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Chapter 5 - Raze
Chapter 5 - Hex 2 The atmosphere within the Magma changes once the brawl has been broken up. At first, I expect it is just a result of fading excitement, but then the first men begin to rise. A strong, quiet type sitting by Aduren peers subtly out the tavern’s two front windows. He does not seem the kind of man to suck up to a brash idiot who has dubbed himself a hero. No, by this time in his perhaps thirty years of life he will have decided himself above the foolishness of childish legend. Both men disgust me.
By Quinn Rocklinone5 years ago in Futurism
The Edge of Night
Chapter 1 The moon hung in the sky as a sentinel watching the lonely countryside below. Aelhar crouched in a small grove with thickets on each side of him watching the barely perceptible trail below. It was a trail rarely traveled by ordinary folks. Aelhar was a part of an organization known as the Dark Watch of the Kingdom of Aepsalon. The Dark Watch had many layers, the watchmen in each town, village and hamlet, vales, the watchers located in watch towers between the towns, villages, and hamlets, vales, and farmsteads. The next layer were the foresters and wardens who were assigned to the woods and forests of the kingdom. Aelhar was a first-class forester and his mentor and friend Vordecai was his warden. Vordecai had several foresters in his ward. The last layer were the rangers who watched and defended the borders of the kingdom.
By Sherrie Lynn Hibbs5 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 4 - Acquiescence
Chapter 4 - Malthen 1 The blood crusted pelt of a northern squirrel is not so rough as the hardened leather into which it will be fashioned. It is not so rough as the whip or shackle it may become. Most of the men meandering through Kitford’s sunset market have never felt the rasp and sting of either, but I remember both all too well. Only six short months have passed since I slipped the noose of bondage, and already I perpetuate the system - selling hide to the tanner. Ironic how fate reminds you of your place. The free world is marvelous, however, and I will not let fate keep me from tonight’s revelries. It is rumored that an official of house Carsus is visiting with this small town’s mayor today, and that means celebration. In all my time with Pa Grayson, the family never missed an opportunity to celebrate exotic company. For better or for worse, the expansive continent which lies outside the Grayson house is revealing itself to be much like what lies inside. Perhaps, people are the same all over the world. I have only begun my travels, but I intend to personally investigate this notion.
By Quinn Rocklinone5 years ago in Futurism
The Dragon King
Power meant everything in this world. The strong vilified the weak and the weak suffered under the strong. That has been the rules for the longest until one man changed them entirely. What people did not know is that being weak is not a weakness, but a strength. When you are weak they think less of you. They believe that you will never achieve anything in life. That you will be always at the bottom but that is not always the case. Basileus Draconian showed them that just because you are weak, does not mean you cannot become stronger. They said he was worthless and his response was for now. They said he was powerless and his response was for now. He did not have anyone to believe in him, so he believed in himself. He worked his ass off training to become the best. To be stronger than those who are strong. To become king. That was his goal and he has achieved that. He is known as the Dragon King and its time the rest of the world knew too.
By Malik Toppins5 years ago in Futurism
Chapter 3 - Vehemence
Chapter 3 - Aduren 1 In the days before I began my travels, I would often find myself gritting my teeth against torn and bloody hands - ripped apart by the rough hilt of a training blade. I would grimace and hold my tongue, swearing to Cog that one day the blood staining my clothes would not be mine, but that of my enemies. Today I can’t tell. The vibrant green leaves strewn about the forest floor are splashed with red, especially the stretch between myself and my enemy. Today the almighty Selune has tested my strength against the great Tapire that lies wheezing not three meters away. It’s head rests atop a gnarled root. The same one that nearly cost me my life minutes earlier. It will not look at me as it dies, but still I glare into its eyes. Daring it to challenge me further. I shudder with excitement when it does not.
By Quinn Rocklinone5 years ago in Futurism
Revenge
I was a killer, I would kill again if I was ordered to. The feeling was outstanding, my hands and feet tingled the moment their heads come off. But why do I feel terrible? I don't think I have ever felt guilt before, it really is an odd feeling. When I was younger my father told me that having feelings were irrelevant for werewolf's like us. No one in the town trusted us, and the humans would rather see us burn then give us the rights we deserve. After all we did not choose this life, nor did our ancestors. For a matter of fact, I don't think anyone knows why we are the way we are. My father used to tell me stories of the older wolfs, or lycanthropy if you prefer the traditional name. He said "Our ancestors used to only turn on the full moon" I remember thinking how lucky they were, it would be so easy to hide myself if that was the case. But over time I guess we got more angry at the humans, and now we turn whenever our blood starts to boil. As I got older I became the trouble to my father. I got into fights all the time, even punched a teacher of mine at one point, And that was only when I was in grade school. Going into high school was hard, at the beginning I was okay but teenagers annoy me, and I felt like I was much older then the rest. Sometimes my father was right when he told me I was just like him, But I have been around a lot of monsters, he is no different then the last. I don't know if I would consider myself a monster, not after my last kill. It was the guilt that changed myself, I used to wake up wanting it but now I feel like I'd rather die then hunt another down again.
By Dana Bergstrasser5 years ago in Futurism
