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Тэд хоёул амьсгаадсаар сэрэхдээ далайн эрэг дээр юу ч үгүй норчихсон хэвтэж байлаа. Мэдээж Тэхён түүнийг аварсан бөгөөд багадаа усан сэлэлтийн аварга байсан тулдаа л Жонгүгийг татаж гаргасан юм. Тэгээгүй бол одоо хэн нь үхчихсэн байх биз. Мөн саяны болсон бүх зүйл зүгээр зүүд байсан байх нь. Тэр өөртөө түүнийг үхээд ч хамаагүй хамгаална гэж өөртөө амалсан. Үүндээ ч хүрэх болно.
" Жонгүг зүгээр биздээ? Амьсгалж чадах нуу? Яг одоо эмнэлэг явцгаая."
" Яаж байгаа юм! Яагаад намайг аварч байгаа юм гэж байна! Би үнэхээр чамайг дахиж харахыг хүсээгүй юмсан... ЧАМАЙГ ЖАРГАЛТАЙ БАЙГААСАЙ ГЭЭД ОРХИЖ БАЙХАД ЯАГААД НАДТАЙ ЗУУРАЛДААД БАЙГАА ЮМ БЭ! НАМАЙГ БУУЛГАДАХ, БИ ЧАМТАЙ ЯВАХГҮЙ! ТЭР ХАРААЛ ИДСЭН ЭМНЭЛЭГТ ЧИНЬ ОЧИХГҮЙ ГЭЖ БАЙНА!"
Тэхён түүнийг мөрөн дээрээ тохоод машин руугаа алхаж эхэлсэнд Жонгүг тийчигнэсээр буулгахыг шаардах бол Тэхён огтхон ч тоосон шинжгүй явсаар машиндаа оруулан хоёр гарыг нь тэлээгээр хүлж орхисон юм.
" Би ууртай байна. Тиймээс битгий зөрүүдлээд бай! Эмнэлэгт очмооргүй байгаа юм бол гэрт хүргээд өгье."
" Үнэхээр тоглоод байна уу! Намайг тайван орхиод өгөөч гэсэн болхоос гэрт чинь очмоор байна гээгүй шдээ!"
Жонгүг тийчигнэн юу хамаагүй хөшиглөж эхэлсэнд Тэхён нэг муухай хараад түүнийг хөлдөөж орхив. Тэхёны харц хэтэрхий аймшигтай байсан болоод ч тэр үү, Жонгүг нэгсэгтээ л хөдөлгөөнгүй байсан юм.
" Ирчихлээ. Буу-... Уурлаад л байсан аль хэдийн унтчихжээ?"
Тэхён толгой сэгсэрсээр инээд алдан Жонгүгийг хоёр гар дээрээ өргөөд цахилгаан шатанд суух нь тэр. Тэгсэн удалгүй баахан хөгшчүүд орж ирээд тэднийг муулаад унасанд Жонгүг яахын аргагүй сэрж орхив.
" Одооны энэ залуусыг уу? Эр эм нь мэдэгдэхгүй хоорондоо дурлалцаад л. Хөгшин хүнийг ч хүндлэхгүй нялуурцгаагаад байхыг нь яана!"
" Хэлээд юу гэхэв. Энэ залуу уг нь царайлаг юм даанч гаж сонирхолтой бололтой."
" Царайлаг залуус нь бүгд хоорондоо суучихаар хөөрхий муу охидууд минь яана даа? Тэдний дундаас юу гарна гэж үерхээд байдаг байна аа!"
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" Уучилаарай авгай нараа, та нар миний залууг сэрээчихсэн учраас одоо надаас уучилалт гуйх хэрэгтэй болждээ?"
Тэхён өөртөө итгэлтэй нь аргагүй ингэж хэлээд нэг л ширүүн харсанд өнөөх ам хуурайгүй чалчиж байсан эмээ нар уучилалт гуйн буугаад явчихав. Тэхён ийм л хүчтэй ауратай хүн.
" Хэн чиний залуу гэж! Намайг буулга, би өөрөө явчихаж чадна."
Жонгүгт хэдий энэ бүхэн таалагдаж байсан ч түүний тархи зүрх хоёр хоорондоо тулалдаж тархи нь байнга ялаад байсан юм. Учир нь Жонгүгийн хувьд Тэхён зүгээр л нэг танихгүй хүн. Харин Тэхёны хувьд тийм биш. Жонгүг бол түүний бүх зүйл, амь амьдрал.
" Буулгахгүй гэж байна. Ханиад хүрчихвэл намайг яа гээв! Би чиний өвдөлтөөс хэд дахин илүүг мэдэрдэг. Чамайг уйлах юм уу, өвдөх үед надад хэд дахин нугалж ирдэг гээд байна."
Тэхён түүнээс хэд дахин хүчтэй учир түүнийг яаж ч тийчигнэсэн буулгахгүй явсаар гэртээ орж ирэн орон дээр зөөлөн хэвтүүлэх нь тэр. Жонгүг замын турш Тэхёны том шубыг нөмөрч явсан учраас аль хэдийн хатсан байх бол Тэхёны үснээс одоо болтол ус тусалсаар байсан юм. Тэр Жонгүгт ийм л их хайртай.
"Хөөё, намайг ингэж халамжлахаасаа өмнө өөртөө анхаарал тавибал яаж байна? Би биш чи л өвдөх юм шиг харагдаад байна даа?"
Тэхён түүнийг учир зүггүй хучаад унасанд Жонгүг яахын аргагүй ийн хэлээд усанд орохыг зөвлөх бол Тэхён сонссон ч янзгүй түүнийг үргэлжлүүлэн бөөцийлсөөр байсан юм.
