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THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
The Growing Shadow
Three years had passed since the child, Alpha Jeun, was born. Altvall Island still wore its chains.
The skies above seemed to hang heavier each day, and the forests whispered fear through the rustling leaves.
Although a child had been born who could one day challenge the darkness, the light had not yet returned.
Inside the cold, grey stone walls of Surganah’s stronghold, Jeun was growing.
Audrey, now named Queen Audrey by force rather than choice, spent each day nurturing him, shielding him from the shadows that surrounded them.
Despite the horrors that birthed him, Jeun was a miracle. At only three years old, he spoke in full sentences, asked deep questions, and often surprised even the older Alphas with the sharpness of his mind.
His eyes shimmered with a light that could not be dimmed—eyes that Audrey feared Surganah might one day try to extinguish.
Jeun clung to Audrey like breath clings to lungs. Their bond was unbreakable.
Every morning, she would sing softly to him while brushing his hair, whispering old songs from the days before Surganah’s reign. It was the only piece of freedom she had left.
Every night, Jeun would lay in her arms, asking questions about his father—but Audrey never had answers.
She had buried Gaige in her heart and locked away the truth, for even she did not know who Jeun truly belonged to.
Surganah, now obsessed with molding the child, tried endlessly to draw him near. He’d bring carved wooden swords, enchanted books, and gifts no one else on the Island could even imagine.
But Jeun barely looked at them. When Surganah spoke, Jeun listened but never smiled. When he laughed, Jeun frowned. Still, Surganah remained patient—calculated.
“I will begin your training when you are seven,” he often told the boy. “You will be the greatest warrior this Island has ever seen. Greater than me. Greater than Alpha Gaige.”
Jeun would nod politely, but in his young heart, he felt a pull away from the darkness. He was aware, in some deep instinctive way, that Surganah was not the light he needed to follow.
There was something else. Something pure. Something he hadn’t found yet, but felt growing inside him like a quiet flame.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
In the villages across Altvall, the suffering had deepened. With Jeun’s birth, Surganah had grown more arrogant, more ruthless.
He believed the Island was his forever now—that no one could stop what he had built.
The people who once dared whisper about freedom now wept in silence. Hope had dried up like the riverbeds choked by his cruelty.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
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