Daniel Garcia
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The first instinct in his mind was protecting his bag of coins, but it was too late–the girl was simply faster than him. Again, it was lost from his possession in that brief moment as he looked in front of him–seeing the young girl racing off and glancing back at him with a smirk, presenting the stolen goods in her hand. “Damn it…!” He yelled out. Without a moment of hesitation, he broke off in a sprint towards the thief, pushing past the crowd of people that filled the width of the…
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“That’s it, then. These are the newest, hottest things on the market for mages!” The bearded man laughed. “Really?” “Yeah! Apparently they’re a type of catalyst for you mages! Specially made n’ stuff–I dunno how they work exactly, but apparently they boost the proficiency of your magic flingin’!” The man told him. It sounded nice, and it was free with the staff holster anyway, so he smiled, “I’ll take both, then!” “That’s what I like to hear!” The shopkeeper…
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“Huh?!” Covering the gap between both rooftops, the girl in the blue scarf leapt to the other building, glancing back at him and teasing him with another slip of her tongue past her lips. “Grrr…!” He was definitely getting frustrated, resulting in him not hesitating to pursue her further as instead of covering the several meter gap with a straight leap, he manipulated the winds once again to launch himself. This time, he decided to use a lot more power behind his speed-augmenting winds,…
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I’ve had enough of you! He thought. He pointed his staff down towards the hazel-haired slingshot-wielder, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine as he coalesced the loose stone in the surrounding area into balls of rock, gathering them around himself before shooting them towards the stocky thug. It was thanks to his recent level ups, reaching “Level Four” that combat felt much more natural for him. “No, no–! Gah!” The thug pleaded. As the small, squeaky-voiced thug dropped his…
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…Alright, first on the agenda: something to eat! He thought. After eating nothing but tiger meat the last two days, he was more than happy to find some quality grub for himself. There seemed to be a plethora of choices available to him, whether it was small outside markets serving fresh bowls of mixed fruit or full-blown restaurants that exuded savory aroma from beyond their front doors. “Hmm…” What to do? That place looks like it serves some killer sandwiches…that one across from it seems to…
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“…Where are we?” He asked. Vandread answered, “Elsia.” “I thought Elsia was a city,” he replied. “It is. We’re in its outskirts right now,” Vandread clarified. Though he got an answer, the bountiful fog still made him uneasy as he sat back down across from the man. “Have we been moving the entire time?” He asked. “Yeah,” Vandread responded without looking up. “…How? Isn’t that horse tired at all?” Vandread finished sharpening his knife, tucking it back into its…
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Picking himself up, he brushed the dirt from his pants and began picking up the scattered firewood before moving on, now holding a heightened sense of caution with the prospect of what he nicknamed “super bears” on the prowl. It reforged the way he saw Julius’ stories that were always told in a jovial manner as if they were just simple encounters. All those times he talked about fighting bears…he meant things like this?!…I am deeply sorry for any disrespect I’ve shown over the years, Father!…
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As he looked around for a bit to find a proper source of firewood, an effort was made to avoid all of the insects that slithered through the nightly forest. Once finding a tree that wasn’t covered in eerily-large millipedes or colorful arachnids, he drew his sword from its sheath, planning to strike the tree down. Here goes…He thought. “Hyaah!” As he swung towards the body of the tree with all of his might– Nothing. Just a few pieces of bark were chipped off and a small cut was embedded in…
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The sounds of forest-dwelling creatures were audible throughout the depths of the nature-ruled domain; some were the chirps of birds, but some were the howls of apex predators. “Err, are you sure this is a good idea?” He wryly asked. Vandread drew a pair of hunting knives that were sheathed beneath the all-black cloak, “Just keep quiet and follow along.” There wasn’t much of a choice with how lost he felt in the dark forest and how stone-like his escort’s personality was, so he simply nodded…
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In the sky, a fortress floated, secluded from the rest of the world, surrounded by a swirl of clouds that slowly spun around its immaculate architecture. It was forged of stone so smooth and pure, glistening white, that such a place resembled the keep of Heaven. Within its impenetrable walls, an illustrious throneroom awaited; the floors were of rich marble that echoed with each step the one that approached the throne took. Statues stood tall on both sides of the chamber; colossal sets of knight armor,…
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