Daniel Garcia
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"Fiiiiireball–!" This time as Everett attempted to use the element of fire, Julius had joined them outside to watch after practicing some sword swings. Of course, Julius didn't have anything to add, only instead trying to hold back laughter at the result: a tiny ember "poofed" out from in front of Everett's finger. "One-out-of-ten," Emilio judged. "Maybe next time?" Celly tried to assure. That was the first and last day that Everett tried to learn magecraft while Julius was around–a totally…
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"Academy teaches a lot about the history of mages, especially those who wrote recognized grimoires," Celly told him with a smile. Somehow, the words of the half-elf reminded him of the friend he had that was currently studying in a mage academy. "Academy, huh?" He remarked. "You have a friend that recently got into an academy, right? Honestly, I always thought you'd end up entering one," Celly asked. He nodded, "Melisande—she had a lot of potential when we traveled together. I bet she's kicking butt…
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"--If it's a kid, they need our help!" Celly yelled back, not stopping. Though he didn't get an opportunity to discuss anything in the slightest, he couldn't help but share that same mindset: if there was a kid in danger, it was their duty to rescue them. He ran alongside Celly, quickly reaching a separated area in the cave where a small spring of water flowed. "There…!" Celly gasped, spotting the source of the initial yell. "Nngh…" Sitting there on the ground was a crying child–a boy with short,…
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There wasn't only a single, sneaky attempt at the adventurers' necks made by the deceitful kobolds, leading to many such feeble fiends needing to be put down swiftly. Celly was careful in her choice of magecraft, considering the narrowness of the cavern and the questionability of its stability; with a light release, she conjured an arrow made of smooth stone that shot through the head of one of the kobolds. It was boosted with only enough velocity to pierce through the whiskered creature's skull, only…
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"What…is it?" He questioned. Celly carefully lifted both the sphere and the cushion it sat on out of the box, prompting Emilio to move the box to the side for her as the lithe woman placed the cushion down. "It's a Commune Orb," Celly told him. "Commune Orb?" He looked at her. "It's a magical device used to communicate across vast distances–even intangible ones, as well. Like the Astral Realm, or perhaps…the After," Celly said. Those words caught him off-guard as he leaned closer, looking at the…
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Walking in through the front door amidst the shenanigans of the Dragonhearts, the golden-haired bumpkin entered with chopped wood under each of his arms. "Sounds like something interesting happened! Give me the details, Emilio!" Everett said with a laugh before setting the firewood by the fireplace. Such overwhelming nosiness made him feel like a kid again, having to hide a crush from those around him. Though, he composed himself, remembering one important factor: 'I am a man!' He thought. "Come on,…
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Taking the lead in teaching him the magecraft she wielded, Celly walked around the secluded garden amidst solemn mountains with a smile, standing by the spring that flowed into a small pond, "That spell you used against the boars was amazing, but even that can have harmful effects. I don't need to tell you that starving the brain of oxygen is a harmful effect." "Yeah, I know," he rubbed his head. "Through necessity, the magic you've learned towards cultivating is powerful, but singular towards battle;…
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The half elf placed her hand on her hat to keep it on as her silver locks swayed with the passing wind before responding, "When do you plan to head out again? I don't believe you plan on staying in Yullim forever." "You're right. I don't plan on staying too much longer, it's just…after my last journey, there were so many times where I didn't know if I'd see my family again. I guess you can say I'm getting my quality time in…just in case something bad happens out there," Emilio said with a melancholic…
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Past that night, a few more weeks followed, with them excitedly exchanging letters with one another, making plans for what they'd do when they met. It almost felt to him like he was planning a date, though he placed that thought at the back of his head. For the others around the household, it was clear as day that he was excited for his plans as he chipperly did chores, even helping both his father and mother handle their own in addition to his usual ones. At last, finally, it was that day–Celly…
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"Nope!" As the three men tried to enter through the front door, lured in by the scent of the fresh cooking, they were denied by Treyna, who adamantly held a hand out in front of them with furrowed eyebrows. "Huh?" All three men let out in unison. "You all reek! Go clean up first then you can eat dinner! I don't want you tracking goblins, orc, or whatever blood in here again–! I'm the one that has to clean it up!" Treyna demanded, folding her arms over her chest. Begrudgingly and tiredly, all three of…
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