John Jones
Stories
6
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1.6 M
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? The old man, with a sagely air about him, interjected with a calming assurance, "The rewards of this gambit could be monumental. The risk, though great, pales in comparison to the possibility of reuniting with my daughter." Lyon, bolstered by these words, straightened his posture, determination blazing in his eyes. "You're right. Maria is worth any risk, and any challenge. I will do whatever it takes to find her." The old man continued, "Remember, you have allies by your side, and together, you…
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Karina, overcome by the peculiar atmosphere, hastened to let Lyon go, her cheeks ablaze with a mix of emotions. Lyon, picking up on the unusual air, stood up, perplexed and slightly bewildered. "I think I need some explanation first," he requested. "Of course," Cecile concurred her articulation as precise and elegant as ever. She began narrating their journey, from Lyon's unleashing of his bloodline's power in Second Heaven to their current enigmatic encounter. The tale flowed seamlessly, each event…
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The old man, hovering in the air, looked at Lyon's group. His eyes caught the masks they wore to hide their identities. Some wore expressions of awe, while others seemed more expectant as if they had anticipated his appearance. Princess Yala, her eyes widening in disbelief, stood frozen for a moment as she gazed at the old man. The reality of the situation struck her—this was no ordinary person; he was a being of immense power and knowledge. Collecting her thoughts and summoning her composure, she…
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"Get up," said the old man with a slight grunt before turning around. He didn't bother to wait for Lyon to catch up to him, but the subtle walking speed being slowed was hard to miss. "Where are you going?" asked Lyon as he dusted off his shoulders. He looked around, immersing the place he was in. "What happened here?" "Follow me, lad," said the old man as he delved deeper into the part of the library. Lyon frowned as his question about what happened here went unanswered. The old man remained…
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Outside the gate, Rui, the mythical beast Moon Hare, known for her daring and nurturing nature, turned to Selena and asked, "Who is the owner of this traveling library?" Selena glanced at the impressive structure and replied, "Maria's father. His name is so ancient, even he seems to have forgotten it." Cecile chimed in with a mischievous grin, "Lyon is meeting his father-in-law," and stifled a giggle. Kesya's sharp ears twitched, and she turned her head in a specific direction. Her keen senses…
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The old man's presence seemed to grow, exuding a powerful aura that resonated through the library realm. The very essence of the space trembled under the weight of his energy. He spoke again, his voice echoing with an ancient authority that demanded respect, "You still dare to call me by that name?" As if in response to the intensity of the moment, another bookcase toppled and crashed to the floor, shattering the gravity of the atmosphere. It broke the seriousness, momentarily distracting from the…
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Lyon and his companions found themselves in an open field, surrounded by vast stretches of untouched wilderness. There was no sign of civilization, no trace of life as far as the eye could see. The meadow they stood in was bathed in soft, golden sunlight, and a gentle breeze rustled the tall grasses. Lyon held the tome in his hand, its ancient pages seemingly brimming with secrets. The weight of it was both tangible and metaphorical, a symbol of the risks they had taken and the mysteries that lay ahead.…
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She took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure. "And to what do I owe this unexpected visit?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement mixed with a dash of caution. "Let's drop the pretense, and please, have a seat, after all, it is your room," said Cecile as she gestured to her seat. Yala sat down as she was told, but her eyes never left Lyon and the others. "You must be really desperate to have this tome, that even you have to offend a great princess from a faraway land." She…
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As Princess Yala made her way out of Astra Arcane, the twilight cast an otherworldly glow upon her. She moved with the grace and poise befitting her royal status, the dutiful mob of individuals forming a protective barrier around her, their faces still filled with pride and determination. The mob surrounding Princess Yala exhibited a palpable air of arrogance as they protected her. Cloaked in dark, flowing robes or adorned in intricately designed armor, they projected an aura of superiority. Some…
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The individuals, encouraged by their own numbers and their perception of Lyon's supposed vulnerability, began taunting him with snide remarks and mocking laughter. Their words were meant to provoke a reaction, to chip away at his composure and confidence. They belittled his appearance, background, and audacity to challenge them in front of the princess. "Look at this one," one of them jeered, "a cultivator with delusions of grandeur." "Did you wander into the wrong realm, little mortal?" another…
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