David Martinez
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Zane Low closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. He pictured in his mind's eye the courtyard before him, the fifty wooden training dummies, their limbs bobbing slightly in the wind. He exhaled, and every dummy was beheaded at once. The resulting sound was like a dozen coconut trees all giving up at the same time, their life's work clattering to the ground and rolling around. The second Blade opened his eyes and sheathed his sword, running a hand through his messy crop of white hair. He struck a…
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The history of the Mekrys empire was an interesting, if highly embellished read. The empire, a collection of provinces bordered large swaths of three, interconnected, seas. The Rien, the largest and most western of the three seas, was what Leif had flown over, then sailed through to reach the academy. The Loriet, the central and smallest of the three technically started at the archipelago, and continued eastwards until the sea narrowed, squeezed past two peninsulas, then changed to the Mirith Sea. The…
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The seaborn mist was still rolling over the archipelago as Leif stepped through the portal arch, seamlessly teleporting from one hub building to another in less than a breath. Three guards turned at his approach, though they otherwise ignored him as he marched past. There were few students around this early in the morning, but Leif was hardly the only person walking the dimly lit streets and hallways of the Academy. A minute later he exited the towering structure that served as the portal hub. It was…
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The living room was spacious, though the stacks of paper and piles of books littering every available surface made the room feel cramped. Marcus laughed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly as he hurried over to the largest stack. “Sorry, sorry. This project is getting away from me, it’s not due for a few months but I was trying to get it done before the quadriad started. The scope kinda blew up in my face.” “Are you almost done?” Sieg asked, carefully stepping through the mess, leading…
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Leif stared up at the shadowy ceiling of the underground training chamber, feeling as something inside him snapped back into place. He couldn’t feel pain, it wasn’t something his body was physiologically capable of, though he could intellectually understand, and instinctively detect damage to his form. His pride, limited as it was, could be bruised, though losing the fight had been more a relief than anything. Adriana looked down at him, the second year student brushing away the dark hair that fell…
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Leif stared up into the grinning face of the eighth Blade, feeling the temperature in the large stone room slowly drop, though not from anything Mouric was doing. Despite the man’s ice powers, the cause of the drop in temperature was Sieg, who was nervously releasing puffs of icy mist from his hands as he flexed and clenched his fingers. There were several things the scion could say in this situation. He could ask the man if he had recovered from his earlier fight with the seventh Blade, or question if…
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Leif was about to leave his seat and return to the library, when the sands below were finally cleared of ice. Large sections of the arena were filled with muddy, blackened detritus from the earlier fight between Blades. He perched on the edge of his seat, undecided on what to do. Maybe he should check the schedule before he departed? The announcer's booming voice pronounced that the upcoming fights would be six versus six bouts between teams from the different islands. The announcer called for the first…
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“Mouric Voknar! And his opponent, the seventh Blade: Daniella Low! The inevitability of ice clashes with the fury of steel and flame!” The announcer roared, riling up the crowd much as he had done during the previous day. Leif was buffeted by the cascade of noise that washed over him and the arena. Much like the last time Leif had spectated the quadriad, his interests were mostly on the displays of power from high level individuals. When he compared himself to Hera or even her vanquished opponent,…
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Leif, Hera and Melissa sat in silence within the living room of the apartment turned Blade residence. Night had fallen, bringing with it an sea born mist that rolled over the archipelago like an ethereal blanket. Lucia and Royce had been given a guest room, and from the pattern of their vitality Leif could tell both were asleep. When Melissa had heard the commotion coming from the room she had quickly made her way back inside. Roy had followed, the little boy hot on her heels. He had stood frozen in the…
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The carriage pulled up a gentle slope, the well greased wheels and stable suspension making the journey comfortable, if slow. Leif found it strange knowing where his occasional buds of insight on the construction of wagons and carts were originating from, and it was stranger still that those small snippets of his memories and former knowledge had been among the first, and most detailed to have slipped from one life to the next. The attendant drove the carriage, with Leif and the two children being the…
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