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Chapter# 1
Dahlia Spencer was a taker. She takes and takes and takes…..But that’s only what she thinks, not what Imperator Eternal thinks. He feels that it is a blessing to be born in Astravion. Does she feel blessed? To be in a land which has fire, water, food, and shelter. To live in a mansion, while people rot on the streets?
Yes, she answers after a long time of sitting silently. She feels good knowing she has a place to sleep, food to eat, warmth, and some luxuries. But what she doesn't have is a family. I don’t need a family. She repeated to herself as Calix’s voice soared through her head, ‘Everyone needs a family, Lia. ’
I never needed one, though, in my short 17 years of miserable life, she argues back. His voice stays quiet, and then like the sudden brush of wind, a sudden spark lit up its back. They argue back and forth for a while before she sighs and realizes that she’s been talking to herself all along and that Calix is dead. Buried 10 feet in the sand. The glittering sand that coated the coast. She will never hear his voice again. And he will never bring her the Wisteria that he had promised her.
She had been alone since she could remember. There had been no one there, no one in her life. She doesn’t know how she survived. Perhaps, it was the kindness of the Iron Crown. She used to be happy here. That was only until Elias was the Imperator Eternal. And then Alaric killed him. Became the new Imperator. I never found my family after him. Because of any hope I had of where I came from? Whose child was I? Questions about my heritage were all left unanswered when Alaric came. And I might never find a family because of him. But these are just the reasons why the people hate Alaric.
It’s been 3 years since I’ve been leading the war with Morthalor. Power this, Power That…Never what Power does. Everyone’s ready to accept Power but doesn’t accept its consequences or responsibilities.
Alaric Draeven, Imperator Eternal of Astravion, fighting against his own brother, Eric Draeven of Morthalor…for Power.
Land… Money… Immortal Power for an Immoral Person. I am no better. But he was. And they killed him, so I’ll have patience. Take a deep breath, calm down, and think.
‘Play with your brain, Lia, not your fists’
‘Your strength can win a battle, but your mind can win wars... Think’
Except I hadn't thought….I hadn’t been faster. I had let him drown..while I escaped. It’s time to take back what was mine from the start—the crown for Astravion.