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Ashes of the Aeon War

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When the world burns, will truth rise from its ashes—or be buried forever? In a world fractured by centuries of war, the ancient power of Solvara flows through the chosen, granting abilities born from memory and emotion. At the elite Aevirel Academy, young warriors known as Veymancers train to wield this energy and defend the crumbling realm of Velaris. But beneath the stone towers and noble oaths lies a truth the world was never meant to uncover. Kael Vireth is no ordinary student. Quiet, calculating, and shrouded in secrets, he’s not here to rise as a hero—but to dismantle the very system that raised him. With a mind sharpened by loss and visions of a future veiled in fire, Kael manipulates allies, enemies, and fate itself, orchestrating a plan even he may not survive. As hidden factions move—heroes with buried sins, villains chasing peace through ruin, and gods who whisper through blood—the line between justice and sacrifice begins to blur. And Kael must decide: is the world worth saving, or does it need to be reborn in flame? For fans of: dark masterminds, emotional rivalries, layered world-building, and stories where nothing is as it seems.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Embers Beneath the Stone

Kael Vireth stood still as the mountain wind cut across the Academy courtyard.

Around him, new Veymancer initiates excitedly chattered, their uniforms crisp, their eyes burning with dreams. But Kael's gray cloak rippled with a heavier purpose—a quiet vow etched into every step.

The instructor's voice thundered across the granite steps of Aevirel Academy, birthplace of Solvara wielders.

 "You are the chosen few—the ones who command the Eclipture, the energy of will and memory. Protect it. Do not abuse it."

Kael didn't clap with the others. He watched.

Two boys were already fighting—one conjured a blade of crimson light, the other a stone gauntlet. They hadn't even started lessons. Kael memorized their movements, how they overextended, their gaps.

 "Fools burn fast," he whispered.

From the arch above descended Naia Fen, quiet, silver-eyed, and unassuming. She stumbled as she walked past Kael. He caught her arm gently.

 "Careful," he said, giving her a faint nod. She blushed.

"Th-thanks… I'm Naia."

"Kael," he replied, already looking past her.

Nearby, Aerin Solari was rallying a crowd with sheer presence. His Solvara flickered like white flame as he sparred five students at once—winning. He had power, charisma, fire.

Kael's eyes narrowed.

 "You'll be important. Let them follow you."

But what none of them knew was this:

Kael had already been here before.

Not in body—but in memory.

He had spent the last three years mapping the Academy's archives in secret, learning the patterns of every instructor, the psychological profiles of every potential recruit. Every class, every dorm, every secret passage.

And every key weakness in the Academy's defense.

Kael wasn't here to learn.

He was here to begin.

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As the sun set behind the crimson-topped towers of Aevirel, Kael stood alone on the edge of the training cliff. He opened a sealed scroll—one no first-year should even know existed.

It bore the mark of the Silent Creed.

He didn't flinch.

He smiled.

 "To bloom in fire…" he whispered, as wind howled louder,

"…one must first burn alone."