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Fusion, The balance Keeper awakens

Fusion is a science-fantasy saga set on a living world shaped by three suns—Solara, Virel, and Nexon—whose energies govern will, identity, and transformation. At its center is Allium Bell, a being created to maintain balance between these forces. Designed as a function rather than a person, Allium begins the story detached, precise, and unsure what it means to choose. As disturbances spread across settlements—emotional flattening, identity erosion, and subtle behavioral harmony—Allium and a small group of allies investigate what initially appears to be environmental instability. What they uncover is not a single enemy, but a growing manipulation of identity itself. As ancient entities exploit the world’s systems and the power of the tri-suns, the cost of balance becomes increasingly personal. Rose, a seraphim seeking warmth and self-definition; Cassidy Firewell, a human forger shaped by loss and humor; Weaver, a creator haunted by the limits of design; and others are drawn into conflicts where force alone cannot solve what is breaking. Fusion is a slow-burn narrative that prioritizes atmosphere, character psychology, and consequence over spectacle. Threats emerge gradually—through silence, behavior, and implication—before violence ever arrives. Power is never free, growth is never clean, and victories carry lasting cost. The series explores themes of identity vs. function, choice vs. design, and the danger of systems that value balance without humanity, building toward escalating conflicts that reshape both the world and those sworn to protect it.
Isaiah_Pohlman · 3.1k Views

Echoes of Fenra - Old Work and Teasers

This is going to be ongoing teasers and posts about old lore/written sections of a book I started a long time ago and got burnt out on. This does not necessarily reflect the final product should I ever return to writing it, but rather will serve as a place for me to share some of my work that was made purely for entertainment when I was first learning how to write longer form stories. The story revolves around a wolf named Kaelen and his tribe, the Bloodhowls, known among themselves as Echoes of Fenra, for they descended from the Great Wolf Mother, Fenra, herself. They are a people that often find themselves at war because of their rituals. When the full moon rises and Fenra’s eye opens to watch over the lands, her children must shed blood to appease her and receive her blessings. Kaelen, as the young Fangfather of the tribe, must lead every such hunt, for it is his duty to guide his people and follow Fenra’s commands as they are passed to him by the shamans. However, in the midst of the Bloodhowls’ brutal lifestyles, Kaelen believes the tribe is beginning to stray from Fenra. If his people wish to survive, they’ll have to reconnect to the Her, but only a handful are able to speak to her and interpret her, and they don’t always see eye to eye. Kaelen’s most trusted guide, a young shaman named Saelira, predicts that he has less than a year before Fenra’s eye closes forever, but how can a leader make the time to go on a journey to search his soul when his people are hungry, hunts have to be led, and other tribes are a constant threat.
Solren · 1.6k Views

The Defiant Prince: The Second Dance

"That story of the Ice Dragon," Daeron said, "Those were the first words my brother had said to me in months, and it wasn't because of any row or absence from the Red Keep. It was simply because he hadn't cared to." His stance was rigid below the indifferent stars that shone above them. "I wanted a brother, but he didn't want me, and now I'm going to take everything he has." The night air tingled against the back of his neck. He did not waste words or his breath on a past that cannot be changed. "Everything, Your Grace?" "Yes," The word was as cold and sharp as a blade. "Do you believe it is considered kinslaying to wage war against your brother?" He asked mildly, "To raise your sword against him even if it's to parry a deathblow from your own kin." He never waited for Barristan to answer his question. "Whether we die by each other's hands or not, it does not matter. We have condemned one another. Not just our own lives, but those of our line." That was when Daeron turned abruptly, shifting his attention solely on Barristan. "A kinslayer is one who is cursed forever, but my family's history is written in the blood of our own kin." His eyes narrowed in thought. "But still we reign over all of Westeros," the rubies in his crown glowed like lit embers above his head. "And you still serve me, follow me." You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!
MythosMixer · 55.4k Views