Michael Davis
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"A Moon fragment..." Hael mumbled in shock, bubbles spilling out of his mouth as he looked at the half-moon-shaped crystal in front of him. It was an object that wasn't meant to be, a discovery which seemingly made all his knowledge of the world's history go to waste. He knew well there were only four moon fragments present in this world, and each moon fragment was kept and safely guarded by the four kingdoms of Aetheria. It had never been heard of before any of the kingdoms fighting to possess a…
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The Winterfall dynasty was no different from the other dynasties when it comes to kingship and the way the throne is inherited. It is only the one fittest for the kingship, and most beloved by the people, that would be given the position. To prevent conflict from arising, the king tries his best to raise his first son and teach him to be more exceptional with age and experience. Most likely, the first son will be the one to inherit the throne, and the most beloved to the people, having fought battles…
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The guttural voice rang out in the throne room, its power and ferocity akin to lightning that shook the very foundation of the entire Winterfall dynasty. Standing up from the throne, Vuernech's hair danced in the air, his eyes flashing an intense red from anger. Beside him, his two sons rose up into the air, clothed in powerful blue-colored armors inscribed in various runic lines. "Father..." The voice rang out from behind as Vuernech's hands reached for the door, halted, and turned his head to…
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"Have you ever drowned before?" Hands swaying erratically, trying to reach that light that flickers—the only sense of hope present in the world to you at that moment, the only thing that ever mattered. Yet, it is all for naught as those icy depths drag you further and further away from it. That beast you never knew you had fought a good battle, but lost. And then they began flashing before your very eyes. Memories... ---------- "Our Winterfall Dynasty had stood unfelled ever since the dawn…
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George was about to go grab Ken by the scruff of his neck when the thermite ignited. Ken saw the initial flash and bolted away as fast as his wings could carry him. Normally, thermite wasn’t particularly explosive. However, three hundred pounds of white hot metal burning through a boat into the lake below was bound to have some unexpected consequences. At first the powder burned slowly, throwing off white and red sparks. Then the reaction began to accelerate. When the mixture burned through to the water…-
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Even with the collapsed tent and the mysterious disappearance of his glasses, Bael had to admit that he was enjoying the camping trip. After a few minor setbacks things had settled into comfortable boredom. They went for a walk around the lake and talked about the books they were reading. Bael was currently trying to wrap his head around the book that was Six’s latest obsession. “So, the rabbit is a vampire?” “Yep,” Six informed him, “But he doesn’t eat people. He drains the juice from…
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Setting up their campsite went fine, until it came time to deal with their tent. Bael had read the instructions, seen the collapsible poles for the menace they were, and decided to do things his own way. It didn’t end well. The demon furiously scribbled reminders in his notebook as he worked to erect the tent. Somehow, even though he was creating the poles and stakes using his own magic, parts were missing. By the time he finished putting it up, the tent was leaning to one side and half the stakes had…
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The man working the campground check-in booth had been saddled with the name “Ignacy” at birth. He had never forgiven the universe for that slight and grown up to be a vicious, petty man. It had been given with love by his Polish parents, who thought it was a strong name for a boy. But children could be cruel, and Ignacy wasn’t very good with people at the best of times. Most of his co-workers were decent sorts. They were the kind of people who loved nature and the great outdoors. Ignacy hated…
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At first, Six had assumed that Bael was summoning the sweet disasters by accident. Eventually she came to realize that it was part of a wider plan. The first one had caught them off guard, but the rest were being used to drain the Om-Nom-Nomicon of its remaining power. The snacks were just an unexpected perk. As she sat on a rock, eating a shrimp tempura the size of her head, Six reflected on the book at her feet. Murphy had made his way back up the mountain, apparently no worse for wear, and was doing…
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The Om-Nom-Nomicon was overjoyed to have been chosen by such a powerful young witch. It had found its way to the truck stop as most things did, by falling through a weak spot in reality. Normally, it would have had a hard time entering the mortal world. But something had been weakening the barriers between reality and the void faster than they could be patched up. Lou would eventually realize that his favorite cookbook was missing. If the cosmic repair creature hadn’t been so overworked he would…
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