Patricia Moore
Stories
14
Chapters
5,808
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3.9 M
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Reading
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October 23rd, 2088 Terra’s POV In the bustling port-city of Malkith, a child was desperately running down a deserted alley. She was truly cute, with short green hair in a pixie cut over her short pointy ears and big chocolate brown eyes set in her heart-shaped face. She had simple shorts and a tunic on over her smooth pale skin along with strapped sandals that had small wings made from actual feathers on her small feet. Her age appeared to be around 10 years old and her overall…
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October 13th, 2088 Terra’s POV It has been a week since the bank robbery incident. Thankfully, Hikari seems to be fine psychologically. I guess that my timely intervention along with her naturally upbeat personality has made it possible to bounce back easily. We were even able to successfully choose a puppy the next day for her. Much to my dismay, she fell in love with a basset hound puppy that looked eerily similar to a certain bounty hunter nemesis of mine. She even named him Snoozer…
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October 7th, 2088 ZZZZZZZZZ….. *Thump* “Minato wake up!” Someone is freely hitting me with a pillow as I sleep. I reluctantly opened my eyes to see Hikari standing there in her school uniform with a pillow in her hand. “Get up Minato and get ready. I’ve prepared breakfast downstairs, so hurry up or we’ll be late to school!” She cheerfully said that as she left my room after giving me one last whack with the pillow to make sure I was awake. Despite all that “ojou-sama…
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October 6th, 2088 The reason for my despair had arrived this morning in the mail, about 2 weeks after my infiltration at Japan’s Rising Idol. It was a contract for Japan’s Rising Idol, apparently I had qualified. I shortly afterwards got a call from the studio and was given the details about shooting for the upcoming season. All competitors actually got paid an impressive amount for appearing on the show and their chances of getting scouted by other talent studios increase tremendously even if…
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October 6th, 2088 Terra’s POV “WELCOME TO THE BLOODMOON ARENA!!!!!! ARE YOU ALL PREPARED TO SEE SOME VIOLENCE!?!?!” In response to the announcer’s yells, a coliseum filled with close to 30,000 people roared. It was a panoply of various species all united in their desire to see some blood. I could even pick out some hooded hobgoblins who likely hailed from the Savage Empire, the largest “uncivilized” nation composed of mainly hobgoblins that is always fighting with the…
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September 22nd, 2088 Terra’s POV NEVER AGAIN. After suffering through that personality and singing evaluation at Japan’s Rising Idol I have decided never again to gender-swap. I knew it was going to be tough based on my practices at being a girl during the week leading up to the audition, but those damn judges’ questions really cut me deep. I had originally planned to have a real upbeat and chipper personality in order to construct a new persona for this body but I couldn’t do it. …
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September 15th, 2088 Terra’s POV It’s been two weeks since the start of school and I am currently standing outside of True Talent Studio, sponsors and creators of Japan’s Rising Idol. They are the number 1 talent agency in the country and the place where most of the top idols have hailed from for the last 20 years. I stared at the skyscraper as I sipped a coffee at a shop across the street. Specifically, I am scouting out the 15th floor, where the Japan’s Rising Idol production set…
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September 1st, 2088 It’s the first day of high school and I am dozing off during the entrance ceremony. The Student Council’s speeches are taking way too damn long. After what seemed like an eternity, it was finally over and the students were sent to their homerooms. I took my assigned seat next to the window in the back of the room. The seat to my right was unoccupied, while the one in front of me was occupied by Reiji. It was an absolutely perfect set-up, so I was in a rather good mood. …
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August 31st, 2088 Summer vacation has ended and the first day of high school starts tomorrow. The carefree vacation that I was enjoying after the Alfenox bounty changed into an intense investigation into the origin of the shotgun after the slaver raid. Attempts of psychometry on the shotgun to find the supplier failed. The person who gave it to the slaver had high level magical interference set-up, so I saw nothing but static where the supplier was supposed to be during the playback. Only a…
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August 20th, 2088 I managed to save Kira and Grandma Kuma, but that terrible emptiness persisted. Based off of the last time this happened, I won’t recover for a while. But there was something far more concerning (although I couldn’t feel concern at the moment), based on the information I extracted from the dead slaver’s soul. That’s right, those men weren’t bandits but were in fact heretics known in this world as slavers. In this world there is only one religion, a monotheistic…
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