Andrew Thompson
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When the village chief appeared from his mansion, the entire crowd fell into a subdued silence. While not imposing in figure, an invisible strength emanated from the old man crushing the spirits of everyone around. Almost immediately everyone’s glances fell to the ground. Even the Luor guards trailed a few steps back, trying to distance themselves from their leader. The procession made its way to the side of the mansion, then continued towards the so-called village square. The place was a short distance…-
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Everyone from the village had gathered to witness Dallion’s walk to the chief’s mansion. The atmosphere was noticeably different from last time. Then everyone had accepted the fact that he’d lose his gift and had remained in their homes. Now there was hope he could actually stand up to the Luor family, something that no one had done in decades. Even the other village elders—awakened in their own right, some of which were in good relations with the chief—had appeared to witness the spectacle. The…
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Fighting a creature with no weaknesses turned out less difficult than Dallion expected. Having to deal with a slime that shot “bullets” of water, though, was extremely annoying. The projectiles themselves weren’t nearly destructive as the boy imagined. They didn’t cut through objects, nor did they explode. What they did was smart like a baseball hitting the thigh. One would have thought that a shield would be enough protection. While that was true at first, with each minute the impact pressure…
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Increasing one’s awakening status, as it turned out, had a considerable number of advantages. Apart from the improvements and the new skill Dallion had gained, he found that he could use his powers twice per day. Quite the welcome surprise, since it avoided him to explain what he had done that night. It also allowed him to improve things he wanted in secret. The attack skill turned out to be exactly the way Dallion imagined it would be—instead of green markers, he was presented with a series of red…
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Sneaking back in proved much easier than sneaking out. The first thing that Dallion did was curse himself for closing the door in such a way so that the bar would bolt it from the inside. The second was to knock directly on it and wait for someone to open. Dallion’s parents turned out to be sound sleepers, so it came to his younger brother to do the honors. The naivete with which the boy opened the door without even asking who was knocking, was borderline surreal. Back in his previous world, the first…
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Two rectangles floated in front of Dallion. One had had a realistic picture of a short sword, the same the boy had seen upon waking up in this world. The other had a blacksmith’s anvil. From what Dallion’s grandfather had said, crafting skills were quite rare and among the most valued; getting one would set up a person for life. They opened the path to apprenticeship in any of the Service Guilds that inevitably lead to any of the big cities. The chances of getting crafting skills were one in a dozen,…
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The sand dragon entered the sand with a splash, though not before Dallion could see its status rectangle. Seventy-nine percent of health remained—not bad for a single attack, although after all the damage bonuses he had hoped for more. Without a doubt this opponent was beyond anything he had faced before. “Careful.” Gloria landed a few steps away. “It’s bound to come for another run.” “Right.” He gathered as much. “How did you do so much damage?” “My attack skills are at…
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“Darude!” Dallion shouted as he rushed forward, pushing Gloria to the side. He had already seen the giant green cone covering them both as well as the footprints telling him how to evade it. This time he had also seen a series of orange footprints. Diverging from the others, the orange markers went to Gloria, suggesting that would protect her as well. Either that, or meant that the path was more dangerous. Either way, Dallion decided to act. The days of training had allowed him to execute the guard…
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Unlike the awakened rooms in the past this one was open. In fact, it wasn’t so much a room than an open space surrounded by six columns. Bluish-white sky continued to the horizon above a ground of grey rock. There was no sun that could be seen, although Dallion could swear he almost saw the outlines of several moons in the whiteness above. “I was like that the first time I came here as well,” Gloria said a few steps away. “I spent hours looking at the sky.” “Err… how are you here?” This…
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Sneaking out of home, as Dallion found out, was the most difficult challenge he had faced so far. Finding himself in a strange new world with weird magic abilities, one would have expected fending off monsters or exploring dungeons to be the most challenging. Trying to sneak out unnoticed of a two-room house with a squeaky floor, proved to be an even greater feat. Back in his previous life, this wouldn’t have been an issue. With his parents working late most of the time, Dallion could walk out of the…
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