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Lucas had always been a person without hope for his life, ever since he was a child. This only grew after the person he loved most died, and he realized that justice had abandoned him. The specters stole the Primordial Life, the world's magic was gone, and only a few could still use it. After waking up, following a conversation with his friend and wondering if the gods truly exist, he feels an abnormal urge within himself, being one of the last bearers of magic.

Primordial Shadows

Serenna begins to walk away, disappearing into the forest, while I carry Éder, feeling his weight against me. Malu, the rabbit, runs after us, her small feet hitting the ground, ears up, showing her concern. 


The door was already open, and I pass through it, quickly heading to the table. I was lucky not to have left anything on the surface, avoiding any delay. With a careful movement, I place Éder on the table, his labored breathing echoing in the silence of the place. The tension in the air is palpable, and I feel overwhelmed by the urgency of the situation. 


I turn to the cabinet where I keep the medicinal herbs, my hands trembling as I open the doors. A mix of vials and packets of dried leaves is before me, and I quickly search for something that might help. My heart races as I think of Éder's wounds and the little time I have to act. 


I say, while choosing a mix of herbs that can help stop the bleeding. 


Mother and son