William Anderson
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When I had my stomach full and satisfied, I left the cafeteria and headed toward the main academy building. It was a fresh morning. The weather was clear and cool. The grass on the ground waved from time to time whenever a gentle gust of wind passed by, tossing the broken flower petals in the air and hurling them up in the vast sky. It was around 9:45 and the number of students on the grounds was increasing. Some of the students who had just woken up were rushing into the cafe for breakfast, those who…
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With the help of the medical staff at the academy and their advanced healing potions and medicines, I fully recovered in a span of two days. All my wounds had healed, the bones which had fractured were now as good as before, and the skinned flesh had also grown back. It was a breathtaking experience. I mean, it would've taken me months to recover from a condition like this in my former world. Here, however, with the help of magic and potions, it was easy. Though it doesn't change the fact that it cost me…
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"You were gone for a week, and you faked your death—no, wait. Was that really faking? If so, it was genuinely a good one; at that time when the room blew up, I thought you were dead for real! And now that you've come back, you're covered in bandages from head to toe. Just what the hell were you doing?!" I waited for her to quiet down, her trembling was visible in her voice as the tone of it was shaking. I could roughly guess that she didn't want to ask me all this, but ended up doing it anyway. But…
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"You would've got me killed if you applied the same reasoning, but I was being kidnapped for real!" I stated. "That's entirely wrong; no one in their right mind would signal to leave when they're getting abducted, albeit when it is just what they want," he corrected. "Even so—" "Enough! I won't be answering any more of your questions. I had no need to answer this too, but I did, so be thankful for that and keep quiet," he said, gesturing to me to shut my mouth by putting his index finger in front of…
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"What I want is the truth. The truth about Challes," he declared as he fiddled and played with the transaction card he had in his hands. "What do you want to know about him?" I appealed, my face expressionless as I took hold of all my feelings and locked them aside. "Is he a dead man now?" he began, firing his first question. I stopped and thought for a while, then with a pause I said. "... He is." His gaze dropped, and he no longer played with the card, instead, he let out a breath. It wasn't a breath…
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It was a stupid idea, a very, very stupid idea. I can pass it off by saying that I was not in the right state of mind due to the stress and tiredness taking over me, but that will be me just making excuses. What's done is done, and no use crying over spilled milk. The most I can do is figure out how to clean that spilled milk, rather than worrying about what I should've done to keep it from happening. The gears in my mind were beginning to move again, and I started cooking up multiple ways to counter my…
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On a wooden bench at the end of the room there sat a boy with rugged clothes. He…was Zero. Dressed in the academy uniform with torn edges, the shirt had no arms and a huge part of the pants was missing too. On top of that, he was covered in bandages, lots of bandages. His hair was dirty, mixed with mud and dust, and was growing unevenly. There were cuts and scratches on his face, along with the dirt that washed it over. When Anya entered the room, he looked to the side after the sound of the door…
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"This! This is…amazing! I can't even describe it in words, that's how much of a wonder this thing is! Truly! There would have been wars if there had been something like THIS back in my time! I am not even lying." You might think Req was praising an all-powerful weapon, or something similar, but you are wrong. That was just the cotton candy in her hands. I tried refusing to buy her that as I didn't want to leave any trace of me in the city, but she was persistent. Then I gave it a bit of thought and…
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What she said was interesting partly because it was not in the novel. And anything I was unaware of was crucial to me and something I needed to know. I can't afford to give up on any piece of information, as I don't know when I might need it. I got about all of what she said, but there was still one thing remaining that puzzled me. "According to you, our souls have combined and turned into one single soul. Then why didn't I turn into a sword or am not able to switch forms as you can do, transform into a…
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The wagon shook in a jolted motion as the wheel stumbled upon a rock on the unpaved path, thus, knocking me out of my thoughts and snapping me back to reality. It was night, a cool, comfy, and peaceful night—like the perfect nights you see in those fantasy storybooks. The sky, dyed in black with a tinge of denim, was wrapped in a blanket of gleaming, twinkling stars. The weather was clear too, and the moon was enlightening the world with the rays it borrowed from the sun. We were passing through an…
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