Summary

A sweeping fantasy adventure of destiny, power, and the delicate balance between creation and destruction. The ley lines that hold the world’s equilibrium are failing, threatening to tear existence apart. At the heart of the chaos lies the Cursor, an ancient relic of untold power, one that does not choose lightly. Mac never sought greatness, yet when the Cursor marks her as its tether, she is thrust into a world of mystical forces, cryptic visions, and enemies who seek to bend reality to their will. With a warrior’s strength, a scholar’s wisdom, and an unlikely band of allies, Mac must race to restore balance before everything collapses. But balance is not easily won. A former ally turns traitor. A shadowed adversary seeks ultimate control. And the power Mac wields threatens to consume her. As the Shogate, the key to both creation and destruction, awakens, the question remains: Is Mac strong enough to guide the Cursor’s power… or will it consume her and the world along with it? A thrilling tale of resilience, sacrifice, and the unbreakable will to forge a better future, no matter the cost.

Genre: Fantasy/Scifi

Author: Novy Rich

Status: Complete

Chapters: 24

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 18+

Prologue

PROLOGUE

The ground trembled beneath Mac’s feet, a slow, steady pulse that resonated through the ruins. Dust swirled in the dim light, disturbed by the rhythmic hum rising from beneath the cracked stone floor. Something ancient stirred beneath her fingertips, something that had not woken in centuries.

The Cursor.

She hadn’t meant to find it. It had called to her, its presence a whisper in her bones long before she’d stepped foot in the ruins. Now, as she knelt before it, she felt the weight of its power pressing against her ribs, a presence both alien and familiar.

A pulse of energy rippled outward, rattling the broken columns around her. Mac gasped, barely managing to steady herself. The others had warned her not to touch it, not to even get close. But the Cursor had already chosen.

A voice, neither hers nor truly foreign, murmured in the depths of her mind.

Balance must be restored. The Source must remain sealed. You have been chosen.

Images crashed into her thoughts, overwhelming and fragmented, a vast network of ley lines unraveling, ancient glyphs glowing with desperate light, a gateway formed of stone and energy pulsing like a heartbeat. And then, shadow. Something watching. Waiting.

Mac staggered back, her breath ragged. The world around her blurred as the energy within the Cursor settled, no longer fighting, merging. The warmth of it wrapped around her chest, as if it had always belonged there.

She wasn’t a warrior. She wasn’t a scholar. But the Cursor had decided otherwise.

And if the visions were true, the world didn’t have much time left.