Mary Miller
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"Boss, boss! Get back inside!" A kid who should have been just around ten years old tried to shove Doug and Han into the old building.Two other children came running towards them from a street ahead of them and waved wildly. If it weren't for the situation, one might have thought they were just chasing each other around. Han pulled out his wand from his pocket and glanced across the street. There didn't seem to be any visible threats, and yet he tensed. The street was now empty, except for the three…-
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"Hey, sis. What happened to this guy?" "Should we get his wand?" "Do you even know how to use magic?" "You'll never know unless you try—" Han groaned and sat up, nearly stabbing himself in the eye with his wand, but then dropped it in his lap to look at the gathered gremlins—children, rather. All of them were young kids, with the oldest only looking around at twelve years old? It was the same girl who dragged him here. "How long was I out?" he asked. A small boy spoke, "Not too long,…
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The men rejoiced. They were gone, the subjugators, those stupid bullies that thought they could walk into the city of Gloria and took it as their own. These people had been enough to scare even a number of the Guardsmen to wander about the city during the night in the event they were attacked. It had been a stressful time for Guardsmen who were aware of what it could be but forced to pretend that these people didn't exist. But it wasn't them who had suffered on the tyranny of having superior-leveled…
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Han felt like a riot was about to start, his senses prickling at what was happening in front of him, but thankfully the Guardsman was too cool-headed to attack Russel. Not that might have happened, but any other protagonist might have face-slapped his drunk classmate now and be done with it. As for himself, while he prided on the fact that cultivation and other novels were the rave amongst his people—he really just wanted to go home. The idea of leaving this to his Soul Waves and letting whatever happen…
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The world spun around him like an alcohol-induced haze fever, the mere mention of the word 'brother' shouldn't have gotten him a reaction like this—but then he grinned and shook his head. "They're just like my brother, but we're not really blood related or anything. Same went for our grandfather—er, Old Man Joe. We just happened to be very close." Stares from Donovan, Diov and the others came, but he ignored them. "Hah! I see, I'm glad you still remember us. It's been quite some time—glad to see…
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The last time that Han found himself in the city was when he bought daggers at a Weapons Shop and then looked around for some wands. It was strange to do it now since he usually 'went to bed early'—so strolling down the streets with some of his fellow Academy mates was strange. Last time he did something like this was when he had gone out of his way and returned to Kraelonia. He arrived past curfew, thanks to the Colossal Wyvern incident. Back when Timothy was still around… and that had been when he…
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Now. The young man held up his wand against the Thugs in the street—a wariness in his eyes. He was weaponless, for his own main weapons were with an Enchanter, but the wand could hardly do anything to get him out of this situation. If anything, outside of the Academy, this was all for show. Those in front of him numbered around ten and it was already night and dark, unless someone had pulled a somewhere, and actually, someone did have it. Being an insatiable and unwanted part of the city of Gloria…
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The man was ready for the afternoon. His notebook was smoothly pressed into his lap, quill magically inked and ready to jot down his report. Anything that might have caught his attention in regard to his target. In front of him, two young Students were about to battle and wage oneself against the other. Sword versus Spell. Magic versus Might. Along with other remarks that captured the essence of rivalry between physical prowess pushed to its limits and magical ability trained and battle-tested. He…
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He threw caution to the wind—well, not really. But there were calculated risks that Han could take to unravel the Spell's codes. Spells that could blast him in the face and probably disintegrate him was a stupid thing to study, but right after he demonstrated his to Professor Carnus, he was actually allowed to sit down. Han had a Healing Potion with him in case it had flown to his face—but how bad were lights? It wouldn't burn his face off or fry him to a crisp like lightning. He sat at the back once…
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Ellynn looked up at him with what might have been a frown. "You really don't have much need for that—you've been doing well." "Oh, thank you." Han scratched the back of his head. "But, that was a joke—the copying, not the offer to sit down beside me. You're free to do as you wish." Sometimes, the Half-Elf wished she didn't know about him doing well. Wished she hadn't paid attention for the past weeks, he barely gave her any much thought. But it was obvious that he had been working hard in ways that…
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