Mary Miller
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Han Jing was frozen in place, which was strange when he could feel the fire bubbling around the Being close to him. It was a flame that burned brighter than anything Timothy could have wrought himself. This was actual fire. Not simply fire conjured from magic or skill, but a living fire in its purest states. Gone was the appearance of a seductive and attractive woman, but an outline of a person wrought from magma instead came to life. The couch that he was sitting on began to scorch— "We've already…-
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Answers would have to come at a later time and chanced meetings would be missed. Even though Han Jing initially planned to drop by the PC Cafe and hang out there with the owner/receptionist—now he was actually going out of the city and travelling elsewhere with the Wood Elf. Initially hesitant to board on a 'snake beast wrought of metal and smoke'—Faeran was now inside of the bullet train to leave Han Jing's city and head into a nearby province close to the sea. It wasn't so often that a rural place…
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There were things that Han Jing worried about—which he dutifully tried not to worry about. That was almost ironic, but it was working. If it actually made any sense because time was a great distance-giver to one's problem. For Han, it has been nearly two weeks since he last saw Timothy and Iola. Perhaps it was safe to assume that they were in far better lands. Han almost got over it, and Han Jing tried not to think too much about them. However, when he stepped in of the apartment with Faeran… he saw…
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It was far too easy to let time slip out of one's hands. Sometimes it just happened. The terrible convenience of not noticing the passage of time in one's life, and perhaps in that way, one could say that time did actually help mend the wounds that life bore on one's soul. Han Jing checked the date on his phone, and it was only three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival. He could say that it was more than half a month, about nineteen days since he had come across the 'game' that had changed his life for…
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People could say one thing and still do the exact opposite of what they said. That was a problem that emerged when her gaze fixed as several men came onto her at once and Iolanthe Sargon reflexively froze, her jaw tightened and she prepared for the worst—an Archer had one arrow nocked in their bow. One wrong move really did spell out her end, until a voice spoke up amidst the traitorous crowd. "Hah… Humans really are disgusting." The voice had a touch of scorn and before she could figure out where…
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"What?" The Headmaster stared at his grandson with a frown on his face. "Those two bumbling idiots were people under the castle and were employed by His Majesty Sargon?" Professor Owen nodded. "They came from the King himself—I saw the brooch. Not simply attendants that by chance are located in the castle, but personal people who report to His Majesty himself." "But their arrival was not related to the House of Crowel's own arrival?" "No, Headmaster." At least not exactly. The older man, once a…
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In the cold wake of the night, Iolathane Sargon had her cloak draped over her shoulders and travelled on horseback through the city—she had a tassel in her hand and gripped it tightly. It was supposed to be easy to escape when you had a Lord backing you. But then the Princess saw things that she thought weren't supposed to be happening in the city of Gloria. There were buildings in terrible conditions, a number of beggars that littered the street. Her gaze flitted amongst the streets and then caught…
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The moment that the Lady of Crowel House got nearly thrown into the air by a stranger—Han was already pouring coins into his pockets. Everybody else's attention was on them and he could place his money into his Inventory with little trouble. And then he felt ridiculous. Money was money, but… he glanced back and saw the crowd and the confrontation happening between the Lady and Timothy. The Lady should have hidden the necklace instead of keeping it out in the open—but it didn't mean that he didn't…
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The Headmaster and the Professors didn't dine with the Lady of the Crowel House in person—especially when they realized what the real reason was for the Lady's visit. They tasked only a few Professors to watch over the Lady whilst the Headmaster and his wife talked with their grandson. Swordsman Uriel was eating heartily at the dining hall when the trouble around Lady Crowel and Han occurred. His fellow Professor spoke up, "Ah, do you think we should intervene with that?" The Wizard Lavelda asked and…
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Becky had finished haranguing the shopkeeper and prevailed on them—it was a natural event. And what she now focused her attention to was the Academy up ahead. The young woman drove on her cart and trudged closer to it amidst the foot traffic and other carts and carriages. Her gaze pierced through the sky, and she spoke to herself. "What do you think, Betsy? Are they up to any trouble this time around?" It helped ease the pain when she pretended to speak to her old friend, but how could she even speak to…
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