Sir David The Killer Bee Beats

The mid-century archives of Kandrakar rarely recorded the quiet hostilities that reshaped the multiverse, but the ink of Zibmala’s secret histories runs deep. When King Xayden, father to the three royal heirs—Will Vandom, Prince Phobos, and Queen Elyion—first cast his gaze toward the Oracle, his intent was purely protective. Yet, prying into Kandrakar’s hidden mechanisms sparked a silent, bloody friction with Zibmala, drawing both realms into decades of shadow warfare. In the wake of those forgotten conflicts, Phobos carried a brutal truth: All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes to make it possible. Phobos was a dreamer of the day. When the Mage Council selected Phobos as a Guardian of Meridian, the decision was not made out of blind faith, but out of desperate necessity. It was the only way to ...

The twin suns of Oban beat down, baking the crimson sands. Will Vandom wiped a layer of red dust from her brow, her hand resting near the pulsing Heart of Kandrakar. Traversing a barren alien planet on a cosmic rescue mission was hard enough, but doing it with her brother and sister made the tension unbearable. "I'm telling you, we should have turned west at the salt flats," Will said, casting a sharp look at her older brother. Prince Phobos scoffed, adjusting his scavenged desert gear to keep the glare out of his cold, analytical eyes. "And I am telling you, sister, your instincts are governed by impatience, not geography. If we had gone west, we’d be trapped in a chasm." "Stop it, both of you," Queen Elyon interjected, her voice carrying the quiet authority of Meridian's throne, even wrapped in dusty desert robes. She studied a faint hologram projected from a cracked piece of crystalline Precursor tech. "We’ve been separated since Cedric ban...

So, now we’ve taken two journeys: one to stop the darkness from spreading, and the other to put the three mystic hearts back where they belong. To tell the truth, neither one was easy, but I was sure honored to be the one to write it all down. My quill scratched across the heavy parchment, catching the warm candlelight of our temporary camp. Beside the fire, Prince Phobos leaned against his greatsword, his brow furrowed in fierce determination rather than tyranny. He was acting ruler of Meridian now—a heavy crown thrust upon him ever since Xehanort tore through the veil and kidnapped his sister, Queen Elyon. Xehanort sought the power of the light inside her, but he made a fatal miscalculation. He left Phobos alive, and a royal brother’s wrath is a dangerous thing. We knew our ultimate goal: only an heir to the Meridian throne can take the seal from Nerissa because of the Heart of Kandrakar. With Elyon captive in the dark, Phobos was our only hope to reclaim the seal and break Xehanort’...

The magical Veil separating the realms was fracturing, its ancient touchstones crumbling under the dark power wielded by Narissa. Deep within the heart of Meridian, Will Vandom stood beside the rebel leader Caleb, staring at the shattered courtyard. "That's it, we can't take the Heart of Meridian back from Narissa," Will said, her voice strained as she looked at her fellow Guardians of the Veil. "She tricked Elyion into giving it to her. Because of the ancient blood magic woven into our lineage, only a true heir to the throne can reclaim the Seal. Phobos, Elyion, and I share the same bloodline, but with Phobos cast down and Elyion manipulated, I'm the only one left who can break her hold." "She's using your sister to shatter the touchstones," Caleb gritted his teeth, watching the sky split open. "If those go, the Veil falls completely. Long ago, before recorded history, humans and magical creatures lived in coexistence. If the barrier ...

The fog in my mind didn't just clear; it shattered. One second I was adrift in an empty void, a nobody with a blank slate for a brain, and the next, the names, the horrors, and the war came rushing back in a tidal wave. I knew where I was. I knew who I was. And worst of all, I knew what we had just lost. "I can't believe that snake creature Cedric swallowed our brother Prince Phobos whole..." Will Vandom’s voice trembled, raw with shock. She turned toward her sister, Queen Elyon, her hands shaking. "Cedric now has the power of all three mystic hearts, and the Seal of Phobos can't hold out much longer." Caleb ducked behind a slab of shattered crystalline rock, his jaw set tight as the sky above Meridian churned a deep, fiery violet. Whatever is happening can't be good, he thought, gripping his sword until his knuckles turned white. The Witch and  Phobos sisters need my help. Cedric's power may dwarf theirs now, but there still has to be a chance. ...

Will Vandom bolted upright, clutching the Heart of Kandrakar so hard her knuckles turned white. Her breathing came in jagged gasps, the lingering echoes of Narissa’s cruel, grating cackle still bouncing around the inside of her skull. Beside the dying embers of the campfire, the forest was suffocatingly quiet. "No... I said I'd never battle again," she whispered to the darkness, her voice trembling. She glanced across the campsite. Queen Elyion lay fast asleep beneath a heavy traveling cloak, her pale face serene despite the ruin of her kingdom. Next to her, Prince Phobos stirred subtly in his slumber, a faint, sinister sneer still tugging at his lips even in defeat. The nightmare had felt too real—Narissa taunting her about an impostor named Ansem, a missing Nobody leading some twisted order of knights, and the dark fate that had swallowed her father, King Xayden, sending him to the Doom Dimension alongside Dan and Runo. "Will?" She flinched, turning toward the...