Daniel Garcia
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“…I did it–I did it!” He let out with a surprised smile. Celly nodded, “You did…now, I have nothing left to teach you.” “–” He glanced up at his tutor. It was clear that the smile she had was one of pride and joy of her student’s achievement, but it did have a certain sadness to it. As he released the trio of water-shaped dragon heads, letting them dissolve into a sprinkle of rain, he turned around to face his teacher, who knelt down to match his gaze. “Emilio, over this past…
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“…Why’re we all the way out here?” He asked. It was just a couple weeks out from the end of his time with Celly. Though it was supposed to be just a normal day of magic lessons, he could feel there was something different–not only by the chosen location, in the most vast and empty field in Yullim, between two mountains, but by the demeanor of his tutor. That day, Celly seemed more serious than usual. “I can’t issue anything officially, but…if you pass this test, I’ll recognize you as a…
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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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