Daniel Garcia
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“…Phew…” Standing in the sea of pale white, he exhaled a misty breath between his lips, looking towards the cavern. THUD. THUD. THUD. The stomps of something massive were approaching from the bowels of the shadow-covered cavern. Around him, the perpetual blizzard of the hellish region of ever-winter roared, swirling as the rain of snow pelted his pale skin. The tips of his ears, his nose, and his fingertips were red from the biting frost, but he still held a confident smile as he slowly…
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The cold winds of winter howled, arriving with an abrasiveness this time around as snow quickly piled up around Yullim. “Brrr…” He sat in front of the fireplace, rubbing his hands together as he kept a plaid blanket wrapped around his shoulders. “You’re not cold?” He asked, looking over at Irene. Irene was reading a book as studying for her own learning of the language, but she was still wearing a light dress that certainly did not aid in repelling the cold. The girl with frizzy, but long,…
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He stood his ground as sweat trickled down his cheek, watching as the massive, scar-covered goblin began to rush towards him with its heavy stomps echoing out against his ringing ears. …Hold! He thought to himself. Just as it stomped within reach of him, rearing its club that was larger than him back, he sprung forward with his sword tightly gripped between his sweat-laden fingers. “Raaagh–!” The burly goblin let out a deep roar. As it swung its club down towards him, he swiped his left hand,…
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With how many goblins there were and how plentifully they came through the small tunnels, there wasn’t much of a point in hoping for his father to protect him as the man was already hacking away at goblins. The same went for Celly, who was focused on her own enemies– “Bring forth punishment to my enemies beyond the shores! Water Roar!” From the staff wielded by the silver-haired half-elf, a highly-pressurized spray of water lashed out at the drooling goblins that attempted to rush her. In a…
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As the next day arrived, it was time to tackle the quest. It required a hike as the area they were sent to was in one of the opposing corners of the valley. …Nobody mentioned this part! We’ve been walking for three hours straight! He thought. To make matters worse, since they were climbing one of the trail-paved mountains around Yullim, he has to walk up an incline. “—” “C’mon, Emilio! Don’t tell me you’re tired already?” Julius yelled back at him with a smile. There wasn’t a…
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…”The Cries of The Days To Come”; usually we’re ignorant to the pleas of spirits, but while under the effects of the “Soul Strain”, we can hear those cries. That’s what this is?…So, the spirits are trying to show me something? Is it a warning? He questioned. While pondering this, all that flooded his mind with that thought was the bleached world and the faceless man he kept dreaming about. But what he was perplexed about most was one thought–one that clung to his mind that made him…
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“You are not worthy–yet.” –It was a cold, feminine voice. With those words, he felt the strength in his body sapped, convulsing for a brief moment as if an electric shock had just surged within his body. In a single blink of his eyes, the mystical scenery was ripped from him. “Wha–?!” He jumped, startled by the jarring shift as he was standing on grimy steps. The sudden change in setting made him stumble as he rolled down the stairs with a harsh tumble. “Ghh–!” Wincing, he landed…
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As he etched these teachings into his mind, he was already getting to work on creating this gateway as he snuck outside with quiet steps, bringing only a small knife with him and his wand tucked into the pocket of his gray shorts. Around the side of the house, he stood in front of the cellar doors, which were hardly ever used as nothing of much value was kept in the cellar, as he was told. He brought the edge of the blade next to his palm, breathing in as he remembered the text once more: Drawn onto…
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It wasn’t until they returned to the Dragonheart residence that Celly gave him the two grimoires for him to begin studying: “Sea of Mana Majesty” and “The Astral Teachings.” The first he was lent by the young woman pertained to water spells, and the second was one she herself said she could hardly use—it focused on spirit arts. While he was studying at the desk in his room, his nose was pleasantly greeted by the aroma of warm broth. Before he could peel his eyes from the words on the page, a…
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“I’ve only really learned novice spells and a few intermediate castings, but this one…” He said. “Show me,” Celly gave him the go ahead. It was something he learned recently from peeking into the back of the “The Scripture of the Element King, Aelor”–he found a spell that caught his eye. After that encounter with the Chaos God Style swordsman, I had to find my own “trump card”…He thought. He held his wand up, beginning the incantation, “Four spirits of the world’s nature…
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