All Chapters of The Legend of Amaryah: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Many, many years ago, from times when stories were still sung and these songs were persistently passed on from generations to generations, a collection of many myths and legends were celebrated by the people. They built temples and shrines for the gods. They built tombs for their leaders to be buried beside the gods they worshipped. And in harmony, humans and spirits served the higher beings. Selaphiel was a blessed land. Still is. The continent's people were even more blessed. Unlike other places, they were gifted the ability to bond with tamed spirits so that they can use some of nature's powers. But over time, because of greed and ambitions, they grew to forget their purpose, and they eventually strayed from traditions. There once lived a humble commoner family of sixteen. It was such a large family that they had to risk themselves into working for the more fortunate ones as spirit trappers. For them, they were lucky enough to have been born and lived in Selaphiel, a world wher

Amaryah gasped for air. She is someone who has always cared about her appearance; thus, even when she is almost out of breath, she still has the audacity to sit up to start looking for a mirror. She only paused after seeing how flowers scattered all over when she moved. Slowly, she steadied her breathing and tried to relax. While doing so, she looked around to find out where she was and was surprised at how easily she could move. She was ready to feel uncomfortable upon returning to her body, yet this was what greeted her. How unexpected. Despite being lifeless for months, no muscle is aching nor numbing. She raised her hands to watch her fingers and even looked down at her feet to feel her toes wiggle. "It looks like someone has taken meticulous care of me," she thought. She seems to be in a small cabin that is most likely built for her. The shelves on her left are filled with many bottles of potions and jars of herbs while the table a meter away from the foot of her bed has m

Like what the scrap of soul had said, her body is currently too weak to even manage a whole spirit. Much less be sensitive about her surroundings and the fluctuations of their emotions. She does not have any place in mind, but for now, she can only make do with the mountains and caves. Anywhere no ordinary human would reach or accidentally pass by and where energy is abundant and clean enough will be good. However, she didn't know that the witches already devised a different and better plan for her. "We have prepared you a place already." Her brows knitted upon hearing the words. "There is no need to thank us. Consider this one of the many great deeds we shall do to repay you." It disappeared after speaking and Amaryah breathed a sigh of relief. She finally felt a lot lighter, but upon digesting what the scrap of soul said, she was baffled. "What the hell are you talking..." She was absently moving before and could only feel the difficulty of maintaining her strength that she di

Amaryah sobbed louder as Lucian beside her did his best to hide his panic. Thinking the girl was now crying and blaming himself for it, Yaron Lucian kneels beside Amaryah and checks her condition. The girl had red eyes, probably from pain and holding back some tears, but of course he didn't realize it was actually from suppressing laughter. She was gripping her shoulder with both of her hands; one hand was bandaged while the other, with sleeves rolling down, revealed more scratches and bruises She also seemed to have internal injuries from the way she was leaning down, body trembling a little. "May I?" Lucian asked, pointing at her hands. "You seem to be in a worse condition than I initially thought. Let me check your pulse." Acting reluctant, Amaryah let go of her shoulder and showed him her hand which Lucian carefully grasped. He held her right wrist, and using his middle and index fingers, he looked and felt for her pulse. Lucian's eyebrows raised a little upon listening to h

"What kind of defense is this. Few meters of walking in the mist and then you get to your destination so easily," Amaryah scoffed, trying to provoke Lucian to both amuse and redeem herself. She knows he must have sensed her weird behavior while walking up the paths. Yaron Lucian did not pay her any mind, and instead walked very quietly all of a sudden. Even the leaves dared not to cause the slightest crackle. His breathing also slowed down. He steadied his aura and chose to walk under the shadows of the leaves and trees. Frowning, Amaryah looked at him intensely to make sure he was still with her. She almost thought she fell into some kind of illusion and that this was all actually a trap. Her overthinking is worsening every minute she is not aware of what her enemies are doing or where they might be. There was also the incident an hour ago when she unknowingly let her guard down and bumped into Lucian. The more she thinks about it, the more she wants to quickly grow and be able