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Julian sat in the sand, staring
at the desolate wasteland that he had begun to consider home. Nothing about it
screamed habitable, but he had ma..
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The summer air beat down on Quentin without mercy, draining him of all his will. Laying in the dead grass beneath his feet, he let out a sigh of pain...
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It felt
like only a few moments, but Julian's eyes opened and he looked at the watch on
his wrist. It read 7:27 am. They had slept for almost eight ..
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Everlastings
Krishael
- Creation, Father of the Universe
Shédren
- King of the Lakue, Ruler of Lakshanon
Idyravon
- Enforce..
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Everlastings
Krishael:
Though he isn’t actually seen by any human, because the power that
radiates off of him would strip the flesh fro..
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Rain drizzled against the ground outside a large stone building, the fall season brought monsoons, and that night was no different. Inside, a man sat..
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The winter night air was brisk and cold; nevertheless the artisan sitting at his work table was drenched with sweat, working tirelessly in the middle..
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The blade Ralek held in his hand slid smoothly into the heart of his victim. No reason was given as to why he was killing, there didn’t need to ..
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A large silver stag stood in the middle of a vast forest of golden weeping willows, it’s large antlers brushing against the drooping leaves. It ..
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