Daniel Garcia
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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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The first day of his tutelage under Celly came with a nice, good-weathered day to greet the two. It was a bit windy, causing the coat that the silver-haired young woman wore, that reached down to her knees, to sway in the passing breeze as she held onto her hat. “It’s a nice day today. Perfect for what we’ll be focusing on,” Celly said with a smile. “What’re we doing today?” He asked curiously. Celly looked back at him, “I was told you favor the winds, right?” “Yeah,” he…
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Celly smiled, “I can show you the path to reach that, but you have to be willing to walk it yourself.” “I am.” His answer seemed to satisfy the kind, young woman who held her reassuring smile to him before looking forward towards the wooden wall. As their conversation went on, he sat himself down on the chair across from the bed, looking at the woman. Being a young boy again, he had every excuse to stare without being labeled a “creepy” since nobody could pin such desires on a boy of his…
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Celly had a large case of her belongings that she brought with her, as this was going to be a lengthy endeavor, so the young woman would be staying at the Dragonheart residence. “Sorry again that you had to come all the way out here to a place like this,” Julius laughed, helping Celly with her case. Celly shook her head, taking off her wizard hat as she held a soft smile, “Please–I don’t mind. I’ve always heard of Yullim’s beautiful valley, anyway. It’s a pleasure to finally see it for…
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When he tried asking Irene about her homeland, the girl didn’t seem to remember anything. The fact that she was from such a mystical land made him more interested in her, though. Julius and Treyna tried asking her as well, but Irene simply didn’t seem to remember anything before being taken away by the traffickers. It was a much more widespread issue than he had initially though, mistakenly believing the actions of the traffickers were limited locally. …This world has its own share of corruption.…
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“Well, I can safely say I’ve melded you into a proper man now,” Veldalla said with a smile, resting her sword on her shoulder. “I’m still twelve years old, but thanks…” He said, catching his breath. “It’s up to you now to improve from here. I’ve helped you build your fundamentals, but you’ve got a long road ahead of you,” Veldalla gently knocked her fist against his chest, “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders–use it, kid.” He nodded, wiping the sweat from his…
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As they sat there against the wall, the sound of horse hooves trotting against the soil met their ears. Through the woods, the Milligarde soldiers returned, and it was clear they didn’t take any prisoners as their swords were slick with blood and their armor lightly scratched. He looked up, his eyes widening as he searched with his eyes for the girl, scrambling up to his feet. “Did you find her…?” He asked. The silver-armored guard with the bushy, pale-blue mustache looked down at him for a…
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After deflecting the blows with his stern expression, Julius began thrusting his sword as if using a rapier, stabbing Rubert multiple times, though none of the wounds seemed to go very deep. Pain didn’t seem like a concept that existed in the man with black and white eyes as he laughed, charging forward as he threw his blade into the air, spinning around and launching a kick against Julius’ abdomen. “Gh!” Julius blocked it, but was knocked back. “Father!” He yelled out. With little…
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The man had shaggy, jet-black hair with an unshaven stubble, dressed in a black cloak that sat over light leather armor and metal greaves. …Father? He thought. “Oh? I don’t remember inviting you here,” Rubert said, jumping back as he held his sword up with an unorthodox stance. Rubert’s stance was low to the ground, keeping his legs spread out as his upper body was leaned over with his elbows nearly touching the ground below, keeping his black-and-white eyes on the man. “I found you,…
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