his pride kept him from chasing her.

Amaka sat in her car, her hands gripping the steering wheel. She stared at the house, a part of her waiting, hoping for him to open the door, to call her back. But the minutes passed, and the door stayed closed.

Love wasn’t supposed to hurt like this, she thought. But sometimes, the love that once lifted you up becomes the very thing that pulls you down.

And so, for the first time, Amaka drove away—not just from the house but from the dreams they had built together.

In the darkness of their separate worlds, two hearts broke quietly, leaving behind the echoes of what once was.

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01/12/2024

Hello, December!
The final chapter of the year has arrived, and with it comes the magic of the holiday season, the promise of new beginnings, and the joy of gathering with loved ones. December is a time for reflection, gratitude, and making memories that will last a lifetime.

Let’s embrace the crisp winter air, the warmth of cozy evenings by the fire, and the sparkle of twinkling lights that fill the night sky. It’s a month to cherish traditions, give from the heart, and spread kindness wherever we go.

Here’s to ending the year on a note of love, hope, and celebration. May this month bring you peace, joy, and countless reasons to smile.

Hello, December! Let’s make it beautiful.

What are you most looking forward to this month? 🎄

29/11/2024

"A CHILD BORN WITHOUT A NAME" a story that will keep you glued to the pages😱😱😱

"THE CHILD BORN WITH NO NAME".

EPISODE THREE: "THE SHADOWS OF KNOWLEDGE".
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Opening Scene: The Morning After

The grand banquet hall, once filled with laughter and festivity, now stood in eerie silence. The echoes of the previous night’s turmoil seemed to linger in the air, thick with uncertainty and dread. Lord Thalion sat at the head of the long table, his face a mask of cold contemplation as he stared out the large window at the rising sun.

The child, still nestled in his basket, lay undisturbed in the corner, as if time itself feared to move.
The night had brought with it the weight of secrets and unsettling decisions, but Lord Thalion’s mind was set. He had resolved to seek the truth, no matter the cost.

"Prepare word,” he ordered sharply. “Send for scholars. I want to know what this child is. Every corner of this land must search for answers. No stone should be left unturned.”

By midday, messengers rode out to every corner of the realm, carrying word from Lord Thalion himself. Scholars, sages, and mystics from far and wide were summoned to observe the child—the nameless one—and uncover what they could about the strange child in his care.

In a few days, the message had been sent. The word spread like wildfire—scholars, historians, and mystics from across the land. And a group that converge under the name The Seekers—a collective of knowledge-hungry minds with one purpose: to uncover the truth behind the mysterious child.

Weeks passed as The Scholars assembled, drawn from all walks of life. From famed scholars to ancient mystics, and even those known for their secrecy and obsession with forbidden knowledge, they arrived one by one. They brought with them scrolls of ancient texts, magical relics, and unique methods of divination. Some, like the renowned scholar Enari, studied history and ancient symbols; others, like the sorceress Nyssa, dabbled in the mystic arts. They came with a single question in mind: What is this child?

But, as time wore on, something odd began to emerge. The more they examined the child, the less they understood. Each had their own theories—some spoke of divine birth, others of a curse too ancient to comprehend. But no scholar could agree on a single answer.

A month passed, and the child remained the enigma they had all come to study. The Seekers convened in the Thalion estate’s great hall, preparing to present their findings to Lord Thalion.

The story of the child’s strange aura, his terrifying ability to remain unaffected by harm, and his rapid growth soon became known to all within the estate. In just four months, the child had matured to what appeared to be a ten-year-old boy. His once-soft features now bore the sharpness of a young adult, though his golden eyes retained the eerie, unsettling glow that set him apart from all others.

Lord Thalion was both in awe and fear of the boy’s growth. There was no explanation for how he had aged so quickly, and no one could offer any logical reason for it. The Seekers, despite their collective knowledge, were no closer to finding an answer. Yet, the child’s rapid development brought new questions.

