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i wish i was a witch, i could make u come back

i'm not alex g, and ur not sarah

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0v3r pt2

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I ROT ft.cloest

In a forgotten age, when the skies still spoke in tongues of flame and gods walked among men, there existed a hidden realm among the clouds called Caelumbria, where the wind sang sacred hymns and reality was woven with the invisible threads of Aether, the quintessence.

Many believed Aether was but legend, an invention of mad alchemists and dreaming scribes. But not Kroddin, paladin of the Order of the Radiant Sun, born beneath an eclipse and marked by prophecy. Unlike his brethren, Kroddin bore no shield; instead, he wielded two blades of celestial steel, forged from fallen stars, capable of channeling Aether itself. One stood for will, the other for sacrifice.

The paladin lived in constant watch of the heavens, haunted since boyhood by a vision: a maiden with silver eyes trapped within a castle suspended above a sea of clouds, guarded by formless shadows. That maiden was Isolde, daughter of the last high priestess of Aether, taken by a being known as The Veil—a creature born of imbalance between the elements.

One night, the winds shifted and the moon turned crimson. It was the sign. The castle revealed itself, floating high above the world, shrouded in a tempest of lightning and light. Without hesitation, Kroddin began his journey, guided only by the pulse of Aether beating like a war-drum within his chest.

He crossed swamps where trees spoke in the voices of old men and slew a fireless dragon guarding a bridge of obsidian. In every trial, the Aether within his blades thrummed with growing force, as if it recognized the destiny unfolding.

At last, he reached the Gate of the Heavens, a rift in the firmament sealed by ancient rites. There, Kroddin was tested by the spirits of the four elements: earth, water, air, and fire. Only by overcoming them and keeping his soul whole did he earn passage to the fifth: Aether. It cloaked him in luminous, ethereal armor and awakened a dormant force within him. No longer merely a paladin, Kroddin had become a Wielder of Aether.

Atop the castle, he found Isolde, trapped in enchanted slumber, surrounded by the shadow of The Veil. The battle that followed was so fierce it tore the sky asunder. But Kroddin triumphed not by might alone, but by letting Aether flow through him like prayer. The shadow was cast away, and the maiden awoke with tears that healed all wounds.

The castle began to crumble, but Aether wove wings of light for them both. Together they descended from the heavens, and with their bond, balance was restored. Isolde returned as a spiritual guide, and though kings offered him thrones, Kroddin claimed none. He chose instead to wander the land, teaching the ways of true magic and guarding the sacred.

And so, in the songs of bards and the pages of secret tomes, the legend lives on: Kroddin, the Paladin of Aether, the man who defied the heavens—and touched them.

NO ES NORMAL

Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me 

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