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Inkbound throne

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Nyther a prince for the failing kingdom. Discovered his ability marginal authorship. Which allowed to him to write events that never happened as illusion. Ian the previous king choose Nyther as his successor. Many people were outraged. Since power was everything in this world. Now Nyther had to be careful from not only other kingdoms but also from his own kingdom
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Chapter 1 - Nyther

How the hell did I get into this situation nyther questioned. He was getting crowned as the new king in 4 days.

Why me out of all people, he asked. 

The only prince without a combat Fatecraft or a strong sword technique. He also had to deal with the rising tension of a Civil War. 

"They don't even know my ability," he yelled out loud by accident.

"You okay in there?" It was Vale. Nyther's only friend and the person he trusts.

"Yeah, don't celebrate yet," Nyther replied. 

Nyther was a very cautious person. He never let anyone do things for him, with the sole exception of Vale.

First, she had saved his life more than once.

Second, her Fatecraft.

Divine Grace.

A rare blessing that bent probability so sharply in her favor it bordered on absurdity. Fortune followed her footsteps. Accidents avoided her. Even enemies seemed to hesitate at the wrong moments.

If Fatecraft were a hierarchy, Vale stood frighteningly high upon it.

Walking out of his room, Nyther was wearing a shroud- thin and ashy

"Looks like you already gave up." Vale Teased

"Well, yeah, my Fatecraft has very little combat power, so I am practically dead," Nyther replied in a half-joking manner. 

His mouth twisted into something close to a smile.

"So, unless the kingdom plans to execute itself out of guilt, I'm already dead. I could kill an ant faster than my fatecraft." 

 Vale laughed, but it seemed more forced than anything 

And Nyther's was the kind of power that thrived in silence. 

Nyther heard cloth against the wind. He knew it was some type of assassination. He knew they would miss, so he stayed still. 

Steel cut through the air.

The dagger missed its mark.

Nyther had known it would.

Vale rushed to Nyther's side, hands already searching for wounds. "Are you hurt?"

Nyther smirked. "Slow as always."

There was a commotion coming outside. 

"The guards outside had already caught him," Nyther said.

"Whoever paid for this assassination must be very upset right now," Vale joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Nyther's smile faded.

They still didn't know his ability.

And that ignorance was the only thing keeping him alive.