Categories: FANTASY

God´s Eyes

God´s Eyes by HideousGrain is a fantasy novel, Losing his parent early on, he had to survive in a world he couldn’t even see… Blind and left alone, he was seen as a parasite by the social hierarchy of the new ages filled with martial arts and soulbonds. Forced to mature early his train of thought was different from his peers as he didn´t mind derogatory reviews about him. The day he awoke his soul was the day he cried in desperation while God played tricks with him as his soul-awakening was a blessing in disguise. Nobody would have ever imagined that he was neither blind nor a parasite until the final moment, he opened his golden eyes that flickered brightly, eagerly waiting to devour everyone daring to obstruct his path towards the summit. Read God´s Eyes Blurb Below.

God´s Eyes Blurb

The world was a symphony of whispers for young Elias. Born blind in a society obsessed with martial prowess and the mystical power of Soulbonds, he existed on the fringes. He navigated through life not by sight, but by the rustle of leaves in the wind, the murmur of conversations, the rhythmic clang of blacksmiths’ hammers. His world was a tapestry woven from sound and touch, a vibrant reality unseen by his eyes.

Life for a blind boy in this age was a relentless struggle. Orphaned at a young age, Elias faced the harsh judgment of a society that valued strength and outward displays of power. He was labeled a burden, a “parasite” by those who equated sight with worth. Yet, Elias persevered. He honed his senses to an extraordinary degree, his mind a map of the world around him, each sound a brushstroke painting a vivid picture in his imagination.

Martial arts, the cornerstone of this society, were a closed book to him. Soulbonds, the mystical connection warriors forged with powerful creatures, were whispered about in hushed tones, a realm forever out of his reach. Elias, however, refused to be limited by his circumstances. He devoured every scrap of information he could glean, his mind a sponge soaking up details of fighting styles and the various Soulbond creatures. He trained his body in the quiet corners of the city, his movements a silent dance of precision fueled by years of navigating a sightless world.

Then came the day of the Awakening – the day every child reached a certain age and attempted to forge their Soulbond. Elias stood with a ragged group of hopefuls, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He closed his eyes, not in supplication, but to focus his inner world, channeling his will to connect with a kindred spirit.

The ritual, however, went awry. A blinding light erupted, a searing pain ripping through him. When he finally opened his eyes, the world was a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, an assault on his senses that had always known only darkness. But the true revelation wasn’t sight; it was the absence of the familiar presence he’d expected, the tell-tale tug of a Soulbond forming. He had failed.

Despair threatened to consume him. Years of yearning, of dreaming of a connection that would bridge the gap between him and the sighted world, had come to a crashing halt. Tears streamed down his face, hot against his newly acquired sight, blurring the world into a watery mess. It was then, in that moment of raw vulnerability, that a booming voice echoed in his head, a voice that reeked of amusement and a hint of cruelty.

“Congratulations, little one,” it boomed, the sound resonating within his very soul. “You’ve failed spectacularly. But fear not, for I have a different path for you.”

Elias recoiled, a surge of anger replacing the despair. “Who are you?” he roared, his voice raw with emotion.

“A being far beyond your comprehension,” the voice chuckled. “Consider me… fate’s little prankster. You see, your Soulbond wasn’t meant to be. You were destined for something far greater.”

The voice went on to explain, its words painting a picture of a hidden power, a dormant potential within Elias that the failed Awakening had unlocked. It spoke of “God’s Eyes,” a legendary ability that granted the wielder a unique perception, a manipulation of reality itself. Elias listened, skepticism warring with a flicker of nascent hope.

This was not the blessing he had craved, but it was a chance, a path to power in a world that had ostracized him. He spent the next few days in a whirlwind of revelations, the voice guiding him in unlocking his newfound abilities. His newly acquired sight became an extension of his honed senses, allowing him to perceive the world in ways his blind peers never could. He saw the flow of energy, the subtle cracks in reality, the very essence of life itself.

The final test arrived sooner than expected. A group of bullies, emboldened by the news of his failed Awakening, cornered him in a deserted alley. Elias, his golden eyes blazing with a power they couldn’t comprehend, faced them. He didn’t need a Soulbond; he was the weapon. The world warped around him as he unleashed his newfound abilities, a silent storm that left his attackers cowering in fear.