James Taylor
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1375 Nero The Adventurers Guild Building. Even from the exterior, one could see that it was a grand structure, a testament to the bravery and endeavors of those who walked its halls. The facade was constructed of weathered stone, and the entrance was framed by intricately carved wooden doors. As the morning sun filtered through the stained glass windows, the interior was bathed in a myriad of colors, casting a warm, inviting glow over the guild hall. Inside, the guild was a hive of activity.…
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1374 Echoes From Within All through his journey back, Neron had multiple thoughts in his head. He thought of the expression his father would have when he saw him in the house rather than the Academy. He knew there would probably be some letter sent to his dorm for him, but he wanted to hear his congratulations from his old man—face to face. He also wanted to rub it all in. 'The exams were so easy! I can't wait till I tell him all about it!' All of this anticipation and buildup—the…
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The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the sprawling grounds of Ainzlark Academy. Neron's heart raced as he glanced nervously at Serah, her eyes gleaming with determination in the dim light. They stood at the edge of the dorm grounds, hidden in the shadows of towering trees, their breaths shallow with anticipation. Neron clenched his fists, feeling the weight of the plan pressing down on him. This was his chance to escape, and to actually see if he could do it. 'If I fail, I doubt…
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"This is where you'll be staying during your first year in the Academy." Neron entered into his room and looked around in silence. The official who was in charge of directing him there had a rather timid smile on his face as he observed Neron's emotionless demeanor as he stepped in. Perhaps he was waiting for the boy to say something, or express some kind of emotion, but his face was mostly stoic and his lips were tightly glued together. His mind, however, was filled with several trains of…
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The Ainzlark Academy Exams buzzed with anticipation as aspiring students from all corners of the Eastern Kingdom gathered in the grand hall. The air was thick with excitement and nerves, the scent of parchment and ink mingling with the crackle of magical energy. Neron stood at the threshold of the examination hall, his heart pounding with a contradicting mixture of anticipation and apathy. On one end, he was pretty unimpressed by the quality of candidates that showed up to take the exams. Other than a…
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"Huu…" The morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as Neron stood at the entrance of Kaelid Manor, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves. Beside him stood his father, Mordred, the manor staff and workers forming a sea of faces behind them. The air was alive with anticipation and well wishes, the energy crackling with so much energy and anticipation. Everyone already knew what day this was. Neron adjusted the strap of his satchel, feeling the weight of his future resting on…
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~BOOOOM!~ ~WHUUUSH!~ ~FSHIIII!~ Mordred continued his barrage of spells, keeping Neron on his toes. As they fought deeper into the thicker and denser unnatural woods, Neron found himself at a disadvantage. The thick trees restricted his movement, forcing him to adjust his tactics. Mordred, on the other hand, used the forest to his advantage, maneuvering effortlessly between the trees and launching precise attacks. 'Damnit! His experience in fights is beginning to show.' Neron…
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~WHUM~ Neron tightened his grip on the barrier, knowing he had the upper hand. He prepared a final spell to finish the duel and prove his prowess to his father. "Just for a hood measure…" The air around him crackled with anticipation as he prepared to launch the finishing blow. Neron's focus was unbreakable as he held his father, Mordred, captive within the radiant barrier. The elemental energies he had summoned swirled and danced around his hands, ready to launch a devastating attack.…
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The glowing sun hung high above the field clearing, casting a bright glow over the sparse trees and the two figures facing each other. Any who witnessed this confrontation would think it was unfair. Mordred was practically the best Mage in the Kingdom. His darkened hair fluttered as he maintained a stern demeanor. He stood tall and confident, his deep blue cloak swirling slightly in the cold air. Across from him was Neron, a twelve-year-old boy. The result of the battle was already decided…
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The soft glow of the healing chamber enveloped Mordred and Neron as they sat facing each other, the air thick with tension and emotion. "Neron… it's too late for me, you know?" "W-what are you saying…? Neron's brow furrowed with worry as he gazed at Mordred, who managed a weak smile despite the gravity of their conversation. "Neron," The older man continued, his voice gentle yet tinged with resignation, "you need to understand that my condition isn't something that can be cured. It's a part of…
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