Andrew Thompson
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Slowly, the party climbed up the side of the mountain, heading towards the third temple. Animal life was abundant despite the decreasing amount of vegetation. It was no mystery that the entire area was under the guardian’s protection, and had been for a long time. There were no remains visible, not even a paved road. It was almost as if the guardian had turned his part of the world into a nature reserve. There were several mountain paths leading up, but March had ordered they be ignored. Instead, the…-
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Exploring the temple was a good way to get Dallion’s mind off things. Sadly, the success was only partial. Each unexpected element that was found in the tunnels and isolated chambers only reminded him that maybe this was the last time he’d see them. The only hope was—as Nil had theorized—that Dallion might be invited for the final run in a few months’ time. The thought only further fueled his regret. “What’s wrong?” Eury asked. “Just a bit tired. The plains and then the fight… it took…
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The second guardian was always more difficult than the first. According to Nil, this had to do with the realm’s destiny. Apparently, the closer a guardian was to that, the more skills the guardian had, and in the case of banished races—the more of their abilities they were allowed to use. Dallion still struggled with the overall logic, but even if it weren’t for the skills, he could see why the later guardians were always stronger: they had a much better idea of the invaders’ capabilities and…
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Back on Earth, waking up was considered a mixed bag. Some people enjoyed it, others dreaded it. To the awakened, waking up was more a blessing than not, allowing them to start their long day of realm battlers and item repair. For those from both worlds, waking up was complicated, especially when there were two awakenings in immediate succession. Opening his eyes, Dallion was no longer in the university library. The cool fresh air told him that he was in the open, the glowing green moon above indicated…
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“What is it, Dal?” March asked. The way she did so made him think of a principal who knew he was expecting bad news. The peculiar thing was that according to Dallion’s music skill the captain was calm as could be. “It’s about the plains of despair,” Dallion said. “There’s a way we can get through them without being affected.” “The plains of despair?” March asked. While the name was ideal for a fantasy world, it had never been used. As far as she, or everyone, else was concerned,…
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The minotaur was released by morning. Dallion didn’t learn any details on the matter. March had simply told the group to get a bit more rest, then everyone packed up and continued on. There had also been a silent disagreement between the two captains. For most people, the event was invisible, but music skills had their advantages, making almost identical discontent resonate in both. Whatever the argument had been about, it was safe to say that March and Agnii had opposite opinions. Another thing for…
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No magic or scientific explanation existed for the innate abilities of the races. They weren’t magic, nor otherwise associated with the Moons, they weren’t something that had been developed after generations of research, they were something that just was. Seeing the statue’s texture change slowly reverting to living tissue gave a deep sensation of mystique. During the process Dallion had gone through a huge discussion with Nil about the benefits certain races had, coming to the conclusion that…
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After a long rest and another night of walking, Dallion saw firsthand the importance of stocking up on food early on. The supplies that seemed endless while being carried had already halved and the lack of critters in the steps meant there was no chance of getting more. There was no sign of Eury at present, but it seemed that things were going well enough for March to ease up with the discipline a bit. Small talk became more frequent. Topics were mostly related to things in the real world, but now and…
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The eighth Moon. This wasn’t the first time Dallion had heard about it, but definitely the first and only time he had seen it carved or drawn anywhere. According to Nil, there were still arguments if the Moon even existed. Some academics insisted that it was a metaphor, others said that it was a representation of the Star, others still speculated that it was one of many Moons that remained hidden, watching over the world. The dryad refused to say anything about the Moon, of course, as did Harp. As for…
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Another rectangle appeared above the guardian. This was the seventh one so far and, by all accounts, it looked like March was winning. The rest of the party had finished mopping up the remaining minions and were now standing by ready to provide support to the captain if needed. Dallion, of course, was still busy redirecting Lux from person to person to restore their health. Fortunately, there had been no deaths and with the exception of five cases, none of the party members had lost more than half their…
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