Choosen Novelas e Histórias

Chosen. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Grayson said quietly. The Queen leaned over and took her younger son’s hand. “You will like Lady Abigail. You are the same age, and I hear she’s a very kind and pretty child.” “I don’t care if she is part troll,” the King replied. “You will marry who I tell you to marry. You as well, Dupont. Marcus and Sarah haven’t been on their thrones very long either, and an alliance between our countries will strengthen us both.” He smiled a smile that made Grayson uncomfortable. “They sent their champion to put me on the throne. They need to acknowledge their choice.”

The choice had already been made for me. ⸻

Together. '

He informed Alex. "Gods never abandon their followers or their chosen ones; they always stand by the special ones. Hence, the reason why Ogundele, the son of Ladele, the son of Awero (his mother's name), is sitting in the middle of this shrine, at midnight is to get fortified. I plead with all the gods present in this shrine to accept him as the chosen one that he was destined to be. I seek your protection over him as he embarks on the war he is destined to fight. May he conquer all the forces he encounters in the course of the war. May he end up as the triumph." He chanted, as he gave Alex the cut.

One or the other. I chose all wrong.

he insisted, and then turned to me "It's up to Khez to decide" they looked at me seriously as they waited for my answer. I looked carefully first in case someone would break down and give a sign "Let's go" I said and chose the left direction. They did the same they followed my choice. I was in the lead and they were behind me Is this really right? As my breath went in the direction I had chosen life got here it was not just a simple choice if not a serious choice of life decision.

The choice of it. Public. Intentional. Real.

No matter what we choose. ---

His eyes lit up briefly before he stubbornly barked, "Who told you to snoop through my things? "Don't think this means I'll acknowledge you." He returned to his room and never came back out. That very night, however, he placed the bow in the most prominent spot in his bedroom. Standing outside his door, I couldn't help but smile to myself. Oscar immediately slammed the door shut. "What are you looking at? We're going to be late." Chuckling softly, I followed after him. It was our first day at the academy. I had originally planned to take public transportation. Before I had gone more than a few steps, Oscar's car stopped beside me.