Sarah Thomas
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It was as if a gracious god suddenly pulled the blinds that blocked Fen's sight through his entire life. Even though it was not his first time seeing the member of the opposite sex naked, he definitely never saw a girl dressed in a way that made her even sexier than if she were to appear stark naked! "Hmm?" With their eyes meeting, Firo only turned her head a bit to the side, with a cute expression of slight confusion. At the same time, Fen could feel his face suddenly erupting in fires… just that no…-
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Passing through the huge doors, Fen felt as if he moved from one world to another. With the turmoil of the crowded streets disappearing as soon as the gate was closed behind his back, the young man entered a place that he would never guess to be hidden within such an inconspicuous building. "You are finally back! What the heck took you so long? Do you think running this place is free?" Before Fen could even finish feasting his eyes on the cosiness of this place, an angry female voice pulled his attention…
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"Here, do you want to check it?" Right as the head of the caravan was passing through the city gates, Fen's carriage stopped. But even before the young man could ask why did this happen, a fat man seated in what looked like a mix of horse and some kind of beast approached them before throwing a fat pouch towards Mark. "Nah, I trust you know what will happen if the amount if wrong." Catching the small bag in the air, Fen's saviour only shook it once near his ear, before smiling back at the fat…
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"I'm sorry, but I can't do that." With the caravan now back on the move, Fen could finally rest a bit from all the stress that he had to assimilate in the past few moments. From accepting the cold embrace of the death, through the chanced meeting with someone kind enough to save him, all the way through coming with such obvious lies, only to actually upset his saviour so much… 'If I will ever get out of this pinch alive, I will surely have a great history to tell my children… If I ever get the chance…
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"Calm down. There is no need to be so hasty with the food. We won't take it away from you." Sitting on the edge of one of the many carriages present in the entire caravan, Fen was rapidly tearing the pieces of some kind of meat apart, before swallowing the entire pieces of this nutritious meal. Yet, as easy as it was for someone actually well-fed to speak this advisory bullshit, the situation looked entirely different for the young man. 'He won't take the food back? I would like to see him try!' With…
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'I'm hungry.' This was the one prevailing thought that occupied Fen's mind. With his body already done consuming all the remaining energy, he could only force himself to take one step at a time. Even speaking those thoughts out loud, even if only silently under his nose, would be a waste of the energy he required to push his body for this one more step. 'Eat…' Thinking back, it was already three days since he last had something in his mouth. The food Fen found back in Beyar's hut, lasted him for two…
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A sea of flames. That was the one description that came to Fen's mind when his vision returned. 'Am I dead?' With the memory of his body melting down under the relentless onslaught of flames still vivid in his mind, this was the single explanation that seemed to make any sense. A quick look around only served to confirm that albeit flawed, a sea of flames was what surrounded the young man for as far as his eyes could see. 'So this is where people go after death? Or was the inquisitor actually right…
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"Burn them all!" "Kill the heretics!" "Let them burn!" Hearing those shouts, one might think that it was some anonymous crowd ushering in the tragedy of others. But the reality was far worse, showcasing the true face of humanity to the people strapped to the stakes. "Silence!" A domineering shout of the fat inquisitor instantly managed to put order back into the crowd. In the end, pacifying fearful village folk was far easier than doing the same to the prideful citizens or merchants, not to speak…
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'How could this happen?' Running through the obscure forest path, Fen continued to murmur those words under his breath. Only a small flame lingering on top of his palm served him for a light source. If not for the fact that he used this route many times over in the past, he couldn't just run around nearly-blind while hoping to escape the chase. "Come on, don't slow down," Galia faintly whispered in encouragement. Together they trod forward. "We're almost there!" As silent as her voice was, the young man…
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"You damned cheater!" Hearing the words of his friend, Fen didn't even bother to turn his head around. Every single time he would get greater score during the hunt, Bazil would start the same argument, with the same words, as if hoping that someday Fen would bother to actually admit to cheating. "How many times do I need to repeat myself. It's not like this flame of mine is of any use while hunting!" Raising his free hand to the level of his head, Fen gently blew on the fire covering his palm, instantly…
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