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Title: Lord of the Ten Rings

Author: [OROMA CALVIN ]


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SYNOPSIS

Ten rings. Ten kingdoms. One destiny.

Centuries ago, the continent of Elarion was ruled by a single empire—until the forging of the Ten Rings. Each ring granted its bearer elemental power and dominion, but at a cost. When the empire shattered, the rings fell into the hands of warlords, tyrants, and gods-in-disguise. Peace was forgotten. The world plunged into chaos.

Now, an orphan named Kaelen Vire—quiet, thoughtful, and hunted—awakens a ring long believed lost: the Ring of Fate. It whispers ancient secrets and shows him glimpses of a broken future. Chosen not by bloodline or prophecy, but by something older, Kaelen is drawn into a desperate journey to reclaim the nine remaining rings.

But power changes all who touch it. Allies become traitors. Enemies offer uneasy truths. And with every ring Kaelen binds to his soul, he moves closer to the throne of godhood—or the abyss of ruin.

The fate of Elarion hangs not in swords, but in choices.
Will Kaelen unite the rings to heal the world… or remake it in his image?


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Verdenthorn was alive—not just with animals and wind, but with the forest itself. Trees bent toward Kaelen as he passed. Vines curled and uncurled in rhythm with his heartbeat. Aeris kept her bow ready.


"It knows I have the Fate Ring," Kaelen said. "Or… it knows something worse."


Deep within the ancient heart of Verdenthorn lay a grove untouched for a thousand years. At its center stood a tree unlike any other—its bark silver-veined, its leaves emerald fire.


Embedded in its trunk: the Nature Ring.


Kaelen reached for it, but the forest hissed. Roots lashed from the soil, forming a wall.


From the shadows emerged a woman clothed in moss and antlers. Her eyes glowed with green fire.


"I am Liora, Guardian of the Wildroot."


Kaelen lowered his hand. "We're not here to steal it."


"All ring-bearers steal," Liora said. "Even from themselves."


Liora raised a hand and vines wrapped around Kaelen, pulling him down into the earth. He fell—not into dirt, but into memory.


He stood in a field, younger, his mother still alive. He heard her laughter. Saw the moment before she died. The choice he could have made.


Then a battlefield. A throne. A ring on every finger.


"Would you trade who you are for who you could be?" a voice asked.


Kaelen clutched his chest. "No. I'd rather choose who I become."


"The forest accepts your truth. You may touch the ring."


Kaelen stepped forward, and as his hand neared the bark, the Nature Ring gently slid from the tree and into his palm.


It pulsed—not in domination, but in harmony.


Kaelen nodded. "And every one heavier than the last."


In a tower beyond the burning dunes, the Herald of Ten stood before a map of the world, nine rings glowing on the page.


He placed the stolen hourglass beside a final ring, black and still.


Chapter 9 - CHAPTER 9:The Roots That Whisper