《The Elemental Chronicles》the silver sword (part 1)
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Alen's POV
I woke up in a deep ravine after that i saw the things around me and got the idea of what happened. i fell in the ravine when i was observing the giant sword and..... wait i remember i fell near the gaint sword but it was gone,i searched for it all everywhere in the ravine but i couldn't find it, the ony thing i found was a cave, but the walls of the cave itself was made of ice while being illuminated by mooflower, moonflower is a flower which only has one requirement to grow and illuminates its surrounding, it got its name over moon as it send light to places where sun can't.
[Author's note: thats not true its just what people thing as the are not that developed.]
"I remember seeing a gaint sword or was i delusional, no if i was then there had been no memory of me touching the sword during my fall."
i remember thust my sword on the rock sword when falling to break my fall but the result was my sword ended up snapped in half. Also how can there be ice here in the middle of summer, from what i remember the cave is already pretty deep and since the core of land got fire and earth mana the deeper you go the hotter it becomes and so how is an ice drake resides here?
'Mana' it is the thread that builds the world and all the wonders in it. Humans and demi humans aside all the being in this world are pure mana of a kind but humans and demi humans have ability to think and to support this ability they need soul but for a vessel to contain a soul which is already pure mana the body of a human or demi human is made of a combination of mana.
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Mana is vastly categorised in the different elements of the world for example: Fire, Water, Earth etc.
While thinking that a drake which could be said as a stage before a dragon matures was too rare to be found so easily, I decided to go in the cave full of ice and investigate but luck never follows my trail and there was an ice dragon.
"What did i do to deserve this?"
I was lucky enough it was deep sleep, as dragons have a high amount of vitality* they do like to sleep a lot to pass their time.
[*Author's note: vitality here means lifespans]
I decided to return the momment i saw those silver scales all over the back while having two pairs of fully wings and a pair which is still developing which shows that this dragon have lived over 700 years.
[Auther's note: the longer the dragons live the more pairs of fully grown wings they have.]
I wandered my way around in the cave for hours 'cuz of an uncetainity which is an earthquake which caused the exit to colapse as it was hardly even supported.
"Me and my rotten luck...."
After a bit of silence i decided to search for an exit while being carefull if the dragon woke up and i saw it a small sparke of light which came through a hole and was reflected by the ice, i was only able to notice it as it was much more bright than the moonflower.
I ran to the wall while digging my way through i got to a dangerous but beautifull place. It was a huge cave which had a huge chunjk no flower of ice which had a sword embedded* in it but the place was covered with lava, it was a beatiful yet destructive scenery of fire and ice.
[Authors note: i didnt know better word (T^T)]
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Nercokitty!
Legend says, when a cat lives 9 lifes till its natural end. The age and weight of its soul when buired in the soil is too aged for the world to accept. So, a burst of nercomany rises all around it. Leaving the earth under it twisted and haunted by the dead. Where every body not laid to rest propely will rise. What is left behind is a spirt that takes the form of a small black cat, its body and mind one of its old lifes. A wise, old being with acess to hauntingly powerful magic. Like a kitsune, its tail shows its age and power. Legend says, a black cat with two tails can humble a dragon. Legend says, never cross a cat with two tails. For the gods shall not have the power to stich your soul back together. This Nekomata... Is a fucking spoiled little shit.
8 90Cerberus Wakes
The Paramountcy made her. Now they want her gone. When a force of augmented soldiers successfully took down an enemy leadership cell for the Paramountcy in Power, Alex Marlboro, the gritty female commander of Team Cerberus was certain the perks and rewards would soon tumble in. But as their celebration was well underway, events turned macabre and twisted. The squad dissolved. Then one by one, team members went missing. Targeted. As deep tragedy struck her friends and loved ones, Alex was forced to confront the shocking truth about their patrons . . . But that was only the start. The chems that had kept them alive were cut off. She and the remnants of Cerberus had days to live before being eaten alive by their own bodies. Will she have enough time to uncover the invisible hands behind the murders and exact her revenge? This is a cyberpunk tale of betrayal, avarice, and vengeance, replete with hi-tech and low-lives.
8 185Moonshot
Gregarious businessman Evin Tumble is fascinated by the sudden and inexplicable appearance of a low-orbiting moon. Specifically, he's interested in shooting it down with a giant cannon. The moon is only about eight miles overhead, but it's high enough and quick enough that nobody can reach it by balloon or airship. He hires our protagonists: taciturn Iseult Morrin, cheerful Sean Whelan, and nervous Íde Ceallaigh, to help him with his obsession. As our heroes are dispersed across the continent to perform tasks for Tumble, and the moon-hunt draws closer, they become increasingly suspicious of their benefactor's motives and true nature. Moonshot is a story centred around struggling with confidence, the difficulty of being an immigrant, and the duality of truth, all clad in the trappings of an urban fantasy. It is character-driven, from the heart, and based on tropes and ideas that are missing from a lot of contemporary fantasy (a push beyond the flawless-yet-somehow-still-needs-rescuing-by-an-oafish-man heroine trope, a touch of cosmic magic based on the shared geometries of Celtic and Arab art).
8 116The Going-Home Club
At Palomar High, every student is required to join a club. Neil Velazquez is an incoming senior at this school. From the basket weaving club to the humanist society, he coasted through junior year by lurking in such unrelated, nonserious, and low-commitment groups. He's not interested in participating in any activities. He could care less, and is just looking for a place to fulfill the requirement. He's panicked that all of the easy clubs are disappearing. That's when he stumbles across the "Going-Home Club". It's a club where nothing happens. Absolutely nothing. Vector Attribution: Building Vectors by Vecteezy
8 130Alterea: The JoaT
An average teenager is randomly transported into another world by the whims of a god. Given no reason and no goals to go for, he was forced to start fresh in the beautiful world of Alterea. Bringing with him his averageness and (probably) wise mind, he ventures forth to a path unknown. This fiction was solely made for my own entertainment. Expect amateur writing and mistakes, as well as an inconsistent schedule.
8 208the legend (Completed)
در عجبم بعضی انسان ها تا چه حد میتوانند به خدا نزدیک باشند و در طرفی دیگر انسان های درنده خویی در حال نابودی زندگی یک بنده ی دیگر باشند..(این داستان حمایتتون رو نیاز داره بهش یه شانس بدین از خودش دفاع کنه:))
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