Andrew Thompson
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“You lose.” Dallion kicked the chief’s sword out of his hand. Instantly the weapon vanished from the floor and reappeared on the attack skill-wall. This could hardly be called a fair fight—Dallion had resorted to many things to gain the upper hand, but finally it had paid off. The terror of Dherma village, the person who had sealed the awakened skills of his mother, the tyrant that had echoed every person in the village had finally lost. At this point, even a sharp kick was enough to reduce his…-
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Dallion briskly turned around, shooting a bolt at the source of the voice. The bolt bounced off a massive iron breastplate and flew on to a different part of the room, where it pierced the wall like a pin. The person wasn’t like anything Dallion had expected. For one thing, he wasn’t even certain one could call him a person. Rather, a full set of armor was standing there, looking at Dallion with its hollow helmet. “Those are not to be used,” a hollow voice came from the inside of the armor.…
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Surprise appeared both on Dallion's and the chief’s face. Neither expected the attack to work. If anything, the village chief was surprised more. Freezing up, he glanced down at his foot, refusing to believe that he’d been wounded. The bolt was there, sticking from his foot, even if there was no blood. The confusion lasted for several seconds. During that time, Dallion took his chance to act. Up to now his plan had been to reach the lake and make use of the well guardian. If this realm was a…
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Fighting was never supposed to be fun. The awakening state had made it feel too much like a game. There was next to no pain, fatigue was slow, and wounds were reduced to a floating notification rectangle. And still the more rectangles piled up, the more scared Dallion became. He always knew that the chief wasn’t only for show—being able to keep every other awakened in check took some doing, however, even he didn’t think things would be this bad. The village chief’s skills were a match for…
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“My grandfather?” Dallion hesitated. Most of the things that Dallion had learned about awakening were from his grandfather. Could it be, though, that certain details were omitted? “He was the one who first obtained control of this area,” the village chief said. “I guess he’s not as reliable as you thought.” “Yeah, things like echoes tend to get in the way.” At the moment Dallion’s concern was how to continue the fight, rather than any information his grandfather might have kept from…
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The guardian was definitely not what Dallion had expected. It was an interesting coincidence that he also was a golem, similar to the guardian of the well. The similarities, however, ended there. This guardian was far larger and, by the looks of it, less sophisticated than the stone golem, not to mention remarkably quiet. While the village chief had done all the talking, the golem had remained surprisingly silent, as if waiting to be given orders. “It’s hardly a fair fight,” Dallion took a step…
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An awakening area? Dallion stepped back. The chief was still standing in front of him, eyes glaring with hatred. The village itself, though, had changed. The crumbling structures had not only miraculously repaired themselves, but had grown to the size of towers, drifting apart from one another. He suspected that there might be an awakened area that encompassed the entire village, but he didn’t expect it to be like this. In many aspects the realm resembled the world. If Dallion didn’t know better,…
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There was something different in the air when Dallion woke up. A few short weeks ago he would dread this day, desperately trying to move beyond level three. Now, Dallion was looking forward to it—the day that everything would finally be settled. The house was eerily empty, which was odd even if it was an hour after Dallion’s normal waking time. Nonetheless, he went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Looking among the pots he found one with freshly steamed potatoes, as well as a small bowl of fresh…
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The shrine altar remained dim after the test. Dallion made several attempts to get back inside, to no avail. At one point he even tried to mend the shrine, hoping to trick it into letting him in, but was still unsuccessful. As far as the awakening shrine was concerned, he had become a persona non grata. While some more explanations would have been nice, the experience had made Dallion reach certain conclusions. For one thing, the shrines were only the first steps to awakening. They provided a little help,…
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The prospect of being an echo of himself terrified Dallion. As much as he was certain that he was the real him, there was just enough doubt for him to reconsider. If he was the original, nothing stopped him from leaving the awakening shrine. The echo would remain here, or alternatively vanish, and he would get back to challenging the village chief. However, if he turned out to be the echo, then attempting to leave would make him disappear. “Yeah, it’s a tough one.” The other Dallion nodded.…
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