" Бурхан минь, би ямар бөмбөг үү! Чи намайг хөдөлж ч чадахааргүй болгочихлоо! Яг одоо энэ даавуунуудаа тайл гэж байна!"
" Нэгт чи амаа татаж болох уу? Хоёрт битгий надад анхаарал тавиад бай. Гуравт наадах чинь даавуу биш хөнжил. Дөрөвт би одоо шөл хийх учраас надад саад болоод үзээрэй. Эс тэгвээс амыг чинь ч бас уячихна гэж мэд!"
Тэхён ямар ч хувиралгүй хоолойгоор ийн хэлээд Жонгүг руу өнөөх л аймар харцаараа төөнөөд эхэлсэнд Жонгүг яахын аргагүй толгой дохих нь тэр. Гэвч удалгүй тэрээр ухаан алдаад уначихсан юм.
" Яаа! Новш гэж, яг ингэх гээд байсан юм! Би одоо яаж хөдлөх юм бээ!"
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Sorcery in Boston
The timid daughter of some of the greatest spellcasters ever to have lived has found herself in another world, courtesy of magic gone awry. In Boston, Massachusetts, in the year 1935, she finds some kind souls in a hard era. In the heart of the Great Depression, as war looms around the corner, she seeks to find her place, and must come to terms with both who she is and what she truly desires. Author's Notes: Release Note: I recently realized what the hold up is. My current mental state is not compatible with the planned ending. If I wrote the ending according to what currently feels right, it will be a wretched, cruel ending that feels monstrously unfair and invalidates the work of the various characters... because that's how my life feels at the moment. The planned ending is coming out hollow and awkward, no matter how I write it, and so I've been bashing my head. I will finish it, once I manage to either brute force something decent out, or once my head gets screwed on straight. Audience: This story is not for young children - it contains some profanity, sexual content, violence, gore, and significant adult themes. Most of these are handled delicately enough not to upset teens or adults (hopefully), hence the lack of relevant tags, but it is nonetheless unsuitable for youth. It's fairly slow paced, and focused on the development of very human, very flawed individuals. Length / Completion Estimates: The outline currently involves two books. Book 1 is expected to be done with Chapter 43. It'll probably be completely finished by sometime in March of this year. I expect to move on to the far-more-lighthearted Of Gods and Dungeons (currently in progress / on hiatus). Afterwards, I may decide to redo Book 1, or write Book 2, or actually start sharing the story most dear to me, that I've been working on for several years now. Draft 1: Please be aware that this is first draft material. I do intend to come back to do a second draft after the story is complete. If anyone notices any issues whatsoever with the story, please let me know (pm, etc) so that I can improve the second draft. Writer's Pledge: I've taken the Writer's Pledge, meaning I'm commiting to completing this story. I'm a proud member of WriTE, a group dedicated to finishing stories. It will be done! Behind the Scenes notes: This picture was commissioned from an inked artist by the name of DanP. Up until the time of the protagonist's arrival, history has proceeded as before. Some places and characters have been borrowed from wikipedia entries of interesting figures from the time. I will make note in the chapter comments when such things come up. Naturally, I've taken a great deal of liberty with them. In interest of respecting individuals, I've either attempted to portray them as accurately as possible, or modified them sufficiently enough that they're simply an inspiration, instead of a real portrayal. I've attempted to be as accurate to the era as possible, but I'm not a historian. If you're aware of inaccuracies, please, bring them to my attention so that I can correct them.
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Infracto Animo
Pain. Lies. Betrayal. Deceit. Struggles. Sufferings. Humans are an Embodiment of Sin. They Lie, Cheat, Steal, Kill, Threaten, Rape, Betray, and Blackmail. All of this in order to sate their Greed, their Lust, their Envy, their Wrath, their Laziness, their Gluttony and their Pride. As such, Humans go to incredible lengths to achieve their goals. This reaches the point where it can be called "Inhumane". But if Humans are an Embodiment of Sin, is there really such a thing called "Inhumane"? They say "God created us all equal." and "We are equal in God's eyes." yet why are there many people who are poor, sickly and deformed. Did they do something to be punished as such? Even before they were born? Is there really such a thing called "Equality"? Is there really such a thing called "Peace"? Is there really such a thing called "God"? This is a story about the pain, struggles and sufferings of a man bound in a loop of never ending hatred and betrayal. Will he break the loop and end his ordeals? Or will he accept his fate and accept the loop? Light and Dark; Good and Bad; Angels and Demons; Abyss or Utopia. What will the man choose? Succumb to Darkness or reach out towards the Light. Now his story begins... This story is pretty grim and depressing with vivid violence (gore on the later part). Sexual content is included but I don't plan on making this an ero-novel so it will just involve rape and (not-so)normal intercourse. MC starts normal and simple then turns anti-hero but... well, let's just say he won't stay that way but he also won't be a "good guy". Just a HEADS UP, I am not into satanism or cults or anti-christ but some themes and dialogues here are related to demons and stuff like that so to those who will read this, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. This story is a fictional novel by which is created by the author's own words and thoughts. Any person, circumstances or happenings that are written here is purely fictional and does not relate to anything that might coincide with the plot settings and characters of this story. This story is the manifestation of the author's (my) own understanding of pain, deceit, struggles, betrayal and suffering but it does not represent the author's (my) own experiences in life.
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WWII is nearing its close, people are rejoicing as they can finally start to relive a life free of war for a time, however a new world one riddled with war, will envolope earth in a conflict it never thought was possible. This world, the world of swords, is the spark of a new age. One of both science and magic.
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