prophecy

Through the dense, tropical jungle, a dollop of civilization called Macondo emerged. Conceived within the seasoned mind of José Arcadio Buendía, he wished to establish a utopia far from the miseries of the known world.

In the vast landscapes of Alagaesia, under the scorching sun of the Hadarac Desert, a young Rider and his dragon continued their relentless journey. Eragon and Saphira, bound by an indescribable bond, were amidst a journey that would alter the fate of their world.

In the bustling city of Pompeii, the chatter of the market, the laughter of children playing, and the clatter of chariots were regular sounds. Among the city's denizens was a young artist named Fortunatus, was gifted with a vision beyond the ordinary. His art was his world, and the world was his canvas.

Standing there, shivering in the chilly wind, Will Stanton needed no one to tell him that danger was near. He was now the last of the Old Ones, protectors of the Light against the rising Dark. He had always known it would come to this. The prophecy in Susan Cooper's 'The Dark Is Rising' had promised so much more. 'When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn them back,' it had said. But now, it was only him.

Long ago, when the sun still parted the azure heavens of Morocco, a young boy named Agba and a horse named Sham lived in the grand sultan's stables. Their bond was unlike any other; they communicated without uttering a single word, reading each other's souls through their gaze.

Will Stanton, now fourteen, awoke in his Welsh uncle's home, feeling an uncanny chill slithering in the air. Uncle David had taken him in after a strange bout of illness left Will with little memory of his past actions. He remembered the Old Ones, and he remembered the battle for the Light, but the specifics were as blurred as the distant haze over the Welsh mountains.