Daniel Garcia
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Going on his way, he carried the heavy, blood-stained sack with him across the dirt road that sat in the luscious fields. Still, he didn’t mind the opportunity to finally walk the trail alone; the lively, verdant trees swayed in the gentle breeze along with the colorful flowers that occupied the sides of the dirt path. While marching down the road, he saw a few village kids playing by the trail, kicking rocks and playing with sticks. It was clear by how they were swinging their sticks that they were…
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I did it! He thought. It was much more anticlimactic than he had imagined; Veldalla didn’t even budge from the strike, but she did come to a full-stop. Well, can’t expect much from the body of an eleven-year-old, he thought with a sigh. The scarred, but beautiful, rowdy woman looked at him for a moment. In place of surprise, Veldalla’s expression instead turned to a fierce smile as she slapped the spot where she was hit, laughing out to the azure skies above. “Nicely done, kid!” Veldalla…
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“Pick up your sword. Let’s try this again,” Veldalla instructed. Though the last thing he wanted to do was go for another round with the woman who certainly didn’t treat him as though he were a child, he begrudgingly lifted the training weapon, knowing it was his one line of defense. Again and again, he felt it impossible to keep up with Veldalla, who had the speed of a bullet and the aggression of a bull. Even defending against her strikes by holding the sword up still caused him to feel the…
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“Your mother and I discussed it, and if you want to take your training in the art of magic to the next level, you’re going to have to also become a half-decent swordsman!” “I don’t understand…why?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He could tell the discussion that Julius had with his mother was likely more of the eccentric, brawn-for-brains man convincing her to have him undergo this training. “Balance is key! Sometimes, a sword is going to come in handy over magic! Having both options will…
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With the complete embodiment of the spell interlaced with his thoughts, he kept his hand forward with his intentions clear: to part the fallen leaves. Come…Wind Sphere, he thought. His eyes were still closed as he invoked the magecraft through his mind with a hope unlike that of an ignorant child’s; he didn’t know whether it had worked or not yet, but against his palm, he felt a brisk wind. So deeply believing in the flow of wind in all aspects, the unmistakable feeling of a stable breeze was…
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It was easy to tell why magic was so difficult for people to grasp: there were hardly any real, tangible instructions given. The very first entry in the grimoire was the pre-information needed to understand magecraft itself. ‘Mana is no different than one’s own life essence. It’s drained when we’re exhausted, it’s filled when we eat. Just as we burn through energy by tending to a field or swinging a sword, we burn through mana to manifest magic. The incantations are engrained with the true…
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Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. “C’mon, Emilio! Swing back!” Julius called out, swinging the wooden sword rapidly as he held his own training blade up like a shield, being pushed back as he backpedaled across the front yard. “Ngh–I can’t when you’re being so aggressive!” He whined. It always went like this, ever since he turned five and Julius decided he was old enough to begin his training in the way of the sword. Julius didn’t exactly know “restraint”, which resulted in him hardly being…
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There wasn’t much to do at his young age; his parents were still overly protective of every little action he took, though he didn’t blame them nor did he really mind it. While sitting and reading a book, Julius watched in surprise, witnessing his young son studying away at the text. “…You can read already, Emilio?” Julius asked, kneeling down beside him. He nodded with a smile, “Yeah.” At first, this language seemed foreign to me, but I picked it up quickly. I wonder if it’s a special…
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Over the past few months, he adamantly tried to conquer his status as an “infant”, though it was more difficult than he gave it credit for. He was mostly left to the whims of his parents, only able to cry out when needing something as his small tongue and vocal chords weren’t developed much yet. Walking was a difficult task with his uncoordinated baby body, but he didn’t mind it–this ended up with him being carried by Treyna a lot, who always kept him close to her chest. There was nothing that…
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It was entirely black. There was no body he possessed, as if solely inhabiting a consciousness amidst a void bearing nothing but total darkness. For a moment, it was nothing but complete silence in this void; deprived of all senses, his thoughts felt hazy. What…is this? He thought. As the monotone voice resonated into his nonexistent ears, the world around him shifted as his options were shown: The abyss was replaced with the sight of the technologically advanced world, surrounded by skyscrapers…
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