James Taylor
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It was a grand occasion in the Great Crimson Family's Estate. Several guests entered the vast territory of the Crimson Family, parking their carriages in the appropriate locations within the massive compound prepared for matters of the sort. Hundreds—if not thousands of acres—were consumed by the Estate's compound alone. The many towering buildings, as well as other glorious monuments, only spoke volumes of the kind of influence this family wielded. Of all the four Ducal Households—the…
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"Well done, Neron… though you didn't have to go that far." As Mordred approached his smiling son, he cast a concerned gaze on the flames that still licked the grass around. With a single thought, he extinguished it and restored the burned grass to their prime state. The same restoration applied to the shattered earth that disfigured the perfect landscape It was almost as if no fight had happened just moments earlier. "Did I hurt your pride?" Neron smiled as he looked at the last of the…
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"Huu…" Neron felt his muscles tense up as his gaze focused on the only thing standing in his line of sight—the only thing that currently mattered to him. About a dozen meters from him was a Golem. It didn't look particularly fancy or anything, but Neron knew full well that it was capable. The Golem was made out of Earth, but even that was constructed with none other than Mordred's Magic within the space they were in. In essence, the Golem was simply an extension of that Magic. "Tell me…
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"KURGH!" Mordred collapsed to the floor the moment he entered his room and shut his door. "Argh! Koff! Urgh!" As he coughed, Mordred felt hot all over. He was in deep agony, and he was paralyzed throughout most parts of his body. As his entire form hugged the cold, hard floor of his living quarters, he helplessly spasmed as he tried to get himself under control. It was useless, though. Anytime he had these episodes, he was utterly powerless. "M-Master! Lord Mordred!" The voice of a…
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Neron was caught in a dilemma. He didn't know how to properly answer the question that his father/master posed. 'Have I really used a Spell before?' If he meant Magic, then yes. Neron had tried using Magic when he was much younger, and he found it to be quite easy. Of course, he had only tried basic things like conjuring flames or creating small wind torrents. … Nothing too crazy. 'But a Spell like ? No way…' was so specific… too precise—something that his previous experience…
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"Magic can be classified into various stages known as Levels." Neron stared silently as his father—now master at this time—explained the fundamentals of what he desired to learn. They were still within Mordred's special space, but since the expanse had now been transformed into a more familiar scenery, it no longer felt strange to Neron. As a result, he found it easier not to get distracted by his surroundings. Instead, he paid rapt attention to what he was hearing. "There is the Basic,…
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Neron woke up very early in the morning, just as his schedule told him to. The two maids responsible for him swiftly removed into his luxurious room, their steps as light as their movements were graceful. They were both dressed in maid outfits, and despite being the least important members of the Kaelid Household, they were both prettier than any of the people Neron had ever seen in the slums. According to protocol, they both took him to the bathroom and stripped him of his pajamas. Neron…
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"So… were you able to find anything more?" Mordred was currently seated in a luxurious room, with two Mages bowing their heads before him. The chandeliers and fine carpets, along with the spacious surroundings and luxurious decor, showed the level of wealth that went into the room's construction and design. "No, Lord Mordred." "That is all we were able to find." These two Mages who were bowing appeared elderly—even more so than Mordred, and yet they addressed him with reverence. "I…
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"U-urgh…" Neron slowly groaned as he opened his eyes. He was currently lying atop a bed, and based on his brief notice of his surroundings, he was in a cool and dark room. 'T-this is…?' The bed he laid on felt warm and soft. This was the first time he was experiencing a proper bed, so the sensation was foreign to him. Other than that, though, he felt relaxed—safe—as the foamy mattress sucked him in. 'Where is this place? What's going on?' Neron's thoughts trailed. Right as he…
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Elias Martins Duffy was a man who loved Magic since he was a little boy. He was so enamored by the concept of bending the laws of the world and achieving supernatural effects through the wondrous energy of Mana. He patiently waited for the day he would turn five years old so he could finally Awaken and become a proper Mage. Unfortunately… he could not. It was only until he became nine years old that he could finally do so, and even then it was barely. Apparently, he had a very poor…
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