_Axeemah_

In the palace of YHÀKÁDÈI, Thesra was taken away on the day she was born. Her mother was killed by the feared sword, iheassai, a weapon that guarantees certain doom. Nearly twenty years later, a shaman brings her back home, shrouded in mystery. The king, eager to ensure her safety, organizes a contest to select four worthy guardians. Josephus Noah, a young man with a cursed soul, is among them.

As Thesra and her guardians grow closer, they face palace intrigue, hidden agendas, and the looming threat of Zagaroth, her cunning uncle. His love for his son, the living dead confined to a jar, drives his actions. When a coup erupts, they must flee, sacrificing one of their own in the process. Pursued by Zagaroth's relentless vendetta, they seek refuge with a trusted guardian. But even among their allies, treachery lurks. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of palace politics, they discover hidden strengths, forge unbreakable bonds, and unravel the mysteries of their past. Join Thesra and her companions on a magical journey of loyalty, adventure, and self-discovery.

Rise of the Royal Blue Jaoji - Iheasssai Sword

The ghosts began to circle around him, a look of awe on their faces. "You are a chosen one." They said in unison. "You will bring balance to our world." 


Parele looked at them, his mind spinning with questions. Despite the ghost's assurances, he still felt a twinge of fear. But as he looked around at their ghostly faces he saw no malice there, only a kind of desperation. Slowly, he began to relax. "Okay," he said. "I got this! Mama's gibber." 


The ghosts began to smile, and they waved their hands, conjuring up chairs for everyone to sit on. They gestured for Parele to come take a seat, and he did so, feeling like a child at a fairytale banquet. 


Parele found himself laughing along with the ghosts as they shared jokes and stories. It felt like he had known them for years, even though they had only just met. 


THE PHANTOM HOUR