The Outerworlds Series: The Inescapable Destiny
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The story or novel is about a universe about two thousand years after. Its year 4125, where worlds has been occupied by humans and non humans and the technology is advance. The world Artanis(one of the coreworlds, lightyears away from Terran Earth), ruled by the benevolent house, the house Frendis, by Duke Arturus Frendis. The protagonist is the son of the Duke, Vernus Frendis, a young 19 year old man with androgynous features. The house Frendis was elected to be the next emperor of the coreworlds. But things went dark for the house Frendis when Arturus was assassinated and Artanis was invaded by House Laurien. Vernus escaped the wrath of the Lauriens with the help of Frendis most loyal agent, Marius.
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The push mower's dull rattle droned in Kent’s ears, blades whirring through the grass. His body strained beneath the midday sun, and through damp lashes, he caught the blur of a cherry-red convertible roaring down the road—top down, laughter trailing like exhaust.
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Note: This is a commissioned work that has not been personally written by me. I have been granted permission to distribute and share the story by the original author.
The push mower's dull rattle droned in Kent’s ears, blades whirring through the grass. His body strained beneath the midday sun, and through damp lashes, he caught the blur of a cherry-red convertible roaring down the road—top down, laughter trailing like exhaust.
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