Lord Thalion stood in the nursery, observing the boy who now towered above him. The child’s gaze locked with his, and for a moment, Thalion could have sworn he saw the flicker of a knowing smile pass across the child’s face.
As those months passed, the Seekers began to make startling discoveries. Enari, the historian, uncovered a series of forgotten texts that mentioned a child born under an eclipse—a being of great potential, whose fate would either bring the destruction or salvation of the world. Nyssa, the sorceress, had visions of a child whose aura was tied to the very fabric of time and reality, a being whose power could warp the laws of nature.

Yet no one could offer a solution to the child’s true identity or explain his accelerated growth. The scholars became more desperate, and the sense of unease within the estate grew.

Lady Sariah, however, remained steadfast in her belief that the child was not evil but rather misunderstood. Her connection to him grew, and her intuition told her that there was more to this child than met the eye. She often spent hours and a whole day alone with him, speaking to him as though he were her own blood. In these moments, she could almost hear whispers in the air—soft, fleeting messages that seemed to emanate from the child himself. Yet, like everyone else, she could not explain them.
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Among the names sent out was the mysterious and elite group of information gatherers, “The Seekers,” known for their unparalleled ability to uncover the truth behind even the most cryptic of mysteries.
Lord Thalion, sitting in his study surrounded by piles of letters and reports from the "seekers" felt the weight of responsibility more than ever.

But one report, sent by a "seeker" named Althar, struck Lord Thalion with particular resonance. Althar proposed something daring—a simple yet profound suggestion that seemed to echo through the very fabric of fate.

"Perhaps," Althar wrote, "this child should be given a name. For a child with no name is a being untethered to destiny. Perhaps naming him will give him direction and, in doing so, guide him toward the future he is meant to shape."

Lord Thalion, who had never given much thought to the idea, now found himself at a crossroads. Could the act of naming the child truly alter his path? Was there power in a name? His sister, Lady Sariah, had already urged him to do so, suggesting that the child’s future might hinge on this very act.

As night fell, the shaman had quietly observed the growing tension. Though the scholars were grappling with the child’s mystery, he had his own agenda. In hushed tones, he spoke to Thalion, his voice low and laced with deceitful sweetness.

“My lord, I have a solution that could answer all your questions—and grant you control over this child. It is a secret known only to the oldest of my kind. A ritual that can bind the child’s power to you. You will no longer need to fear what he may become. He will grow under your command, serving only you.”
Thalion’s brow furrowed as he listened to the shaman, considering his words carefully. “And what price would this ritual demand, shaman?” Thalion asked, his voice sharp with suspicion.

The shaman’s eyes gleamed. “Nothing that you cannot pay, my lord. It will cost you only a portion of your soul—a fraction, easily given, easily regained. The child will be yours to command.”

There was something in the shaman’s words, something that felt wrong, but Thalion, desperate for control, nodded. “Proceed, then. Do what you must.”

The shaman smiled faintly, but there was a dark gleam in his eyes as he bowed and left.

The following morning The child, now ten years old, stood at the edge of the estate staring out over the horizon. The wind tugged at his hair, his golden eyes reflecting the setting sun as if they held the answers to the universe’s most profound questions.

"Perhaps it is time," Lord Thalion said quietly, stepping beside his sister, Lady Sariah. He held the parchment in his hands—the one containing the scholar’s suggestion.

"Name him," Lady Sariah whispered, her voice a prayer. "For only then will we know who he truly is."

Thalion’s heart thundered in his chest as he turned to the child. “What shall we call you?” he asked, his voice trembling with the weight of the decision.

The child, as though understanding the gravity of the moment, turned his gaze toward Lord Thalion. And for the first time, a faint smile—a smile that sought to see through the heart of lord thalion and his racing thoughts about what the shaman told him.. a smile that was both unsettling and comforting—curved on his lips.

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As the name hung in the air, the child’s gaze seemed to pierce through Lord Thalion’s very soul. A rush of wind swept across the estate, and for a brief moment, the earth trembled beneath them. The child’s golden eyes flared with an intensity that caused the hairs on the back of Thalion’s neck to stand on end.

In the distance, a shadow loomed—a dark figure riding swiftly toward the estate. The "Seekers" had arrived.. much later after their letters.. But what did they know? What truths would they reveal about the child?

And most importantly—what would Lord Thalion do with the knowledge they brought?
And what would he do with the shaman's words and solutions?

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