Elizabeth Jones
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Aldrich was sitting on a reclining chair by the fireplace his leges were covered in a warm bedsheet as he calmly sipped his tea and told his story. Although he thought that Isger would break out laughing in his face at this ridiculous story. Were he in Isger's place he probably would have. But Isger maintained a serious expression throughout the story, only interrupting to ask questions. At the end of his tale, Aldrich was glad that he came here to talk to Isger about it even though Isger couldn't…-
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The footsteps came to a sudden stop, right behind him. Aldrich clenched his teeth and slowly turned around. What he saw was another familiar sight. The black cloaked stranger. This man—no, this thing stood taller than any man he ever saw. Now Aldrich understood why it was futile to search for it in the village. This thing was with him all along. This thought completely froze Aldrich in his position. Suddenly Aldrich could do what he couldn't this morning, he could see beneath the strangers cloak. The…
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It was already noon by the time Aldrich left Mr. Krynt's place. Aldrich decided that it was about time to go home and see his lovely mother. Fewer people were on and about. Aldrich still dreamed of the day when his ring awakens, then he will be truly on his way to become an adventurer. This was a ripe age for awakening according to Mr. Krynt. Adera was two years older than Aldrich and she awakened around the same age. She was the first to awaken in the village in many decades maybe even more. Aldrich…
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Aldrich and Isger were well on their way to the village. Mr. Isger's farm wasn't far from the village though he wouldn't call it close either. The wagon shook as the mare pulled it along the Wakefield trail. The trail was well traveled and the wind had calmed since early morning. Mr. Isger was walking on the left side of the wagon to the front and Aldrich was on the right keeping a close eye on the woods. To his great dismay the usually short and relaxing trip to the village felt excruciatingly long.…
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Aldrich reached the farm's short wooden fence safely. A fence that could hardly stop any kind of attack, he never thought about that before this very moment, a short while ago Aldrich thought it couldn't possibly get any colder, he was wrong. Everything looked normal, far to the right, from the corner of his eye he could see Miller and Balden working on the corn field. It was quite as it should be, he told himself to stop letting fancies take him. Everything is fine, but every time he blinked he saw the…
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The year: 2462 A.A.C Vorian, Drnaine, Wakefield First light shined splendidly on Wakefield. But the wind carried an icy chill as if it would rather bear snow. The wind beat on the cloak of a young man. The young man walked leisurely, if not sluggishly on the small hills of the pasture some of which were only half-green in clear stalemate between winter and spring. Behind him trailed a semi-neat row of sheep. On regular bases he would stop and allow the sheep to graze here and there, and then move…
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'Shit!' Aldrich cursed as he got up looking around was simply too hard even after his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Aldrich also noticed a curious fact, that while the outside was hot the inside of the ruin was actually a lot cooler. His whole back burned with pain, but Aldrich was excited and happy his plan actually worked. 'wait till the guys hear about this, I'm gonna be a hero.' "Gk BgJRc GashiKP…" "Gk BgJRc GashiKP…" "Gk BgJRc GashiKP…" 'W-what was that?' Aldrich felt a shiver up his back…
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The year 2459 A.A.C Vorian province, Drnaine region, Wakefield Aldrich keenly observed the glowing moss lamp held above the door frame. He always wondered how the moss knew when to light up, as if it knew how to tell the difference between day and night. Not long ago Aldrich firmly believed that this lamp must be a wondrous item like in the songs and the stories but apparently, according to Mr. Krynt such things were quite common in the big cities. Aldrich had the distinct urge to facepalm when he…
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