The Morningstar Chronicles: Part I
Rise of the Morningstar

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Chapter One: The Dark King   |  Chapter Seventeen: The Silence  |  Chapter Forty-Five: Fragile Alliances
 

Prologue

(Morningstar:) Sometimes we aren’t sure what our purpose is — what we’re here to do. We go through most of our lives not knowing what we want, nor believing we can get it, until one day we wake up no longer leading our lives, but being led by them. By others. Like self-made, masochistic marionettes, we drive razor-sharp hooks deep into our emotions, our fears, our insecurities, and then hand over the strings to anyone who fits the profile of a crazed bull in a china shop. I used to be like that. The strings had been in the hands of others for so long that I forgot that keeping them in there was a choice — that at any time, I was able to pull the damn things out if I wanted to taste the freedom from the darkness my eroding soul craved. But those first steps are always the hardest to take, and the darkness is not so easily escaped when there’s no light to show you the way...

At first, the path to freedom was as invisible as the wind to me; I couldn’t see it, but I knew one was there. Some people seek advice in their time of need, but trust was not a luxury to me. Maybe it was my pride, or confidence, or the shattered fragments of a past too trusting. Either way, it doesn’t matter, because I know life is what you make it and legacy is how you leave it. Stop trying to be perfect, stop waiting for perfection to find you, and start making your environment a product of you instead of the other way around.

If you want to break out of your cycle of disappointment, listen closely; wait too long, and the only disappointment will be you. There are two kinds of people in this world: the puppets and the puppeteers. Puppets complain about what needs to change, but puppeteers refuse to accept what needs to change until it has. You’re smarter than you think with more potential than you know. Realize this, and your rebirth will rival that of a phoenix rising from the ashes. Only then will you know as I know that true captivity lies not in the hands of those above you, nor around you, but within you. This is my story. Learn from it. Wrestle with it. Use it to break the chains that you’ve come to know all-too-well, and soon the world — and everything in it — will be yours.
 

Chapter One: The Dark King   |  Chapter Seventeen: The Silence  |  Chapter Forty-Five: Fragile Alliances

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