Daniel Garcia
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“…What’re you doing, Emilio?” Celly’s words came out lightly and tiredly as her emerald eyes were only half-open, but he immediately withdrew his hand with cheeks completely flushed. “Err, n-nothing!” He said. “…I see…” Celly yawned. He let out a sigh of relief from not being caught on the subconscious act of “copping a feel.” After such a dangerous encounter, he could still feel the amber liquid meddling with his senses. So knowing it was rather risky to be around, he chose…
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Though he acted in the moment rather than the long term, that came to bite him as the alcohol gripped at his mind–swirling his natural self and letting loose any filter he once had. With red cheeks, hot and flushed, he was fully drunk now. It was a new experience for him, that’s for sure. Attempting to simply walk around felt as if the world below his feet was spinning around like a merry-go-round being tugged by storming winds. Irene was the only one who stayed away from the booze, though it…
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After gratefully accepting the sword specially forged for him, he was surprised by Celly herself giving him a gift. He looked up as the silver-haired young woman gave him something that was wrapped in a verdant cloth, bearing a similar, long shape to the sword he had received, though as he accepted it, it was certainly lighter. “…You didn’t have to,” he smiled. “I wanted to,” Celly smiled, “Teaching you has also taught me a lot. It’s been more fulfilling and…fun, than I could’ve…
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“You’ll have to leave soon, won’t you?” He asked quietly. Celly was quiet for a moment, but she seemed to already know that this would be it, “Yeah. In two more months, I’ll be returning to Vasmoria.” “–” He looked down with a silent sadness in his amethyst eyes. “But, Emilio…” “Huh?” “You’ll be able to come see me on your own again. You’re planning on becoming an adventurer soon, right?” Celly asked with a kind smile. As he looked up at her, the sunlight caused…
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“I’m sorry…” He apologized. “Don’t be. It’s my own fault for being rusty,” Julius chuckled. “–Still, I should’ve listened.” “Maybe, maybe not. You made your own call, though. I’m not going to say I was happy about it, but you did stay there–you chose to fight alongside me, and it looks like you saved your old man’s ass,” Julius smiled. The pat on the shoulder he received from his father sent a jolt of pain through his body, causing him to wince as Julius nervously…
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A change occurred with his body: his veins were visible, shifted into a black shade; his amethyst eyes had increased in vibrancy with his pupil altering to an almost vertical slit. I feel it now. I can win, he thought. There wasn’t a single ounce of fear that tainted his blood as he looked up at the orc. The pig-faced creature instead looked fearful; stumbling back before it attempted to swing its blades towards the young boy. –He vanished. In place of the young boy, the sword he held dropped to…
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What was sitting on the throne of bones was a large, pig-faced creature, towering at least four meters tall with a humanoid body with four arms; it was dressed in jewelry of chained skulls around its neck, wearing a cloth around its nether region. “What…?” He let out. “It’s an orc–not just any normal orc, either! That’s an ‘Orc Chief”!” Julius yelled out, holding his sword up, “I don’t know what that thing is doing here, but you need to get out of here! This is too dangerous for…
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Eight months had came and went, marking the three-fourths point of his tutelage under the half-elf, young teacher of his. For some reason, he noticed after this day of learning after having cast several, high-level invocations, Celly almost looked sad. It was a melancholic smile she held, looking off into the distance. “…Soon enough, I’ll have nothing left I can teach you,” Celly said with a small smile. There was no doubt that she was happy for the young boy, but there did seem to be something…
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What he planned to do was anything but orthodox, and less than normal–in fact, this would normally be something of an act that would land one on a list, but he had on advantage he planned to use to its fullest: Right now, once again, I’m a twelve-year-old boy! That means–I’m totally innocent! Free of suspicion! This is my chance! I’ll take a bath with Celly! He thought. With utmost confidence, he tossed his clothes away as if he was some sort of male dancer, tossing them to the floor as without…
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“That’s pretty much how it went,” Julius finished his story. For a moment, he was totally silent as he looked up at his father in awe. Amidst the recollection of the journey from Julius, he was so engrossed that he could visualize it for himself. He wanted to experience it for himself; the mystery of an unknown land, traversing its obstacles, and overcoming trials. “I want to go there someday,” he said, looking at the fireplace. Julius laughed a bit then stopped, looking at him, “Wait,…
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