William Anderson
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*Click* The door closed. Isabella removed the cloth covering her face. The fragrance of what seemed like a dozen different breeds of flowers- both wild and cultivated- hit her nostrils. Even a village girl like her could only distinguish three out of them. *Sniff* But she couldn’t lose to some flowers, could she? “Watch out, girl! I am experimenting with poisons; death might not be the worst case scenario.” She hurriedly covered her nose and looked towards the one who spoke. It was none other…-
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“But…” She avoided his eyes. He pushed her and got on top of the table- on top of her. He locked both of her wrists with one of his hands and pressed them down on the wooden table over her head, both of his knees lied between her legs, his free hand caressing her cheeks. “But what?” He asked. “What’s your excuse?” She tried to free herself, push him away. But alas, her efforts were futile. To her surprise, the young man who seemed and sounded half her age was stronger. She gave up and…
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Noontime. Contrary to the white scenery of Belfort, the Belford Mansion was fraught with greenery- as if frigid year did not hit it at all. The household was serene. But- “Malady! Malady!” A young maid charged through the corridors. None in the way tried to stop her because she was the life of the house and was heavily doted by the lady of the house. The maid pushed through the door and entered an extravagantly decorated room. A charming middle aged woman was sitting on the sofa with her eyes…
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“Use a spell, hit me.” Both of them went back to the scene. Adrian stood beside the body of the caster he stole that sword from and gave the order. “Are you sure?” Rosalyn squinted. “Don’t complain to master later.” She brought forth her hand. A complex white circle formed in the air. It began to spin in an extremely high speed. “Not the Hurricane Drill, YOU BITCH!” ****** The principal of the Royal Academy of Nemphis, Rastia Bell was sitting at the head of a long table. The walls…
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Evening, the night was fast approaching. The ‘Jungle Stroll’ had begun. All of the 14 students were confiscated of their weapons and other belongings, and thrown into the cold and dark Shalborn forest. Adrian walked through the forest for a bit before picking a spot beside a frozen lake and lying down. He closed his eyes, but did not fall asleep. Night fell as the sun ran away. The shy moon was hiding behind the clouds. The already dark and cold forest became even more so. But it did not bother…
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*Neigh* Half a dozen of red and fiery flamehorses were pulling a grand carriage. The four winged Griffin on the insignia signified that the carriage belonged to the Royal Academy of Nemphis. The six magical beasts were stronger, bigger and faster than their general counterparts. The intense heat they emitted not only melted the thick frigid snow, it vaporised them; the steamy fog made the sight even more grand and mysterious. The coach came to a halt at the Academy outpost of Shalborn forest. There was…
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The last class of first year. Dolf Ironcross, the incarnate of nobility itself, was questioning himself. Last night, when he went out of his dorm room to relieve himself, he suddenly saw a flash. The next thing he remembered was waking up in the dawn on the corridor. Thankfully, nobody noticed him. But the thing that disturbed him the most was that instructor Bell came in her dreams. And she was naked! He was absolutely sure that he never had any sort of attachment towards his teacher. So, why did he…
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The arena. But unlike the day of the tournament, the stands were completely empty. Only three people composed the entirety of the audience- Instructor Bell, First year student Isabella Hunt and Instructor Tirov, a white haired old man- who were sitting in VIP room 2. “Little girl, you should learn to accept defeats.” The old man laughed. “It is not about my defeat, instructor Tirov, it never was. I just want to end this.” Abegail shook her head. “I would have understood if this lass here were…
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1st place- Sirius Blue 2nd place- Dolf Ironcross 3rd place- Cornelia De Recruz … Abegail was a bit disappointed. This was probably the first time ever that someone who was not from the Griffin class won the tournament. But once she looked at the two sitting beside her, she thought that this whole tournament was nothing but a farce. The tournament was over. Everyone started to leave the arena. But not the audience in room 4 of the VIP lounge. Nor Abegail, neither Isabella dared to stand up from…
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Half a year passed- the green landscape turned white from the barrage of cottony snowfalls, the students and teachers alike began to wear coats made of icefox fur and they would have to wear those for one whole year. The residents of Fredrick House turned 17 somewhere along those six months. The young man, the master was basking in the darkness of the cold night at the veranda and the girl, the maid finished her work for the day. “Young master.” She approached him. Her call was met with…
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